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Wow, it's been a long time! I've been preoccupied with other things, but I always intended to come back to this story. Thanks for the great feedback and encouragement all those months ago, and I hope you still enjoy the new installments.
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S U M M E R O F L U S T , P A R T F I V E =========================================================
Friday didn't arrive soon enough. I was out the door early from work at the first opportunity. The weather was gorgeous, and would supposedly remain that way for the rest of the weekend. Plus I had agreed to meet Matt at the gym and finally show him the ropes.
Matt. What an interesting situation I had gotten myself into! Despite the potential to seriously blow up in my face, I couldn't deny that we had been having some of the hottest sex I'd ever experienced. And Matt himself was undeniably sweet, sexy and... And what? I wasn't sure how far I was willing to let this go.
My thoughts were on our incredible house guest all the way through downtown and toward home. I exited the train and walked a couple of blocks to the local gym, enjoying the sun and light breeze. As I entered the parking lot I wasn't too surprised to find Matt parked near the entrance, perched on the tailgate with the top down. My pulse accelerated involuntarily as he favored me with a broad grin that seemed to outshine the afternoon sun.
"There he is, right on time," he smiled, jumping down. "Glad you could make it out of there early." He certainly had grown comfortable with my Jeep. I had to smile back.
"Are you kidding?" I replied. "This is not a day to sit in the office. Plus we should beat the after-work crowd."
He nodded, reaching for his bag. "Lead on, master."
Matt was in admirably good shape already, which made working out with him that much easier. We hit a variety of machines, and I admired how Matt really went all out. Finally we hit the free weights, and I decided to really pour it on and give Matt a show. He seemed to enjoy watching me work my biceps slowly. I spotted him for a set of bench presses, and he managed to do remarkably well right off the bat.
"Nice, Matt," I told him as we headed off to the locker room. "You really went for it out there."
He smiled almost shyly. "I try."
"Wouldn't take you long at all to really build yourself out at this rate," I said, stopping briefly to appraise him. "Not that you really need to."
"I can see myself getting into it once I'm in school," he said. That's right, I was reminded, only a couple of weeks until Matt would be flying off on a new adventure. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness.
"One thing though," I added as we reached our lockers. "A really good workout always gets me horned but good."
He laughed as he pulled off his shirt. "I can see what you mean. Not like either one of us needs that excuse."
I felt myself actually blush a bit as I stripped down quickly and headed into the shower area.
I slipped into one of the shower stalls and began to lather up. The gym had very small individual stalls with no door or curtains, so the situation was semi-private at best. I turned around just in time to see Matt behind me, smiling as he attempted to step into the confined space. Predictable to the end!
"Get your own stall, crazy kid," I grinned, pushing him back outside. There weren't as many people around as there would be in another hour or so, but there was still too much traffic for my tastes.
Unimpressed, Matt walked across and entered the stall directly opposite mine, turning to face me as he turned on the water. I shook my head at his brazen display. Still, I couldn't help but watch as he began stroking his stirring manhood as he smiled over at me. Once his own actions began to do a number on my own groin, I shrugged and took up the challenge, stroking myself to full erection as I watched him across the narrow hallway, stopping for the occasional passerby. Matt was also fully hard now, lathering his rod and pumping it lewdly as his eyes remained glued to my own jacking hand.
I rubbed a hand across my furry chest and reached for a hard nipple as I continued pumping with my other fist, gaining momentum as I watched Matt's own excitement increase. He reached underneath his shaft to cup his own balls as he continued to stroke, now thrusting his shaft through his soaped fist with deliberate movements of his hips. He looked so hot there in the steam from the beating water that I stopped my own jerking for a few moments and admired the view. Then I began to pump with renewed gusto, sensing that it was time for release.
Matt noticed the increased intensity of my strokes and picked up his own pace, visibly gasping as he neared the end. Then I heard him stifle a groan as he turned, pointing his stiff rod into the spray of water as the first shots of cream erupted from the head. He threw his head back as he continued to pump on his meat. The sight alone was enough to carry from the brink right over the edge, and with a grunt I felt that familiar tugging sensation in my balls. I hunched at the knees as I came, sending ribbons of sperm into the cascading water. The feeling was incredible!
