Matthew spends more time with Jose and Alex. The kid decides to take the next step in his relationship with his professor, and fails.
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Friendship and sex, the two don't generally go together. Yet Matthew's relationship with Jose was just that. They laughed, they enjoyed each other's company, and they remained good friends despite the fact that they were having sex almost daily.
"Jose, I want you to teach me what you know."
Matthew spent more time with his friend, learning from Jose's experience. He gets Jose to teach him other things, pleasures he never imagined possible, things Jose knew so well. Always something new, always in a different position. It was a joy ride that kept coming back.
Jose really did have feelings for his friend, yet the kid could not return them. Asking for love but getting free, uninterrupted sex. In many ways, it was a good deal. Yet it wasn't. Jose went along because it was great sex, but it was slowly beginning to tear him apart from the inside out.
Early morning and in the middle of the night, but never in the afternoon, they fucked continuously, sporadically, always in the same room. Whenever Jose wanted the kid he'd go into Matthew's room and take him on the spot. Whatever he was doing didn't matter, combing his hair, listening to music, it didn't matter. If Jose wanted to fuck his friend, he'd do it.
Countless times they fucked. Jose did it from behind, one hand on Matthew's left shoulder, holding him in place, the other hand free, thrusting. Sometimes letting his free hand roam across the kid's smooth skin, feeling his neck, sometimes grasping and tugging, something feeling Matthew up. At times he'll jack him off, at other times he'll just tease the kid.
Countless times they mate. Matthew held onto a dresser, a chair, a desk, a window frame, always looking ahead. At moments he'll look back, make eye contact, show his teeth. Those miraculous white teeth.
Matthew's goofy grin stimulated a longer, harder, more sustained effort from Jose. He wanted to please his friend, he wanted to show him what he could do. Jose wanted to use Matthew's body in the worse way. He understood it wasn't love. He loved Matthew, but the kid has feelings for someone else. After one of their many fuck sessions, Jose spoke up.
"I want to do it again."
"You didn't have enough? I wasn't enough?"
"I'll never have enough of you, Matt."
"In that case you'll have to wait till next time."
"Please," pleaded Jose, as he felt the kid's hard torso.
"No."
"I'll do anything for you Matt."
"I know, I would too. For you I mean, but I need to leave."
"You're meeting him aren't you?"
"And why does that concern you?"
Jose was silent. They had argued on this point before. He couldn't hide his disappointment. He loved the kid with all he had.
"Jose, I need you to be clear, what we have between us is friendship. There can be nothing more."
"Why not?"
"I don't want to go through this right now," said Matthew as he picked up his clothes and started to put them on.
"I'll tell you why. It's because you're in love with someone else, because I'm not good enough for you."
"That's bullshit and you know it," shot back Matthew. "Look, I'm tired and I have to be somewhere. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow night."
Matthew was sad he had to leave Jose in such a way. But Jose was being unreasonable. He gave his body to Jose like he did to no one else. And Jose was certainly taking advantage of it. They were fucking all the time. And if it weren't for the farm responsibilities, they would have fucked even more. What more could Jose want? He had already made it clear to his friend he did not have feelings for him. He could not.
But his relationship troubles with Jose had to be put aside, for Alex needed him. And, in many ways, he needed Alex.
Matthew met up with Alex, and the two spend more time with each other. They goof off in downtown for a bit, wasting time but enjoying it. Matthew wanted as much as possible to be seen in public with Alex. He wanted the rest of the world to know that Alex was his best friend, and that if you did not like Alex, then you could never be friends with Matthew.
Later that night, they go clubbing again. This time it's a rave party. The music is hypnotic. You could feel the rhythm, you could feel the vibes in the room. The furtive glances, the elusive look, all kinds of styles and characters. The grungy look, the tight, sleek Scandinavian look, the fashionable Italian look.
Kids with colored tubes of liquor, kids passing joints, kids with pacifiers in their mouths and large beads strung around their necks. Sweaty, gorgeous bodies warping, maneuvering through the crowd, bobbing to the music, jumping. Hands up in the air, twisting, nodding their heads, welcoming you into a trance.
"Dude, did you have a good time?"
"Yeah I did. It was fun."
"Good. I'm glad you did. You looked pretty hot out there. Leading the crowd with your moves. You were top dog."
"Whatever, Matt," denied Alex, though he really was a great dancer.
The two get a ride from some friends they met at the club. They're dropped off at Alex's house. It was a smart thing Matthew didn't drive, because he was pretty stoned.
