~This is a love story between two highschool-aged boys... It involves sex, so don't read it if it's illegal or offensive for you to do so~
~This story is loosely based off of real people, in real places...but names have been changed for privacy etc...~
Author's Note:
This is the first story I've written in a very long time, and the first involving anything erotic. (Note: the steamy parts begin a couple chapters in...so stay tuned!) Hopefully, my inexperience doesn't show too much... and I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it!
I'd love to read any ideas or comments - especially criticism - that you guys have on it. I love feedback, so that I can know what to keep doing or what I should change; if you like a certain part of my story, let me know! I'm also up for suggestions on where to take the plot, or for a certain sex scene. ;)
Email me at: johnsmith118595@yahoo.com
Ry and Matt CHAPTER ONE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Wow, his firm, yet gentle hands felt so good. They ran up and down my sides, caressing my bare skin. I brought my face close to his, and his big, brown eyes stared lustily into my own. Our faces inched together until, finally, our mouths pressed together. I'd waited for this moment for so long.
Our lips locked together firmly, chewing and sucking each other's mouths feverishly. He licked gently against my teeth, and I was happy to let his tongue enter. Our tongues wrestled in my mouth, while I slid my hands up his body, to rest on his large pecs. I gently pushed him down on the bed, then straddled his waist, resting my weight on top of him. Through the intense kiss we shared, his stiff bulge pressed up against me, straining against my own.
I smiled through our kiss until I finally had to catch my breath. I leaned slightly up, our heads inches apart and my hair hanging slightly down around my face. His beautiful, love-filled eyes stared up into mine as his steady hands ran lightly up and down my arms on either side of him.
The hard rod I sat on throbbed, begging for attention, and I smiled knowingly. Slowly, I slid backwards, leaning in to lick down his smooth chest, circling one nipple, then the other, before trailing my tongue through the valley of his navel and along his treasure trail, which disappeared down into his boxers. They were tented in front of my face, as I laid there between his hairy, jock legs. I licked my lips, tantalized by the blooming wet spot at the tip.
I took hold of the sides of his underwear, and slowly lowered them down his thighs. His thick, cut dick flopped back against his abs as a sigh escaped between his lips. I inhaled the mouth-watering, dick-hardening, musky scent of his teenage sweat, before I lowered my mouth to the base of his cock. He was looking down at me, breathing heavy, as I lazily drew my tongue to the tip of his dick.
"Oh Ry..." he whispered huskily. In reply, I moaned quietly around his pulsing cock.
I couldn't get enough of his big meat: the feel, the smell, the taste of it as I hungrily licked and kissed it . My fingers roamed the taut, warm skin on his stomach as I swirled my tongue around his flared head.
"Ryan..." he moaned.
His glassy eyes watched me as I loudly kissed the shiny head of his cock, then engulfed the first few inches between my lips, tasting sweet, sticky pre-cum on my tongue.
"Fuck, Ryan!" he gasped, squeezing our intertwined hands.
"Ryan.."
"Ryan..."
"Ryan.. hey, Ryan!...Wake up!"
With a start, my head shot up from my desk, and the sounds of the classroom flooded back into my ears. I tried to hide the bit of drool on my desk, as well as the boner in my shorts, as I looked up at whoever had disturbed my nap - and an amazing dream. Why do they always have to end just when they're getting to the good part?
"You slept the whole period, man," Ben chuckled, as he walked past me through the row of desks.
It took me a moment to take in my surroundings, squinting my eyes in the bright May sunlight that was streaming through the windows.
"Maybe if Johnson's lectures weren't so boring, I could stay awake," I mumbled.
"You say that about every teacher," he chuckled.
"I need to catch up on my sleep anyway."
"Well since you're sleeping in class, maybe you should catch up on your grades instead?"
"You sound like my mom," I answered, without caring to tell him that my grades were actually pretty high. Ben just laughed as he left the classroom.