By the time I had rinsed off and reached for my towel, Matt was on his way toward the steamroom. I was pretty much ready to head home, but supposed a little steam wouldn't hurt. I followed Matt toward the back of the room and sat down, barely able to make out another figure who nodded as we passed by. Oh well, no crazy stunts in here, I thought to myself. I closed my eyes and leaned back on my arms, enjoying the thick heat.
I'm not even sure how long I stayed like that, relaxing more and more with each passing moment. When I finally looked up, brushing the sweat from my face and turning to see how Matt was doing, I gasped out loud in surprise. My young pal had removed his towel and was sporting a full-fledged hard-on! Not only that, but I quickly realized that he was putting on a show for the benefit of our neighbor, who had moved closer to Matt and removed his own towel. I could just make out his form through the steam but he was clearly enjoying the show, and putting on one of his own as he stroked lazily. Matt glanced over at me and grinned. The surprise must have been visible on my face.
"Shameless," I whispered, which made him chuckle out loud. Despite unloading in the shower only a short time before, I couldn't help but feel myself respond to this undeniably hot scene. This boy certainly knew how to make me feel like a horny teenager again.
Matt shifted beside me and I felt my own towel being tugged insistently. Giving in, I sighed and scooted forward, allowing him to remove it and expose own cock as it gradually crawled up my leg. With that, Matt returned his attention to our friend, who had moved even closer on his other side. I could now make out his lean, wiry frame and rock-hard prick waving before him. Not bad at all.
As I stroked myself to hardness, Matt reached out and began stroking his newfound friend. I heard him groan softly at the contact, and glanced nervously toward the door of the steamroom. It wouldn't be long before this place really started getting busy. The others, however, didn't seem fazed in the least.
I turned back just in time to see Matt get up and kneel down in front of the other man, who spread his legs and leaned back on the shelf. I shook my head and laughed to myself as Matt's head disappeared into his admirer's lap. A louder groan escaped his lips this time as he felt the full force of Matt's hot, eager mouth. I knew firsthand just how irresistable that sensation was. Our new friend turned toward me and motioned me closer through the steam. I hesitated for only a few seconds before my now raging hard-on took control of my senses. I sat down next the other man and smiled back at him, reaching down to ruffle Matt's hair with my hand as he bobbed up and down on a new piece of meat. Though I felt a slight twinge of jealousy, it was undeniably hot to be experiencing this together.
The other guy reached for my erection, squeezing it in his hand. "Nice," he breathed, and began jacking me slowly as Matt continued to suck him. I breathed in lungfulls of steam as he worked my rigid boner for a few minutes. Then he reached down and pulled his own cock out of Matt's mouth, guiding Matt to my own hard-on with a forceful hand on the back of his head. I couldn't help but groan myself as I felt the familiar wet sensation of Matt's sweet lips enveloping my fat head as his tongue worked across it. Our new playmate pushed him down and he swallowed more of my dick, then started bobbing happily. I could never get tired of that feeling.
After a few moments of frantic sucking, Matt withdrew from my now-slick boner and went down on our friend again, causing him to groan and pump his hips lewdly. His hand reached out for my furry chest, squeezing a hard nipple between his fingers as he continued to thrust slowly.
He looked up at me and smiled. "Fuck his ass!" he hissed through the steam, dropping his hands to both sides of Matt's bobbing head.
This situation made for a hot quickie, but I wasn't so sure that we should be dragging this out much longer. Nevertheless, I got up and kneeled behind Matt's own kneeling form, pulling him back until he was on all fours. He paused his frantic sucking long enough to push his smooth ass back against me, capturing my raging hard-on between my own belly and his hot crack. I groaned as he squeezed his firm young buns against my hard dick, and began rubbing it back and forth as he returned his attention to the other hard-on in front of him.
The instense heat and Matt's teasing made me wild with lust. I pulled back and grabbed his legs in both hands, pulling them farther apart for better access to his tight hole. I heard his muffled groan as I worked a finger up his tight backside, twisting it slightly as I buried it inside.
