Matthew stays over at Alex's for a few days, and confronts Sarah. The young man drops by Madeline's estate for some advice. He returns home to deal with Jose.
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Matthew felt guilty. He someone felt he was responsible for what had happened, and he blamed himself. In his opinion, he let it happen, he made it happen. Jose was like an older brother to him, yet he led Jose in the wrong direction. He knew Jose would feel guilty and felt responsible. It was his thoughtless self that didn't consider Jose's feelings, it was his lack of judgment that led to what had happened.
Matthew needed some time to think and get away from his miscalculations. He runs away, packing lightly and without giving notice to anyone. He couldn't face Jose. Not because he was raped, not because he felt violated, but because he had had an orgasm. For the first time in his life, he had sex with another guy and had cum without touching himself. It was difficult to swallow. When he shows up at Alex's front door early the next day, his eyes are blood shot.
"Matt, are you are alright?"
"Alex, can I stay with you for a few days?"
"Sure, are you OK?"
"Yeah, I just need some time away from the farm. Your mom won't mind, would she?"
"Of course not. She likes you."
"Good, want to go out?"
"This early in the morning?"
"Oh, right. Maybe we can go for a walk?"
"Yeah, sure. Let me get my shoes. Come in."
It was a difficult day for Matthew. Time went by and he kept quiet about what had happened between him and Jose. Alex didn't press his friend for information, and the two talked about all the things that had changed. They go biking in the woods, sweating like pigs, but enjoying the freedom it gave them. When night fell, they head back home, and enjoy a meal with Alex's family. Matthew and Sarah tried to avoid each other's eyes at the dinner table. Only a few requests to pass the food and such stuff went between them. At night, the two friends sleep in the same bed, but there are no romantic vibes.
"Alex, about last time," said Matthew, referring to time they had made out at his house. "Maybe it shouldn't have happened?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Then we're cool?"
"Yeah, we're cool," said Alex, relieved that Matthew had finally addressed it, but somewhat disappointed that a sexual relationship with Matthew wasn't a possibility.
"Good, because you're my best friend, and I don't want to lose that." Matthew hesitated for a moment, before he leaned over and sort of held his chest against Alex, then got back to his side of the bed. "Night, Alex."
"Good night."
Sleeping in the same bed with Matthew was an experience of pure self- restraint. With so little clothing between the two, Alex could smell the pheromones from his friend's body. Although Matthew had stayed over many times before, it was different now that Alex was no longer a virgin. He knew how it felt like to be with another man. And yet here was the hottest kid he knew in bed next to him. Dirty thoughts crossed his mind, but his friend's last words reminded him of what he already had, and that was much more important.
The next day, Matthew is the first to wake up. He peers over at Alex, the sweet blonde kid that had always looked up to him, the person who was most loyal to him. He felt a twinge of guilt. It was his fault that Alex had been hurt. If he had stayed and not left in the first place, Alex would have been alright. He could have protected his friend. It was not much to ask, yet he had failed. He was so absorbed with guilt that he didn't notice Alex waking up.
"Matt, why are you unhappy?"
"Oh, it's nothing."
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No, of course not. How did you sleep?
"Good," said Alex, as he wiped his tired eyes. "Except for your sorry ass snoring all night."
"I did not. Take that back!" exclaimed Matthew. He noticed a sly smile slip from his friend.
"Ok, you didn't snore," admitted Alex. But you kept farting in your sleep."
"That's it!" said Matthew, as he grabbed a pillow and slammed it on his friend. "I'm going to kick your stupid ass!"
Alex ran for the door, but Matthew grabbed his feet and made him trip. They wrestle for a bit, one outdoing the other, and vice verse, until they hear Alex's mom reprimand them from the kitchen downstairs. It was an intense physical interaction, gripping, hollering, a bonding experience. And when it ended, they were exhausted.
"Go brush you teeth, fool. I'm going to help your mom make breakfast. What would you like... oh don't tell me, two eggs over easy, toast, and an OJ."
"Thanks Matt." Alex's smile was priceless. At that moment, there was nothing in the world worth more to Matthew than to see his friend in high spirits.