I lazily grabbed my stuff before walking out of the empty room and into the loud hallways. With the last class of Friday afternoon ending, people were excited to get the hell out of there. I can't say I blamed them.
As I rounded a corner, I raised my eyes, wondering if Matt would be at his locker next to mine. Of course - like every day - he was. He was centered in a small group of other baseball jocks.
We made eye contact across the hallway and he gave me a big grin that almost made me melt.
Matt had a body to die for. He had a lot of muscle, with that short, strong, catcher's build that I loved in a dude. He wasn't overly bulky at all, but wasn't as lean or toned as I was. His shoulders were so muscled and squared that you might think there were shoulder pads under his shirt, and his thick biceps and pecs pulled at the fabric. Dark brown, crew cut hair poked out from under the old red baseball cap - that he always wore backwards - and a short, five o'clock shadow framed his perfect, manly face.. Matt was a hunky, highschool god.
He and I had been best friends since second grade, and he's easily the first person I'd trust with anything.. Well - almost anything. There's one secret that I'm terrified he'll find out about me: I'm totally in love with him.
I've had feelings for him for a long time, and now that we're sixteen and sophomores in high school, I can say its been pretty tough having to hide it for so long. Being gay in high school is stressful enough, let alone being gay for my best friend!
Matt and one of his other friends, Blake, were what was left of the baseball team as I arrived in front of my locker. I started absent-mindedly spinning the dial of the lock, while listening to the two of them talk.
"...I don't know dude, I'm almost out." Matt murmured, scratching the stubble on his jaw.
"We can smoke mine, I got some more last night," said Blake.
"Alright, cool.. but I can't tonight - I gotta work."
"Damn," Blake sighed, "Saturday night then?"
"Sure, text me."
"Alright, later." With that, Blake took off, leaving Matt and I relatively alone in the busy hallway.
"Ryan," he turned to me as he grabbed his bag out of his messy locker, "we gotta hang out this weekend.. You wanna?" As if I would say no.
"Yeah man, you sure you won't be too busy getting stoned with Blake?" I teased.
"You've been eavesdropping, huh?" Matt accused with his perfect smile.
"Hey, I can't help but overhear."
"Well then I guess you 'overheard' that we're doing that tomorrow night. How about you and me hang during the day?"
"Sure.. Your place or mine?" I asked.
"Mine?"
"Alright," I nodded.
"Cool," Matt grinned, "noon's good with you, right?"
"Yup."
"Ok, see you then, cutie," he said to me with a wink, before heading towards the exit.
I wished his last remark had been anything more than a joke; he certainly didn't realize that every time he jokingly called me "cutie" or "hot-stuff" or "stud", as he often did, I immediately became reminded of the fact that there'd never be anything more between us than friendship.
With that depressing thought stuck in my mind, I slung my pack over one shoulder and hurried through the crowds to make sure I wouldn't miss my bus. Before I could escape through the front entrance, though, someone called my name. I turned around to see Samantha Moore walking right toward me. To be honest, I was surprised she even knew my name - I wouldn't expect her to know anyone 'worth' knowing outside of her clique of stuck-up brats. She was Matt's ex-girlfriend, having broke up with him a few weeks ago, and since then they haven't exactly been getting along.
"What's up, Sam?" I sighed.
"You're Matt's friend, right?" she asked, and by the tone in her voice I could tell I was in for something bitchy.
"..Yeah."
"Then tell him to get his asshole friends to leave me alone," she ordered with a glare.
"..I thought I was one of his asshole friends?"
"No, you're actually nice," - coming from her, this compliment actually surprised me - "but since I dumped him, the rest of them won't stop harassing me."
"Then maybe you shouldn't have dumped him," I offered flatly.
She responded with an uncharacteristic snort. Frankly, I was still confused as to why it wasn't Matt who had ended the relationship... She must have put out a lot.
"Uhh," I said with a glance at the clock, "I guess I'll see what I can do."
"Good," she snapped, and then turned around and walked away.