"Matt."
"Yeah?"
"Do you have feelings for my sister?"
"No, Alex. I don't. She's very attractive, but I don't."
"And did you do anything to her recently?"
"We kissed," admitted Matthew. Almost immediately, the look on his face became terror. The last time they argued about Sarah, Alex had hit Matthew. "I'm sorry, Alex. I should have told you. I'm so stupid to hide things like this from you. Please don't be mad."
"It's OK, Matt. She told me what happened. She admitted her role, and promised to leave you alone," assured Alex. "She did that after... after I told her that I think... I'm in love with you."
Before Matthew could reply, Sarah opened the door to let them in. And before they knew it, the night was over and Matthew went home alone.
Like water or air, Jose had become necessary to Matthew. He had been having sex his whole life. Then tragedy hit his family, and he had given it up for a period. His revival into the life of orgies had come from all directions, Madeline, Professor Hubbard, Sarah. But it was Jose that brought it back with thunderous applause.
As usual, they stared at each other as they fucked. It had become almost routine. Fuck long and hard, like it was the end of the world, rest, then fuck some more. But today it was different. Jose had banged Matthew for what seemed like over an hour. He would bring the kid to the brink, stop, continue at a slow pace, then speed up again.
"I need to cum Jose."
As so many girls had held onto Matthew's butt while he fucked them, Matthew held onto Jose, urging him to go deeper, urging him to continue. And when Jose had finally given in to the kid, it was explosive. He must have shot at least 12 times, as had Matthew.
"Dude, that was pretty intense," said Matthew, wiping the beads of sweat off his beaming face.
Jose lay breathless, propped up by several pillows beside the kid. Matthew seemed exhausted, drenched in sweat with a silly grin on his face. It was too good to last. It was too good.
"You called me Tom."
"What?"
"You called me `Tom' when we fucked. You're on a first name basis with your professor now."
"I'm sorry Jose."
"Don't apologize. I just want to know how I compare."
"We haven't done it."
"You're kidding me, right? With a body like yours and he hasn't touched you?"
"We haven't fucked. I've given him head, but we haven't fucked."
"Does he reciprocate?"
"No," admitted Matthew.
"He doesn't want to, or you prefer not to receive it?"
"I don't know."
"So you're his bitch, in other words."
"And I'm not yours," answered Matthew.
"It's different. I fuck you, but I also make sure you get off. I fuck you, but I also love you more than I love doing you."
Deep down, Matthew knew Jose was right. He usually was. But he wanted to change the subject nevertheless. "How did you lose your virginity?"
"It happened when I was fourteen. She was 16, and wanted to be my girlfriend. I wanted some relief, so we did it in the girl's bathroom at school. We both excused ourselves to go to the restroom and then locked the door behind us. My uncle and aunt got called away the next day, and I never saw her again. I remember she had nice tits. I remember her muffled cries when she had her first orgasm. She was cute."
"And when was your first time with a guy."
"I was 16, and he was like 25. It was when my parents had been killed from a freaking raid. We were illegal immigrants and some vigilante group had decided to correct our legal status."
"I'm sorry Jose," interrupted Matthew. "I didn't mean to bring this up."
"No, it's OK. I never told you. I never told anyone before, but I want you to know. It was after my parents had been killed. I ran away, I had to get away. I hitched a ride with this older kid I knew. He went out of his way to get me where I wanted to be, which was as far away as possible. He hung out with me for a few days, until I caught him jacking off, looking at a gay porn magazine. He gave me head that night, and I ditched him the next morning."
Like no moment before this, Matthew felt something for his friend. Jose had had a tragic life, something that most of us are fortunate enough to avoid. He was made an orphan from cruelty and injustice. No wonder Jose's uncle and aunt took care of him so well. And no wonder he was so loyal to his uncle and aunt. His parents would have been proud to know the Jose Matthew knew today.
"Was he at least cute?"
"Of course. All guys that wanna have sex with me are cute?"
"Yeah, you think I'm cute?" teased Matthew.
"I think the way you open your mouth when I fuck you is cute."
"Whatever!"
Matthew looked over and saw Jose playing with himself, slowly moving the foreskin over the head and pulling it back, repeating the procedure without end. To Matthew, it was mesmerizing. He had to get another taste of it, so they end up fucking like rabbits again.
As Jose pounded the kid, as they looked into each other's eyes, Matthew asked, "So who were you... fucking... before me? Because that person... must be very unhappy now."