When Matthew got downstairs, Alex's mom was delighted that he offered to help out. She had to run to the grocery store to get some stuff and left him and Sarah in the kitchen. Sarah was as beautiful as ever, but she was also quiet. The two worked in silence, averting and avoiding each other until Matthew decided to break the silence.
"Sarah, I'm sorry about what happened last time."
Sarah didn't answer. She continued her work, but what Matthew failed to see was the fire in her eyes.
"It was my fault," continued Matthew. "I'm older. I should have known better."
"Don't you think I have feelings?" spat Sarah. She had had enough of him.
"Sarah..."
"I'm old enough to know what I did. You don't have to cover up what happened. How do you think I feel? I have feelings for you, but in denying my role in what happened, you deny my feelings."
"I'm sorry Sarah. I didn't mean it that way..."
"Don't you think I know that too? Do you always have to play the Southern gentleman role?"
It was Matthew's turn to keep silent. He had had enough experience with girls telling him about their affection for him that he knew the best way was to let them speak their minds a bit. He wanted to hold Sarah and tell her she was attractive and good, and that he loved her like a sister. But he didn't dare.
"Matt, I love you," quietly admitted Sarah, as she turned away from him. "I'm attracted to you, and I don't care if you deny it."
Matthew continued to remain silent. He could hear Alex in the shower and was glad his best friend wasn't down here to see the mess he was in. He liked Sarah, he cared about her, but he didn't want to get involve with her. She was his best friend's sister, and banging her senseless was something he could never allow.
"Sorry, Matt. I feel like I'm making a fool of myself."
"No, Sarah, you're not. I accept what you said," said Matthew, trying his best to be sensitive and yet clear. "I want you to know that I'll always be here for you. I will always be your friend."
"Matt, you must think I'm weak," said Sarah as she laughed a bit and wiped her tears away.
"No, not at all. I think of you as a very brave person."
"So are the rumors true..." interrupted Sarah. "Are you seeing an older women?"
"Jesus Christ, is that what people are saying?"
"Yes," laughed Sarah.
"Can we please not talk about this?" requested Matthew.
"Sure, Matt. And thanks for talking to me again. I was concerned you were mad at me. And then when I found out you were not, I ended up blowing up on you. Are women always like this to you? You must have a lot of girl problems."
"Thank you very much for appreciating my situation!" exclaimed Matthew, as his cheerful eyes flickered a bit. He knew he was finally in good terms with Sarah and he was glad.
Sarah kept quiet for a moment, gazing at the handsome kid and wondering what he really though of her. "Matt, I need to ask you for a favor."
"Sure."
"I know this may sound strange to ask, but can I have another kiss, something to remember?"
"Sarah, you know I wouldn't mind, but I don't think it's a good idea. I'm a playboy. You know that. I fall into temptation very easily, and I care about you too much to let that happen."
"What makes you think I'm after your heart? I can be as much a playgirl as you are," persisted Sarah. "Alright, can I at least feel your chest?"
"Sarah, that's like me asking you if I could feel your breasts."
"Do you?" teased Sarah. She wore a mocked expression of disbelief, followed by a great smile.
"I can't believe we're discussing this! I thought we were on good terms..." let out Matthew, as Sarah approached and shut him up.
Sarah placed her lips on his, shocking him in an instant. She put both her hands on his chest, feeling his hard pectorals. Sensing his resistance, she ran her hands down his torso, towards the back, and grabbed his buttocks. That was when she felt him weaken, as her actions were swift and surprising. Against his wishes, she made out with him and moved her hips to his groin. After she got what she wanted, she backed off. He was stiff like a rock.
"I can't believe you did that," let out Matthew, somewhat disappointed in his failure to control his relationship with Sarah.
Sarah looked pleased. She knew he still wanted her. She had felt his groin and it was unmistakable. But she also decided she was going to let him go. She liked him, and she didn't want to push the issue at the moment.
"Sarah, you violated me. You can't do this."
"You're right. I'm sorry. My brother's done with his shower, why don't you go take a shower before mom gets back."
"Sarah, I'm serious."
