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I awoke early the next morning to the roaring and clunking of the neighborhood garbage truck. I yawned and looked at the clock. I still had almost an hour before I had to get ready for work. A deep yawn worked its way through me as I stretched and lay back again, still messy from the night before.
Ah right, the night before. What a hot time! And now that I had seen Matt's young, lithe body, I wanted to explore it as thoroughly as he had explored mine. I had reached for him, to hold him - sleep with him, perhaps? - and he had turned away. What was he thinking now? He had clearly seemed to enjoy himself, so I hoped that his reluctance was due to shyness or perhaps mixed emotions. After all, I was eight years older, and we were under his brother's roof as much as mine...
I sighed as I sank into my pillow, covering myself with the comforter to avoid the slight chill of the open window. Dear Matt, what must be going on inside your head?
A shrill blast from the alarm clock woke me next, and I reluctantly pulled myself out of bed and reached for my boxers. I padded down the hall to the bathroom, where a scalding hot shower did wonders for my attitude. I dressed and made my way downstairs, wondering if Matt would be sitting there are usual, watching TV or eating breakfast. He was nowhere to be found. I couldn't help but feel disappointed. Was he avoiding me? I shrugged. He was probably just sleeping in. Hell, I would've been, except for work.
That evening, Dan and Matt were hanging out downstairs when I got home from work and the gym. When I locked eyes with Matt briefly, the intensity almost caused me to jump... and sent a jolt through my pants, too! Then he quickly looked away, out of shyness or embarrassment. I wasn't sure which.
"Hey, big guy," Dean called out. "Just in time!"
"Hey, Craig," Matt said, giving a crooked half-smile but not looking directly at me. Interesting.
"Hey guys, and why is that?" I responded. Matt was obviously still processing what had happened between us the night before, that much was clear. Perhaps he was embarrassed at being so forward about it. (I thanked my lucky stars I had been so careful not to initiate anything with him, and let him make the decision for himself!) Or, he might even be regretting that it happened at all. That possibility hurt me more than I cared to admit.
"It's Friday night! Lil' bro and I are getting ready to go out for dinner. Wanna come?"
Matt's face turned bright red at Dan's last statement, and he headed toward the door before his brother could notice. But I did, and couldn't stop a grin from spreading briefly across my face.
"Where are you going?" I asked, stalling for time.
Dan shrugged, stopping at the door behind Matt. "Dunno, anywhere. Got a preference?"
Well, this was certainly an interesting situation. For the first time I felt a pang of guilt, and wondered if Dan would be so chummy if he knew what had gone on the night before, while he was out with his girlfriend. Beyond that, Matt was acting obviously awkward around me, too. (Well, it was obvious as hell to me, at least, and it surely wouldn't take long for Dan to notice it as well.) I decided that, whatever thoughts were spinning through Matt's head, it was best to give him some room for a while. Hell, for that matter, I didn't know what to think myself!
"Sounds good, guys, but I ate on the way home from the gym," I lied lamely.
"Oh? Well, we can go some place with a bar or something. Come hang out anyways." Dan had a solution for everything tonight.
"Nah, you guys go have fun. I have a lot to do," I said, flopping down on the couch. Yeah, like figuring out what the fuck I've gotten yourself into, I thought to myself.
"Suit yourself. But tomorrow night, we're going out raging! OK?" Dan just wasn't giving up easily.
"Yeah, sure, sure," I said, waving them on.
"Later, Dan," Matt mumbled as they disappeared out the door. Was he disappointed or relieved? I sighed to myself as the door shut behind them.
That evening I received a call from Julie, one of Anne's friends that I had gone out with a few times last month. She was wondering where I had been, and if I wanted to go to the beach on Saturday with her and a few friends. I almost instinctively started to make an excuse not to go, then thought better of it and accepted the offer. Maybe a good diversion was just the thing I needed to distract me away from my current sticky situation.
The hot sun and warm water felt great the next afternoon. Julie was a pretty girl, and her friends were obviously pushing her to hook up with me again. For my part, however, I was still distracted by thoughts of my brief encounter with Dan's brother. When the gang moved on from the beach to the local bars, I told them I had plans for the evening. (This was technically true since I had agreed to go out "raging" with Dan, although it didn't really feel like following through on that, either.) Julie was obviously disappointed, but extracted a promise from me to "call her soon." I headed for home, mentally kicking myself. Had I, the human horndog, really turned down a pretty much surefire lay for the evening? Apparently I was losing my touch.
"Hey hey, look who got some sun today!" Dan exclaimed as I arrived back at the townhouse. I did feel like I was practically glowing from the heat of the sun. Matt looked up admiringly for a few seconds, then plopped back down in his seat near the tube. I don't think I could ever get tired of that glance.