"Have a nice weekend," I murmured insincerely to her back.
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I finally stepped off the empty school bus and in front of my suburban house. It was irritatingly hot out for May, but the bright sun on my face reminded me that there were only a few weeks of school left. I smiled; my sentence was almost up!
I unlocked the front door to my house and let myself in. The only one to greet me was my yellow lab, Max, who scrambled to meet me, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. My parents were pretty busy, and they usually didn't get home until it was already dark. So, as usual, I had the house to myself for the better part of the evening. I grabbed something to eat, then crashed on the couch and immediately fell asleep, with Max licking my face.
~~
I woke up to the loud vibration of my cell phone. I groaned, stretching my long legs, and dug the phone from my pocket. The bright screen, which read '7:48 pm', flooded the dim room with a soft blue light. I noticed that I had a new text message, from Matt.
The remnants of my sleep-fogged head cleared while I read the message:
"Remember ur coming over at 12 tomorrow," followed by a picture that he got off the internet. It was of a randy cheerleader, covered only by an oversized hockey jersey. I couldn't deny that she was pretty hot, but it just didn't do anything for me - I somewhat obsessively thought I'd much rather have had Matt send a picture of himself instead.
However, keeping my 'straight' pretense, I sent back to him: "If that's what's waiting for me, I'll come over right now."
I've had girlfriends in the past, but mostly for covering up the fact that I was gay. I'd gotten to second base two or three times, but that's about as far as I went, or cared to; girls didn't disgust me or anything, but I simply just wasn't attracted to them.
I hauled myself off the couch and shuffled to the kitchen. My mind was thinking ahead to tomorrow, and spending it with Matt. I was anxious, to tell the truth; I was excited to be with him outside of school again, but it'd be harder to keep my feelings for him repressed. Regardless, it's not like I could resist the chance to be near his big, warm body - even if I couldn't touch it the way I wanted to.
My phone vibrated again. Matt's repsonse read, "there might be something like it, if u play ur cards right ;)"
I laughed, despite my uncertainty of his reply. To anyone else, it would be an obvious joke, and that's what my brain tried to convince me of, but my heart hoped that there was something more. Every time Matt did something like this, whether it was vaguely implying something in a text, jokingly mentioning he thought I was cute, or randomly turning around in class to give me a big goofy grin, I felt there was always something more. An ambiguous glint in his eyes that kept me from knowing it wasn't anything more than a joke.
He even touched me all the time - in ways that no straight boy seriously touched another guy. Matt constantly grabbed my ass, squeezed my arm.. but it's all just joking around. He does it to other guys, too, and they do it to others themselves. It's kind of a wild joke at our school.. but Matt does it to me the most, by far. However, I wasn't about to commit to a gut feeling, and I just told myself I was too naive and hopeful to expect Matt to also be gay.
The sound of the back door opening broke me from my cynicism.
"Hey Ryan.. you eat yet?" my mom called.
It was almost eight and I just realized how hungry I was. "No.. I'm starving."
"You fine with pizza?"
"Ok... pepperoni?"
"Okay, I'll order it in a minute," she said.
I was never close to my parents. I loved them both, and got along with them - when they had time to relax - but they've just never really been around. My dad was a supervisor for some engineering firm, and had to work overtime a lot, and my mom had to travel all the time for a software company. We said little to each other, we did little together, but we were all fine with it.
Soon after the pizza arrived, my dad walked through the front door. He looked relieved to be home.
"God, that smells good," he said. "Hello," he said to us almost distractedly, heading for the pizza on the counter.
"Hi hun, how was work?" mom asked.
"Tiring."
"Mmm.." she said sympathetically. "It's Friday, at least."
"Yeah," dad agreed. "It never comes soon enough."
"Umm, Matt wants me to come over tomorrow.." I interrupted.
"What time?" dad asked through a mouthful of pizza.
"Noon."
"Okay... You staying the night?"
"I don't think so," I answered, remembering Matt had plans with Blake.