"I know. I said I'm sorry. I meant it. I just wanted to see your reaction."
"This isn't fair. Sarah, look at yourself. You're one of the hottest girls I know. You could have anyone you want. It's not fair to play this game with me."
"You're absolutely right. Let's forget it, shall we?"
At that moment, Alex walked in on them. He was very cheerful.
"I'm going to take a shower. Why don't you start eating, Alex. Your mom will be back in a few minutes. She went out to get some stuff from the grocery store."
"No, I'll wait for you. We'll eat together. Hurry up, loser."
Matthew contemplated his safety in the shower. What Sarah did was wrong, yet his physical reaction confirmed the opposite. Replaying the scene in his mind, he sought for a solution. But when he realized he was unconsciously feeling himself in the shower, he turned off the hot water and doused himself in ice cold water, then got out.
After breakfast, the two go out to an abandoned field near Alex's home. There's a large pool of water within eyesight. It's like a lake, except the water was more rainwater than mountain water. They stop at a fallen tree trunk and rest a bit, leaning against the log.
"Matt, why did you dye your hair blonde?"
"Because I wanted to look like you fool."
"I think you look better in black."
"But girls dig blondes like yourself. I gave in to meet the competition."
"You never had competition."
"I had you, and unbeknownst to you, all the girls in high school were after you. They only went out with me because they felt sorry for me."
"Whatever, Matt," replied Alex, but he secretly smile to himself. Was his friend acknowledging his good looks?
"So if you could do any guy, who would you do?" asked Matthew.
"What kind of question in that?"
"A legitimate one."
"Alright, I'd do... Enrique Iglesias."
"The Latin artist?"
"Yeah, him. His 6'2 body is the perfect length in bed."
"Who else?"
"Ian Somerhalder, the guy with the hottest-looking abdominals. And Josh Harnett. Cute smile, big dick."
"Whoa, I see you've been thinking about this for a while. How old are they?"
"Why does that matter?"
"Nothing, I'm just curious about your appetite for older men!" teased Matthew. But the truth was, he wanted to get a sense for whether it was natural to be attracted to older men.
"Enrique is 27, Ian is 23, and Josh... I'm not sure, but I'd do him even if he was 30."
"So you'd do a 30 year old?" questioned Matthew.
"Yes. I'd do Tom cruise any day, and he's 40. What about you?
"Kristen Kreuk."
"Notice she's not a blonde."
"Yeah, yeah, but I think she has the hots for blondes."
"That's true. If only Clark and her would get together."
"Next question, tell me what you want?"
"What I want?"
"Yeah, what you want. And say it as fast as you can."
"What I want... I want my family to be happy. I want my mom to be happy. I wish my dad would come back. I want my sister to have a boyfriend. She's so beautiful but because of me..."
"And what about you?" interrupted Matthew. "What do you want for yourself?"
"I want to get away from this town. I wish I could forget all the bad stuff in the past, but I can't. I wish I could turn back time, I wish we were both back in high school again. Things were different back then, people were different. I wish I wasn't gay. I wish we hadn't grown up. Sometimes, I wish I never born. Sorry Matt, I don't mean to be so negative."
"No worries. I wish you were happy. I wish there was something I could do to make you happy, to make your family happy. I wish I had never left you. I could have protected you and your family from some of the things that did happen."
"And what about you, Matt, what do you want for yourself?"
"I want you in my life, fool. I don't want you to ever leave me. I want to be your best friend forever. I think we should rent a place and shack up together. We can get jobs and pay our way."
"That would be cool. Except no one would hire me."
"Of course they will. And if they don't right away, then no worries. I'll work for the both of us. You can help around the house, and when I get home from work I can help too."
"I wish our families would both move into one big house. Then we could take care of each other."
"Yeah, that would work. You talk to your mom and I'll talk to mine."
"I wish we could move somewhere else though."
"And that's not entirely out of the question. I have grandparents in California. I think your mom and sister would like California."
"Yeah, think of all the sun and beautiful beaches."
"We can learn to surf during the day and maybe wait tables at night. We can audition for movies in our free time. You know, the Hollywood life."
"Hey, we're movie star material, don't you think?"