"Yeah, tell me about it, I feel like a lobster," I said, reaching into the refrigerator for some water.
"So, where are we going tonight?" Dan enthused. "Your call."
I shrugged. "You should take Matt to an all ages show or something." I was still reluctant to put Matt on the spot with his brother.
"Yeah, cool, let's go see a band," he said. "Anne's busy tonight, so we can go see something that will really rattle our eardrums. You know who's playing tonight?"
"Easy enough to find out," I said, taking a seat at the kitchen counter. "I'll check the guides if that's what you guys are gonna go do."
Dan would have none of that. "Oh, no! You're not getting out of this, you slacker! Don't be such a stick in the mud!"
This time Matt piped in, turning around to face us. "Yeah, come on, Craig! It will be fun!"
I studied Matt in surprise as he grinned up at me. Obviously he had resolved something in his head and was acting more like his old self again. I felt that now-familiar twinge.
"You know you want to," he said. He hesitated before adding, "and so do I."
"Well there you have it!" Dan exclaimed, causing me to wince briefly as he patted my sunburned back. "Sorry, buddy," he added, chuckling.
And that was that. I felt a wave of relief that Matt was at least comfortable around me again. "Gentlemen, prepare to go deaf!" I said, reaching for the paper's Entertainment section.
We had a lot of fun that night, with plenty of loud music and drinking. We even slipped Matt some beers, which he seemed to enjoy. Dan had apparently loosened up a bit with him. Dan shouted in my ear, asking me why I hadn't invited Julie along. I shrugged and said she probably didn't like live rock bands. (The truth was, I had no idea if she would like it or not!)
Matt and I didn't spend much time alone, but we did occasionally exchange one of those glances that turned my heart to butter and my dick to steel. I was paranoid around Dan, making sure not to linger too long on Matt when he was around. This kid certainly was doing a number on me, in ways I didn't quite understand yet. By the time we all headed home in the early morning hours, I fell into bed and an immediate, if fitful, sleep.
The next morning I was feeling a bit strung out from the night before and decided a nice morning run would shake out the cobwebs. I changed and headed downstairs, and was pleased to see Matt sitting at the counter and eating breakfast. He brightened and turned to face me as I came down.
"Morning," he grinned. Who could resist that smile?
"Hey, morning," I said, returning the smile. "I see you can hold your liquor better than your brother already."
"Ha! I didn't even drink that much, and it was just beer," he explained. "Besides, for once my lazy bro is up and out before I am."
"Oh?" This was interesting.
"Yeah, Anne dragged him off to breakfast and shopping or something. Guess she didn't mind waking him up."
"Poor bastard," I chuckled. "He must be hating life right about now."
"He'll live," he shrugged. "Can't sleep in every Sunday, you know."
"I guess not." Nervously, I realized that we were alone and chatting comfortably for the first time since...
"Hey, sorry if I've been kinda... out of it, you know," he mumbled, not looking at me directly. Interested, I leaned onto the counter and closed the distance between us.
"No sweat, man. Hey, you have every right to be... out of it," I said. We both laughed softly. "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."
He was quiet for several moments, then looked up at me and smiled again. "Hey, I appreciate that. I really do. I... feel kind of weird that I, you know... took advantage of you that way..." He blushed and looked away as his voice trailed off.
I couldn't help grinning broadly. "No need to apologize for that, man. That was the hottest thing that's happened to me in a long time."
He slowly returned my gaze and finally grinned back at me. "It did kinda rock, huh?"
"Hell yes. And trust me, you wouldn't have been able to do anything to me that I didn't want to happen."
He nodded absently thinking about it. "I've never done anything like that before. Well... you know, I mean in that way..."
I was intrigued. "You mean being so forward with someone, right? But you've done this before, I assume. Once you got started you seemed awfully comfortable with it."
He blushed even deeper as I laughed out loud. "Well, yeah. A few things... with a couple of guys back home."
It felt really good to be having this conversation with Matt. Over the past couple of days I had started to dread what it would be like. He was surprisingly level-headed, and I said so.
"Thanks, I guess," he smiled. "It's just... I don't know, it felt kinda weird, you know? I mean, if Dan ever knew about this, never mind my parents..."
I leaned in close and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Matt, this stays between you and me. Believe me, I don't want Dan to be hearing about this any more than you do. If anything, he should be WAY more pissed at me than at you."
The half-smile again. "I guess so. Well, thanks for being so understanding about it."
"Well, what do you think?" I replied. "It's just as strange for me to be in this situation, believe me."
He nodded and laughed a little as he looked up at me. "So... what now?"
What now? Wasn't that the million dollar question? I wanted to say, Hell if I know. A part of me really was screaming to put on the brakes now, and stop this cold while it was still innocent enough. But... I just couldn't. Something wouldn't let me turn my back on this kid, any more than I could take advantage of him. After a brief silence, I spoke.