Just then I heard the click of the door and made out the outline of another figure at the entrance. He stopped short for a second, then turned away, obviously embarrassed. I heard the door slam shut behind him.
"Damn," I hissed, quickly getting up to my feet. Our friend withdrew from Matt's mouth, jacking himself furiously. "Almost there," he hissed as he continued to pump. Matt reached for his balls and pulled on them as the other man grunted, firing a volley of cum against Matt's smooth chest. He pumped another large load across Matt's shoulder as I reached down for his arm and forcibly pulled him to his feet. He was still basking in his orgasm as I grabbed our towels and headed for the door.
I held my damp towel over my hard-on as I quickly moved back toward the shower stalls. Matt followed quickly behind me, giggling softly. "Spoil sport," he teased softly as we edged toward an empty locker bench.
"You damn nut," I laughed, draping an arm across his shoulders. "That man might complain to the office."
"Yeah, but come on," he said, grinning. "That was fuckin' hot!"
I nodded, wrapping my towel around my waist again. "Sure was, but you're not the one who has to come back here on a regular basis."
"True," he said, and a momentary cloud passed over his features before he grinned at me again, glancing down at the enormous tent in the towel around my waist. "Well, no way you're walking out of here like that," he chuckled.
I had to smile back. "And who's fault is that, I wonder?"
I was tempted to get the little tease to finish me off in the shower, but that was only semi-private at best. Anyone wandering through was liable to get an eyefull. Then inspiration hit and I grinned, grabbing his arm and dragging him with me.
"Where are we going?" he asked, a flicker of excitement in his eyes.
"To finish up," I said simply, leading him away from the lockers and toward the bathroom stalls.
"I see," he said, smiling. I let go of him as we approached a couple of new arrivals, and he headed into one of the large stalls. I waited for the others to pass by into the locker area, then followed him in, shutting the door behind me. The stalls were well isolated, with walls from low on the floor to well above our heads. Perfect.
Matt sat down on the toilet as I turned to latch the door. By the time I turned to face him he had my towel off and his face was in my crotch and tonguing my furry ball sack. Damn, he certainly knew how to make me feel good. I placed a hand in his hair as he began jacking his own hard-on.
"Better make this quick," I grunted. He smiled up at me, apparently taking this as a challenge. My wet balls fell from his lips and he swallowed the first few inches of my swollen dick, pausing only for a second before stuffing more meat into his mouth. I knew I wouldn't have to worry about lasting long this way! He locked eyes with me as he swallowed more and then began to saw back and forth on my shaft. God, he looked so hot, sitting there with his face stuffed full of hard dick, his smooth skin still flushed from the heat of the steamroom, his dark hair matted against his forehead. I gently thrust my hips to meet his own movements, and his hands came up to clasp onto my ass as he really went to town on my hard cock, pumping his own cock as he worked away. He appeared to be enjoying this as much as I was. Almost.
When Matt decided I was going to come, there wasn't much I could do to fight it. After only about five minutes of his fierce, relentless sucking, I felt my balls tighten and get ready for release. I suppressed a groan as the first load landed in his hot mouth, holding onto his head as I fed him two or three more instense spurts. He swallowed greedily, draining my balls but good before releasing my spent member from his hot lips. I reached down and lifted him to his feet as he continued to beat his own meat, obviously nearing the point of no return himself. I leaned in close just in time to catch his first spurt on my stomach, reaching to cup his balls as he leaned into my shoulder, grunting softly. I held his head against my neck as he erupted against me. Hot!
As his orgasm subsided, he lifted his head, looking into my eyes for a moment before glancing away shyly. I almost had to laugh at the contradiction, but somehow he made it seem adorable. Reaching for his towel, he rubbed it across my abdomen, removing the traces of his lust.
I was feeling pretty satisfied both physically and mentally as we piled back into the Jeep. Call it the happy exhaustion of a good workout that really leaves you feeling like you've really spent yourself. Matt looked hotter than ever, flushed with the afterglow of a good going-over. I could barely tear my eyes off of him and keep them on the road ahead.