Their conversation continues until it starts to rain. Unaware of the approaching storm, they were caught in it. But the weather could not diminish what they had going between them. They were best friends like no one else, and they were together.
There was no doubt in his mind Sarah was one hot girl. But she was also Alex's sister. She had grown up fast, and her aggressive tactics were both unexpected and unpredictable. Yet Sarah was not his only problem. Jose was the other. Matthew wished his relationship with Jose had not turned out to be the way it was. He had so much respect for Jose. And now he didn't even feel comfortable going home.
So when he arrived at Madeline's estate, he wasn't surprised himself. Madeline's butler let him in, eyeing him suspiciously. And Madeline's assistant brought him to the library room.
Madeline appeared moments later, accompanied by a well-dressed man. He was in a dark business suit, and was conversing with her in another language. When the man saw Matthew, he looked the kid over.
"Jacob, this is Matthew, one of my scholarship recipients. Matthew, this is Jacob Lyon, a long-time friend and business partner to both my late husband and me."
"Nice to meet you Mr. Lyon."
"Pleasure to meet you Matthew. Tell me, have you ever considered modeling?"
"Jacob is one of the most powerful fashion designers in Europe," added Madeline. "He's always looking for new talent to showcase his designs."
"I've never... never thought about it."
"Well you should Matthew, you should. Here's my card in case you ever change your mind." And, turning to Madeline, "It was great seeing you again, Madeline. I will carry out your requests to my fullest. Bye, love. It was nice meeting you Matthew."
"It was nice meeting you Mr. Lyon," said Matthew, as he caught Mr. Lyon checking him out again. He somehow felt uncomfortable having a strange man give him the one-two.
"I've worked with Jacob for many years, and if there's one thing I can count on, every show he runs, regardless of the season, be it winter or summer, there will be some really good-looking men dressed in tight, skimpy clothes. He designs a lot of dress clothes, but underwear is part of his trademark."
"He was checking me out."
"I'm surprised you're not used to it by now. You should take it as a compliment. Jacob has really good tastes in men. I know, I've tried a few of his models out before."
"Are you busy?"
"Why did you come?"
"I don't know. I was driving for a bit and I ended up here."
"You need money?"
"No, it's not that. I guess I do have a question to ask you though."
"Spill."
"Madeline, tell me the truth, how do you see me?
"What do you mean?"
"Do you see me more as a man or a boy?"
"You're a kid, Matthew. You have the sex appeal of a man and the innocence of a kid." answered Madeline, not quite understanding what he was getting at. But the truth was, she didn't care. She just enjoyed looking at him. She was glad he had decided to drop by. "You're not happy with my answer?"
"No, I wish there was a way I could show you my manhood?"
"Well, I can think of a few ideas."
"You know what I mean, Madeline, not sex, but... forget it, you wouldn't understand."
"You want to talk about what's bothering you?"
"Yes, maybe, but not right now. Right now, I guess I just want to have sex with you. You want to give me a blow job? I need one badly."
A smile crossed Madeline's lips. "Come with me, Matthew."
Madeline led the kid up the stairs to her room. Once in, she locked the doors and made a quick phone call. She told her assistant she was going to need some peace and quiet for the rest of the day and that she wanted the house empty in 5 minutes.
Meanwhile, Matthew had taken his shirt off and had moved to the window. Staring out at her big estate, he realized how safe he felt with Madeline. All his troubles were outside the perimeter of her property, and everything within was under her control. Everything except him. As he saw the cars rush to back up and move out of the driveway, he heard Madeline reenter the room from the restroom.
He felt her soft kiss on his right shoulder, before her hands wrapped around from behind and found his front. Madeline enjoyed the kid's firm, compact body. It was like she was holding a Greek statue, hard to the touch, pleasurable to feel.
"I'm glad you came, Matthew," said Madeline, as she felt his taunt upper body, her fingers tracing his brown nipples.
For a few minutes, her hands played with his body. She touched him in random areas, feeling the muscles he had, feeling how hard he had become. Madeline opened up his jeans, and slipped her hand inside. The kid turned his head to the side and caught her lips briefly.