"What makes you think... I'm still not fucking them?" grunted Jose, as he continued to hump the kid with all his might.
"You two timing... bastard!" hollered Matthew, as he felt the large cock fill him again. It was tearing him apart.
"I don't hear... any complaining."
"That's only... because you have such an awesome... cock," gasped Matthew.
"And I can fuck you... like this... forever."
And it was true. It felt like they had continued to fuck forever. But what Matthew feared the most was what Jose had pointed out. He didn't want to be anyone's bitch. He wanted a relationship. Yet he was guilty himself, for he had never given his heart away until now.
Love hurts. And when you love someone you do everything you can for the other person. So when Matthew received an invitation from his professor to come over, there was no question what'd he do.
"I'll be right over."
When Matthew arrived, Professor Hubbard was washing his truck, so he rolled up his sleeves and gave his teacher a hand. Wet, soap, and rinse, the procedure was simple, but doing it with someone he cared about made it fun. Furtive glances and smiles passed between the two, each pretending to get work done. Not surprisingly, they end up spraying each other, playing a silly game of who could get the other more wet. Perhaps too easily, Matthew loses.
"Mind if I shower first?" asked Matthew.
"No. Just hand me your clothes. I'll dry them for you."
Leaving his clothes on the outside of the bathroom door, the kid stepped into a warm shower, which engulfed his body like he belonged to it. Jose had been especially rough with him lately, taking him to new heights. Yet it was all worth it, for he had finally become comfortable in bed, he was no longer inexperienced when it came to the same sex. As he took his shower, he thought about what he was prepared to do for someone he felt so strongly about.
Descending the stairs, he wore a towel wrapped around his waist. Cautious of his surrounding, he felt nervous about what to expect. His clothes were still in the dryer so he would be underdressed for some time. Professor Hubbard saw his student before he reached the kitchen. What he saw was breathtaking.
"Can I get you something to drink?"
"Yeah, do you have milk? Thanks."
As Matthew emptied the glass, Professor Hubbard concentrated on the contours of his body, marveling at the way the kid drank the white liquid, wondering what else he'd be willing to drink. Silently, the two look at each other, non-verbally communicating what words could not.
Matthew went over to the sink to rinse the glass. He had come prepared, but was, nevertheless, surprised with how fast things had progressed. When he had least expected it, Professor Hubbard approached from behind and ran his hand along the kid's smooth, tanned back. Matthew could feel himself being touched, being desired. Eager to give in, the kid turned around to let his professor feel his face, neck, and chest. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, while Professor Hubbard stroked his body, experimenting, memorizing what made the kid hot.
"I feel like we've been in this situation before." said Matthew.
"Yeah, and the last time you chose to keep the towel on."
"Do I have a choice this time?"
"You always have a choice," answered Professor Hubbard, as he continued to run his hand along his student's arms and chest.
The heat from his body kept Matthew silent. He looked at his professor, who looked back at him, exchanging looks, exchanging the inevitable. They were going to finally do it, and they both knew it.
"What do you want from me?"
"I want to fuck you."
It only took a moment to think about his response. He thought twice, hesitated, and then acted on his impulse. Matthew sidestepped his professor, and walked straight into the living room. Turning around to face his teacher, he waited in silence, then pulled the towel off, revealing an impressive cock. The expression he observed, the grin, the rising eyebrows, showed him his professor was pleased.
"Nice package."
"I'm yours, if you want me."
Professor Hubbard approached his student. He wavered, before placing his hand on the kid's neck. Moving it down and across the tight frame, he felt the warmth, the smooth, hard rises and ridges. He finally had access to the kid's body, all of it, and it pleased him immensely.
Up until now, he wasn't sure what he wanted. All the girls, all the women he had banged, all of them loved the feeling of his throbbing organ in them. And he had enjoyed it too. Though Matthew was the first guy he had ever touched, he was willing to use the kid to further experiment with his inner self, the part that could enjoy someone of the same sex. But what did it mean, him and the kid, what were the implications? There was only one way to find out.
Goosebumps appeared on his flesh, as he felt his teacher's hands explore his body. This is what he wanted, to be wanted, to be desired by someone he wanted. But this didn't last long, as his impatience got the better half of him. He decided it was enough foreplay, and went in for the kill.