"You know, I'll leave that up to you, Matt," I heard myself say. "What happened between us was great, and I'd be open to more if you feel the same way. But I'm not going to lead you on. If you want to end this now and never bring it up again, I'm cool with that, too. I don't want to do anything to hurt you, or Dan."
So there it was. I was taking the easy way out and laying it all on his young shoulders. But damn if I could find another way out of this. I couldn't break it off, but I would respect his decision to do so.
He flinched at the mention of his brother, and then smiled at me and put his hand over mine, on his shoulder. His touch was warm and sweet. "Thanks, I guess," he laughed, then stood up to clear his dishes.
I left the house and ran, harder than I had in a long time, sweating away my questions and frustrations. The sheer exertion feel great, and I returned home feeling much better, both physically and mentally.
There was no sign of Matt when I arrived. He was probably in his room or out running around somewhere, I guessed. Quickly I climbed upstairs to my room and stripped down for a relaxing, well-deserved shower.
Before long I was under the shower head, feeling the hot spray wash away my sweat and tension, and my dick began to spring to life and demand attention like it so often does. I was getting ready to stroke out a hot load when the bathroom door swung wide open. Startled, I let go of my stiffening erection as the shower door slid open.
Matt grinned in at me, completely bare and half hard himself. I gasped with surprise as he gave me the once-over, staring at my now semi-hard prick. "Move over," he ordered, smiling. Who was I to argue?
Matt stepped into the tub and closed the shower door behind him. I enjoyed my first really good look at his naked body as he reached for a handful of my growing hardon. I groaned with the contact and reached out to stroke his softly sculpted chest. He was in damn good shape for not working out regularly. As he insistently pulled on my own cock I reached for his, taking his now stiff erection in my hand and grasping it in my fist. He gasped out loud and close his eyes. I loved the look of pleasure on his face, the water streaming down between us.
Letting go of my tool, he pulled my stroking hand from his own shaft and knelt down in the tub before me. I groaned from the sheer anticipation of the treat I was in for. He reached out to cup my furry balls in his hand, and then there it was again, that hot sweet tongue on the head of my pecker. It was hard to imagine anything that felt better than this! He looked up at me as he sank his warm mouth over the head of my dick, still rubbing with the tip of his tongue. I felt weak in the knees as he literally devoured my thick meat, quickly warming to the task and pushing more and more of it into his sucking mouth. He quickly had all but a couple of inches in the back of his throat and was working away on the length of my shaft. I smiled down at him as he ate my cock, the hot spray hitting my furry stomach and the back of his head.
I let him bob up and down on my meat for a few more minutes. God, it felt great - too great, in fact. I knew if I didn't slow him down this was going to be over much faster than I wanted. Holding onto his head, I slid by stiff cock right out of his mouth, slapping it across his face a few times for good measure. The look of lust on his face told me he how much he enjoyed that.
Reaching down, I picked up Matt by his shoulders until he was standing before me again. No way was I going to let him have all the fun! He let out a sigh as I sank down before him, then moaned his pleasure as I captured his rock-hard cockhead in my own hungry mouth. He tasted hot and sweet as I somehow knew he would. Quickly I eased a good portion of his own healthy shaft across my tongue and into the back of my mouth.
"Oh, holy fuck!" he cried out. I would have laughed if my mouth hadn't been stuffed full of hard cock. His cock was straight as an arrow, and I pulled more and more of it into my wet mouth. He place a hand on top of my head and stroked my wet, blond hair as I began to suck up and down on his willing manmeat.
It wasn't long before I could sense that he was getting a little too excited as well. There was no way I was going to let him go this time without getting at what I really wanted! Pulling his slick shaft from my mouth, I held onto his hips and looked up at him.
"Turn around," I commanded, in a voice that surprised even me with its gruffness. He looked startled for a moment, then nervously turned around, into the hot spray from the showerhead. Soon I was face to face with his smooth, tight young boy-ass. There was no stopping me now!
I reached out and dropped a hand onto his firm asscheek, creating a wet smacking sound as he groaned again. Taking both of his cheeks in my hands, I kneaded them roughly, admiring them even as I pulled them apart. I heard him gasp as I got up on my haunches and planted my face into his hot crack.
He jerked a bit with the first contact of my tongue as it lazily circled his tight, pink hole. I felt him stiffen in my hands.
"Relax," I said softly. Bit by bit his legs and ass relented and I resumed my probing. He groaned out loud and leaned forward into the wall as I rubbed my wet middle finger on his anus and then inserted it gently. What a tight, hot, sweet hole! I removed my finger and continued my assault with my tongue, causing him to moan yet again. I heard him reach for the knob and turn off the water, then he turned to face me again.