Madeline moved him around, put him against the window, and fumbled with his zipper. Matthew helped her pull his jeans down. He stepped out of his shoes, jeans, and tossed his socks to the side. And as he threw his head back against the cold feel of the glass, she felt the front of his underwear.
"That feels good Madeline."
Dropping to her knees, Madeline released his cock. Standing tall, it was beautiful. She tentatively licked the shaft, to which elicited approving moans from the kid. Holding the base, and pulling on the balls with her free hand, she prolonged the experience in order to build more anticipation.
"Please Madeline. Please..."
She tentatively takes him, half way down at first. Coming back up, then down, then up again, then all the way down. It was deliberate, calculated, wonderful.
"Very talented," teased Matthew.
Even his demeaning comments didn't affect her concentration. She wanted to please the kid in the worse way. Matthew's cock tasted great. He humped her mouth in an incessant, rhythmic dance, while she gave him incredible head. Before long, they were getting use to the position. Then he stopped her.
"I'm not finished yet."
"But what about you, Madeline?"
"Don't worry about me. We'll get to me when you feel better." Madeline realized her protégé wasn't in a good mood. She wanted to make him happy in whatever way she could. Besides, he tasted good, and she enjoyed it.
But Matthew was persistent. He got down and brought Madeline up, spinning her around and engulfing her mouth. They made out to what seemed an eternity. Persistent, sensuous, they kissed like soldiers saying goodbye to their partners.
While Madeline tried to jack him off, Matthew's tongue went in and out of her mouth, and his hands stripped her naked. He kissed her shoulders, kissed her breasts, and sucked on them. Then he moved down on her. Dropping to his knees, he looked up to see her head lean back against the glass, like he had. Her eyes searched for him to see what he'd do next. A smile flashed across his face as he licked his lips and went in for the nectar.
Like she'd never been eaten before, he tasted her insides. Pleading, groaning, grunting, she thought the sounds came from her, but they were coming from below her. The kid had talent, and it was demonstrated again and again.
"Matthew, please stop. I don't want to cum quite yet."
It was odd because all she had wanted the last time they were together was to get off, and he had refused. And now all she wanted was for the kid to fill her insides with his throbbing organ.
Matthew took several additional licks before he got back up, and let Madeline taste herself. His penis stuck out at her, jabbing her thighs, her naval.
"Put it in me Matthew."
"Get on the bed, Madeline. I'll get a condom."
And when Matthew had rolled the rubber on, he got underneath the sheets and positioned himself on top of Madeline. The two smile before they tentatively kiss. The kid's hard member rubbed against her thigh, making it's way closer to her middle, but not quite getting there. Madeline, busy making out with Matthew, tried to grab his dick and position it at the entrance, but he resisted. He wanted to tease her.
When he finally gave in, he slipped into her in one swift move. It was classic. Madeline groaned and tightened her grip on his waist. It was her sign of telling him to give her all he had.
"Fuck, this feels so good Madeline. I love doing you."
"Harder, Matthew. Please."
And he gave her his hardest, pounding her at an unending speed and force that surprised her. It had been a while since he flexed his muscles in this manner, and he was more than willing to exercise them. Her body bent and contorted to absorb his every move, to get the full effect. He was very good.
"I'm cumming, Matthew. Please don't stop."
To which he brought himself to a complete stop.
"Jesus, not now Matthew! Please!" urged Madeline. "Please don't do this to me!"
Madeline came with a flood of vengeance, shuddering uncomfortably, sexually, excitedly. And it was after the first few ground breakers that Matthew resumed his task. It was all a part of his plan, he was taking her to new heights. Her first orgasm did not stop, it sort of continued, like she had a second wind. The kid broke into a piston engine-like performance. He pounded her like his life depended on it, sliding against her clitoris with smooth, long thrusts.
"That's it! That's it, honey. God, I love you! That's it!" Madeline screamed.
Like clockwork, she came again. Open mouthed and panting, she felt silly and happy at the same time. He had made her a fool for his sex, and she loved it. And while she bathed in the afterglow, the perspiration colling her body, Matthew slipped on his clothes.