Matthew looked into his teacher's eyes, the deep pools of blue that looked back at him. Transfixed, he searched for some sort of a sign, before his lips move in. He wanted a kiss, but before he was successful, strong hands held his head, holding him in place. And when he saw Professor Hubbard return the look of disappointment, when he felt the silent kiss on his forehead, he knew at that precise moment, that he had become someone else's bitch.
Hands guided him down, and he fell victim to another person's desires. He helped his teacher remove his clothes, and a large, well-defined chest emerged from the shirt. Feeling the hardness underneath, he was impressed. Matthew bit his lip. A bit indecisive, he brought his mouth to his professor's right nipple, and made contact. He kissed and licked his way down the muscular torso, tasting his teacher as he moved across the edible regions.
Getting down on his knees, the kid stared at the large shaft in front of him. Mesmerized, he wanted to go for the gold, but chose not to. Then he changed his mind. Bringing the tip of his tongue to the head, he teased and licked the helmet, causing Professor Hubbard to moan.
"That feels good, Matthew."
Matthew then swallowed his professor, adjusting to the size, impaling himself onto the large shaft. Testing his limits, he pushed himself further, stretching his lips to the hilt. Wet and glistening, the cock emerged from his mouth as he pulled back, before he deep throated it again.
For Professor Hubbard, it was fascinating to see the kid try to take it down. Women had tried and failed before, but he could see that Matthew really wanted to please him, he could see that the kid was quite experienced. And in many ways, he didn't want the kid to fail either. Being engulfed by the warm, soft mouth got him harder.
"Hold on. Let me get a condom."
Matthew retrieved a condom from his wallet, and got back down on his knees. Licking the shaft one more time, he then proceeded to roll the rubber onto his professor. Once done, he looked up, then made his way up.
The look he saw was of raw desire, like he was a piece of meat. But that's what he wanted, to be whatever Professor Hubbard wanted him to be. Turning around, he placed his palms on the table, and awaited for the inevitable.
Professor Hubbard traced his back, the warm skin enticing a different kind of heat. He took the time to enjoy the kid's body, touching Matthew from behind, running his hand down the kid's back, feeling Matthew in all the right places. He kissed his student's neck, then shoulders, eliciting a nervous shudder.
"I've wanted this for a long time."
Pushing himself in, Professor Hubbard felt a surge of heat, taking himself all the way in. He enjoyed the new position. Leaning forward, resting himself against the kid's back, he could feel the heat transfer from the kid's body to his. He had gone all the way in, and was waiting for the kid to adjust to his size. Pulling back, he drew his cock half way out, and then plunged it in again. Starting meticulously slow, he began to thrust harder. All the way in, all the way out, taking the wind out of kid.
Encouraged by his desire to control, Professor Hubbard took advantage of the situation, ramming Matthew against the table. The picture of a tough kid splayed on his table, handsome, arrogant, a jock receiving it up the ass excited him. It was insane.
Giving it his all, he got immense pleasure from the act of mating with his own student. Tight, yet willing, the anal cavity received his manhood like it was meant to be. Leaning into the body, his hands moved across the smooth skin while he fucked the kid mercilessly.
He fucked the kid like it was the end of the world, enjoying the feeling of dominating another member of the same sex. After a considerable amount of time, he got close. And when he had reached the point of no return, Professor Hubbard climaxed, spraying his load up the kid's ass and into the condom. All his life, he had banged chicks, and gotten off on it. Matthew was his first male fuck. Much more than what he had expected, the kid was something else.
"Tom, I'm late for work."
"Thanks for coming over, Matthew."
Once again, Matthew left unsatisfied. He had given himself to his professor, he had taken the next step, but he wasn't so sure it was all worth it. Sure it was. That's what love is about. It was Gordon that had suggested he give himself away completely, and he had.
Sometimes love hurts more than one can expect, sometimes love works in mysterious ways. After several hours at the restaurant slicing onions and serving food, Mathew helped with the dishes. And when he and his manager called it a night, he took a detour to pick up his book bag. He had left it at Professor Hubbard's house.
But when he got there and the door opened, it was not who he had expected. A scantily clad woman answered the door. A red-head. She wore a disturbing expression, like she had just had the time of her life. And when his professor dropped by to see who it was, they stared at each other. Guilt, disappointment, and shame, fighting, colliding into one moment, one manifestation.
There was no reason to explain, for it was all too apparent, so Matthew took off without saying a word. As far as he was concerned, he didn't need an explanation, for he had become a fool for love.
To Be Continued... jason99usa@yahoo.com