"Let's get out of here," he said with a grin. I stood up followed him out of the tub. He reached back for me and led me by my stiff cock, down the hall to my own bedroom. I was beginning to like the way this kid was thinking!
We piled onto the bed, still dripping wet from the shower. I collapsed on top of him, my thick meat wedged firmly against his smooth ass. Slowly I began rocking my hardon back and forth across his tight cheeks, and he moved in time with me. I was overjoyed that he seemed to want this as much as I did.
"Yeah, that's right," he grunted, his voice cracking. His lust fueled my own. I reached out to grab hold of both of his hips, pulling him up on all fours in front of me. He looked so hot with his sweet ass up in the air, his short dark hair matted to his skull and dripping onto my bedsheets.
Once again I peeled apart those smooth globes, this time rubbing my massive cockhead against his pliant hole. He swallowed, then spread his legs even wider for me. This was truly a sight I would never forget! With one hand I placed my head firmly against his opening, then pushed with my hips.
Matt let out a sound that seemed like a groan as my head breached his tight ring. I wasn't sure whether it was from pleasure or pain. Personally, I had never felt better. His ass was like a vice grip on this tip of my dick, squeezing it deliciously. I held firmly onto his hips as I thrust again, burying another inch or two up his tight hole. We growled in unison.
"Fuuuuck," Matt exclaimed as another couple of inches made their way into him. I was starting to wonder whether he was enjoying himself, until he added, "God yes! Craig!"
That was all the encouragement I needed. A couple more quick thrusts and my hard shaft was buried between his sweet cheeks. He groaned with each inward thrust as I pushed the last few inches in and out, then in again. I felt so hot, and so fantastic.
"That's it, Matt," I encouraged. Taking my hand from his right hip, I reached forward and gripped his shoulder, pulling him back into me. He gasped and then gripped my shaft even harder. Pure heaven.
Now that he was getting used to my length and width, I began a series of long, slow thrusts. I practically pulled out of him, then buried it once again. Gripping him tightly, I began to thrust with my hips, pumping my rock hard meat in and out of his hole. Christ, he was tight! I increased the fury of my strokes, rocking him back and forth. He let out a sharp grunt with each deep stroke. I fucked him relentlessly for what seemed like an eternity, until I began to feel that delicious tightening in my balls. Matt was stroking up and down furiously on his own shaft as I began to gasp with my impending orgasm.
"Oh Christ, oh Matt, yeah!" I exclaimed, nailing him to the bed and furiously pumping my hips in short, sharp thrusts. The friction was just too much. I erupted deep inside him, unleashing volley after volley of thick cum. Matt groaned as I began to withdraw, with a last quick spurt at the tip of his reddened hole.
Sighing with my release, I pulled him over onto his back, holding onto his legs as he continued to pump his own meat. Hoisting his legs, I reached for his balls and tugged them gently as he neared the end. His breath began coming in short gasps, and I worked one finger, and then two, back inside his tight ass, now slick with my own semen. Groaning out load, he began to spurt, shooting his thick semen across his own chest and stomach. I withdrew my fingers as his ejaculations subsided, reaching up to rub his fresh jizz into his skin as he thrashed about.
I fell onto the bed beside him, feeling the dampened sheets beneath us. Once again I reached for him, and this time he turned and nestled into my side, his head on my chest. I wrapped an arm around his naked form, lazily running my fingers through his wet hair. We were silent for several minutes before he finally spoke.
"Damn," he said softly.
"Like that?" I smiled, looking down at him as he snuggled even closer.
"Um, yeah, you could say that," he replied, a laugh in his voice. "I had done some messing around before but not... not like that."
I really had to admit the same thing. "Yeah, that was pretty special for me, too. Though I can see you're going to be hell on my bed sheets."
He laughed and sat up, looking around. "Yeah, what a mess. Don't worry, I'll do your laundry," he grinned.
I laughed and sat up, staring at him. He was dripping wet and still flushed with the excitement of great sex. Damn, what a beautiful guy.
"What?" he asked, suddenly self-conscious. I shook my head and sat up on the edge of the bed. He leaned into me and placed an arm across my back, and I shuddered involuntarily.
"So I guess we don't call it off, huh?" I could feel his smile from behind me.
I couldn't help but smile as well, inside and out... though I knew that things were now a lot more complicated. "Well, I guess not, Junior," I laughed. I wasn't quite sure the extent of what was happening to us yet.
"I know you're worried about... Dan and all that," he started, then trailed off helplessly.
I patted his hand as I stood up from the bed. "Yeah, well, we'll just take this as it comes, OK?" I said, and he nodded. "But first things first. It looks like we need another shower."
He laughed and followed me down the hall, retracing our own damp steps.
T O B E C O N T I N U E D . . . .