We picked up some food and headed to a local outdoor hangout, a hill with a decent view of the surrounding area. This seemed to be turning into an unusually balmy evening, so it really felt like a shame to head back home so early. Plus -- might as well be honest -- I wasn't quite ready to relinquish Matt to his brother again.
We climbed into the back with the top still down, hanging out the tailgate as we ate and soaked in the view. We had reached the point where we could simply hang out and enjoy each other's company without the need for constant banter. Eventually, Matt broke the silence.
"So that girl, Julie," he began haltingly.
"What about her?" I was amused and wondering where this was headed.
"You like her?"
I studied him for a moment, but his expression was hard to read. "Sure I do. She's nice enough." I grinned to myself; I wasn't letting him off that easily.
"Figured. She's pretty good looking," he said noncommittally.
I sighed, leaning back and resting on my palms behind me, enjoying the slight breeze that had just arrived. "Well, I like lots of people, Matt," I finally said. "I suppose Dan and Anne wish that maybe I liked her a bit more than that."
He looked at me, chewing on his lower lip, then turned away. "But you don't?"
I punched him lightly on the arm, trying to regain his attention. "What exactly are you getting at, young man?"
He smiled a little, gazing out at the waning sunset. Another hour and it would probably be cool enough for a jacket. "I don't know," he said quietly. "It's just... there's what people expect from you... and what you want for yourself. I mean, it's so much easier... hell, even expected... to hook up with a girl, you know? But to have a... well, a relationship with another guy..."
"Yeah. I guess you just have to decide who it is you're living for," I replied.
He grinned at that, favoring me with those piercing eyes. "Right, that sounds so easy. But you wouldn't exactly ever... you know, be with a man, Mr. Navy."
I had to chuckle softly at that, and draped an arm affectionately over his shoulders as he shivered. "You have a lot to learn about the armed forces, kiddo.
"You mean you've been with a man?" he asked, leaning into my sudden embrace.
I considered him for a moment. "Well... When "Don't ask don't tell" is drilled into your brain, I guess it's not so cut and dried. But that's in the past now. I have no problem with who I am, but I don't go out of my way to flaunt it. Still, if I met the right guy... I don't think I'd have a problem with everyone knowing it."
He was nestled against me now, and it feel fucking great. I nudged him playfully. "What about you, jock boy?" I smiled. "Would you lay it on the line for the right man?"
I could feel his breath on me as he looked up into my eyes. God, that dangerous look again. "I guess I'll find out when it happens," he practically whispered.
So there I was, in the evening with the top down and this beautiful boy fitting perfectly into me, gazing up with all the hope of untested youth. There was no way I was letting those full, sensuous lips escape this time. I leaned in suddenly, matching his pursed lips with my own, kissing him forcefully yet as tender as I could manage given the circumstances. He froze for one indecisive moment; then, his arms were around me and the kiss was returned, urgently, even feverishly. It was the type of connection with another that cannot be planned or even fully anticipated, and it was joy itself.
As with so many of our other encounters, Matt's tentative nature soon gave way to abandon. He quickly grew more adventurous, pressing his tongue insistently against my mouth. I accepted it, reveling in the now-familiar taste of him, then worked my way between his own lips. If the sex I had thus far indulged in with Matt was incredible, this was downright unspeakable. Never had I experienced this connection with someone else. Once this hunger had risen to the surface, I realized that it had always been there, and always would be... but rarely could it be satisfied in this way.
We remained locked together until the sun had completely disappeared from the sky. We kissed, and kissed some more, and then Matt more or less melted into my chest, resting against me in satisfaction. I'm not sure how long we remained like that, but eventually even the furnace of boyhood against me couldn't keep out the night's chill.
"Let's head home," I whispered, nudging him upright once again. We climbed into the front seats and wound our way toward the lighs below, where our townhouse awaited us. And so did his brother.
As we worked our way toward home I felt Matt clutch my arm, then fold a warm hand into my own. He smiled briefly at me before leaning back into the seat as I drove on.
"No promises, kid," I smiled.