"Alright, honey, fine with me," said my mom, "your dad and I are going to your aunt's tomorrow night too, remember, so if you get back after we're gone you can handle yourself, right?"
"Yeah."
A few hours later, I was stripped down to my boxers in my bed. It was too hot for a blanket, so I just laid there thinking about Matt.
Not only was I deeply in love with him, but he was also a great friend. His loyalty had always amazed me; he was the cool, jock stud who could always find a friend around, so why would he want me - some shy, awkward kid - to be his best friend? Regardless, I was glad that I was, and fell asleep thinking ahead to the next day, when I'd see him again.
I cracked open one eye to read the alarm clock next to my bed. 11:06. I dragged myself out of bed, yawning. I really wasn't a morning person; for the weekend, eleven o'clock was early for me. It was never to early for Matt, though.. Rubbing my half-closed eyes, I shuffled across the hallway into the bathroom. Once I'd taken a long and dozy shower, and was smelling clean and fresh, I stepped out into the chilly morning air, and shivered. Drying off, I gazed at my twin in the mirror, as we stood silently observing each other. He had a cute head of medium length, brown hair, still messy from being dried with the towel. I couldn't help but think it looked attractive, especially when it was tousled like this. His chest, arms, and abs were nicely defined from all the swimming we've done with them, and the 'v' below his six pack pointed down to the dark, curly hairs above his nicely sized dick. Lean, hairy legs disappeared at the edge of the mirror. I was more than glad to share my reflection's looks. Unfortunately - he frowned at me - we also shared the same personality. I've always been shy and unconfident. In school I was comfortable enough around people I've known for years, when my wit and sense of humor was easier to let out, but there was always a little awkwardness underneath it. "It's cute," some girl told me a long time ago. I just answered with a goofy smile. Even though I wasn't exactly a social butterfly, I got along pretty well with everyone, and someone was always ready to start a conversation with me - even if I didn't have much to contribute. Around my friends, I'm not the cynic I am in my head, and I've always enjoyed making people laugh - they seem to think I'm pretty good at it. Matt always liked to hang around me in class, even if there was a group of his popular friends somewhere else; that always made me feel better. He kind of reminded me of a big puppy - unconditionally loyal, always by my side, and ready to cheer me up every day. And I was definitely a dog person. That reminded me that I had twenty-five minutes before I was supposed to head over to Matt's. I padded, still nude, into my bedroom, where I threw on my typical outfit - a soft v-neck and some basketball shorts. After biking the five or so minutes it took to get to his house, I knocked on Matt's door. He answered it with a 'hi Ry' and a grin, opening it wide for me to enter. "Hey, it's hot out," I panted. He chuckled, "want something to drink?" "Sure." "I got, umm, Coke, Sprite - " "How 'bout a beer?" I joked, before mentally kicking myself for the dumb cliche. "I don't think so," said Matt's dad from the couch in the living room. "Then there'd be less for me." He was trying to be funny, but the fact that we all knew there was truth behind it made it uncomfortable. Matt's mom died when he was four, leaving his dad to take care of him. He tried for several years to be a good father, but eventually became an alcoholic. He was alright when he was sober, but when he got drunk he was a real asshole. Matt pretty much had to learn to take care of himself. He never let it affect him though - he was always the cool, upbeat guy that I was crazy for. "I guess I'll take a Coke then," I said. "Alright." Matt grabbed two out of the fridge and tossed me one. "Thanks." "C'mon," he started down the stairs to his basement, me trailing closely behind. He fired up a basketball video game on his Xbox and tossed me a controller. "You ready?" he asked me. "For what?" "To get your ass beat." I scoffed. "You don't stand a chance." "Did you forget about all the times you've lost before?" Matt taunted, grinning. "I just wanted you to feel better about yourself," I dismissed. He laughed, "bullshit." "We'll see." We then played a game filled with a lot of shouting and