"That was fantastic, Madeline. You're really hot."
"You want to stay?"
"I do, Madeline. But there's somewhere I need to go right now."
Madeline was quite impressed. She grabbed a wad of cash from the drawer next to the bed, and handed it to the kid. "Take it. Consider it a bonus."
"No, Madeline. I didn't do it for the money. I did it because I think you're an attractive woman, and I wanted it as much as you had. I can't take your money."
"Will I see you again?"
"Probably," replied Matthew, as he returned her smile.
Madeline made a mental note to look after this investment of hers. Matthew was a special kid. Talented, athletic, genuine, he was so grown up. And indeed he fucked like no one else she knew.
Though Madeline's place had become his haven, Matthew felt he had to get back to the real world. When he got back to his house, Jose was no where in sight. Instead of grabbing the rest of his clothes and leaving for good, he decided to stay. He takes a warm shower and took a crack at doing some homework. He was so far behind in school. An hour and a half later, he went to bed.
In the middle of the night, Jose returned to Matthew's room. Though he had intended to talk to the kid, he saw it was too late. He pulled his shift off instead, and stripped buck naked. Wanting more pleasure, more satisfaction, Jose slipped underneath the sheets. He felt the kid's warm body, and brought his mouth to Matthew's.
Matthew felt the intrusion and instinctively tried to resist. When he had pushed hard enough to separate Jose's upper body from his, their kiss broke, and he peered into Jose's eyes. Like still water, they looked into each other's soul. The pain of what had occurred a few nights ago, the pain of revisiting the horror again, disappeared. Matthew surprised Jose with his next move.
He lowered Jose onto him, holding his friend's head with both hands and pulling Jose's face to him. Lips locked, the two fought for air. Tasting, reciprocating, it was as intense as it could get. They resurfaced, only to repeat it again.
"I'm sorry for the other night Jose."
"What do you mean? I was the one that overstepped our relationship. I'm sorry, Matt."
"Jose, I don't know how to tell you this... but I can't love you. I tried to, but I don't. I love you like a brother and that's all."
"That's OK. I know you're in love with someone else. I want you to always know I'll be here for you."
"But I don't want you to stop your life Jose. I want you to be move on and be happy."
"I am happy, with you Matt. I've always loved you, and I'll always will."
Matthew looked disappointed. But Jose had a different look on his face, a lustful one. The kid was nearly naked, and so was he. They were in bed, and there wasn't nothing holding him back.
"You want to fuck me?" invited Matthew.
"Yeah man, I do."
Jose looks into Matthew's eyes. His hand touches one of the kid's cheek, helping to pull their faces together. Their lips duel. Jose's hands start to move across the kid's body, feeling their way to all the wonderful places.
"I want you Matt. I want you so bad."
"Me too."
Jose unrolled a condom over his weapon while Matthew watched. They both smile widely.
"You have a pretty big dick Jose."
"Yeah, you too kid."
It's a matter of time before it gets all the way in. Jose wanted to make sure the kid wanted him, so he began to fuck extremely slow.
Matthew's mouth remained open, and he let out muffled cries of joy. Jose had an incredible body, smooth, hard, athletic, and he used every part of it to pleasure the kid. His mouth savored his friend through the entire experience. Every few thrusts were followed by some touch or stimulation. A nibble here, a kiss, a thoughtful squeeze, it was a collaborate experience.
And when Matthew was ready to climax, Jose sped up. Watching the kid watch him was what did it for him, as Jose spun out of control too. The two cum at the same time, artfully making out until their exhaustion brings them into a slumber.
"Gordon, it's me."
"Matthew, how are you? What are you doing?"
"Thinking about you."
"Really? In what way?" inquired Gordon. Picturing his former tenant shirtless got him instantly hard. He wished the kid was back in his life. How he had missed the taste of Matthew.
"Gordon, have you ever cum without touching yourself?" asked Matthew.
"Yes, but very rarely. When I'm lucky enough to have a virile stud pound me correctly, I can cum without touching myself."
"I miss Europe, Gordon. And I gotta run."
"Bye Matthew."
To Be Continued... jason99usa@yahoo.com