laughing, but Matt barely won at the end. Of course, he rubbed that in my face. "Rematch?" he asked me, with a haughty expression. "Only if we make it more interesting," I said. "How?" "What do I get if I beat you?" "Ry," he laughed, "if you beat me, I'll kiss you." I knew he only said that because he thought he was going to win anyway, but I felt a tingle at the thought of Matt lips on me. "Deal," I chuckled, trying not to look too excited. The videogame gods smiled down on me, and barely let me beat Matt in the next game. He shook his head in feigned indifference. I smiled and puckered my lips at him, making exaggerated kissing sounds. I was just giving him a hard time - not actually expecting him to kiss me - but then he leaned across the couch and planted his lips quickly on my cheek. When he leaned back, he wore an obscenely seductive smile, wiggling his eyebrows at me. I laughed at his dumb joke and punched his shoulder playfully. He snickered, before asking, "hey, you want something to eat?" "Sure." Matt followed me as I climbed the stairs back up to his kitchen. Suddenly, he reached up and squeezed my ass. I jumped and looked back down at him, shaking my head with an unrepressed smile as he laughed. I wished he would do that seriously for once, instead of as a goofy joke. Once we were in his kitchen, Matt started making some food for us. I said, "hey, Sam wanted me to tell you somethin'" "Sam.. Moore?" "Yeah." "Oh.. this oughta be good." "She wants you to get your friends to stop 'harassing' her," I said with an amused look. "Heh, I didn't even have anything to do with that. It was Blake who started it." I chuckled. "He just started getting on her nerves one day, and the rest of those guys that hang around me joined in. I guess it became a tradition," Matt said. "So you're not gonna stop them?" "Nah." "Fine with me.. Why'd you even go out with her?" "I dunno," he sighed. "You don't know?" I repeated skeptically. He just shrugged. "Whatever, man," I said. Matt and I were still at the kitchen table when his dad walked in, beer in hand. He'd obviously been drinking for a while. Great. We were almost done eating when he yanked open the refrigerator door, loudly rattling the bottles in it. "Dad..." Matt murmured. "Leav' me alone." "Dad I have a friend over -" "I said piss off" his dad said hoarsely. And I thought I wasn't close with MY dad. "C'mon Ry, let's get the hell out of here," Matt said quietly. I could tell that he was embarrassed and angry as he stormed out the door and got on his bike. "Let's go to the park," he said sternly. The ride there was silent; Matt needed time to cool off, and I knew he'd open up a little when he was less angry. When we got there - a small, quiet place with a few tables and a playground - we hopped off our bikes and started walking towards a bench in the shade of a tall tree. Matt sat down and put his face in his hands. "He's just a goddamned asshole, Ry," he said, balling his hands into fists. I sat down next to him and said, "I don't know how you take it.." Shaking his head, he said, "I leave him alone and he leaves me alone, and when he gets drunk like that I usually just leave for a while." "Aren't you afraid?" I asked him. For some reason I immediately thought that was a stupid question. "This only happens when he gets real wasted.. I can deal with his shouting, and he's never laid a hand on me. Either he's decent enough, or he just doesn't have the balls to do it." "Matt.." I didn't really know what to say. "It's okay, Ry, I can take care of myself," he said to me firmly. "Well you can always come to my place if you need to," I told him. "Thanks, man.." he said with a small smile, "Can we go over there in a bit?" "Of course." I certainly didn't want to go back to his dad either. This wasn't the first time this had happened; I'd been over at Matt's a couple times before when his dad went off like that, and like this time, we just left. I really felt bad for Matt, but from the past I knew he'd never let his dad bring him down, which was something I really admired about him. Matt fell silent, and suddenly I felt so immature compared to him; he had a tough life, and he'd surely grown from it. Mine was so much simpler than his, it was almost pathetic. Worrying about being gay paled in comparison to what Matt had to deal with, and it only made me care for him even more. I hoped there would be a time soon when Matt would never have to worry about his dad again.