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The next morning was Saturday. Although I would have given my eyeteeth to sleep in, I had previously volunteered to help out on a work project. As it turned out I was pretty much worthless and should have stayed home anyway. I was driven to distraction by the images in my head, the warm embrace and near perfect kiss of the night before. I was surprised at my own reaction, how the feel and sound and images refused to fade; the warm young man leaning into my side, his lips and tongue against my own, his hand resting in my own. How far was I willing to take this? Hell, how far could I take it while living with his brother? I sighed heavily to myself, just wanting some time to myself to sort it all out.
I excused myself at the earliest opportunity, in the early afternoon, and went for a long run before heading home. As usual, the exertion helped to clear my mind... at least temporarily. As much as I longed for some type of epiphany, however, I was no closer to a solution by the time I arrived at the townhouse.
"Hey, there you are," Dan greeted me as I waved and headed for the kitchen. He followed as I reached for cold water and drank about a liter all at once.
"I didn't know you were out," he continued. "Pretty quiet here all by myself."
I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Where's Matt?" Careful now.
Dan smiled and leaned against the counter. "Ah, he's out playing basketball I think. Believe it or not he found a group to play with already."
I couldn't help smiling. "I believe it."
"Much more outgoing than I was right out of high school," Dan observed. "Hey, I've been meaning to really thank you for being so cool to Matt lately, amigo."
I fought the urge to spit up water. Instead I obscured my face with a towel. "Think nothing of it. He's a great kid."
"Yeah, but you've gone above and beyond, you know?" Dan laughed. Jesus, haven't I, though? "I mean, showing him around and letting him use your Jeep and stuff. I was a little worried about leaving him here all day while I've been working so much, but you've been a big help. So thanks."
I had to wonder if Dan would be so appreciative of my "help" if he knew it included ramming my cock repeatedly up his brother's ass. I could feel my face turning scarlet red; it was a good thing I had just been out sweating. I tried to maintain a poker face as I turned to head upstairs. "Like I said, no worries," I replied. "I wouldn't do it if I didn't want to. And Matt's a great kid."
Dan clapped me on the back as I passed by. "Yeah, he is for sure. Anyway, I'm taking you both to dinner when he gets home, so get cleaned up."
I grinned back at him and quickly retreated upstairs. This was almost too much. Dan had observed my particular fondness for Matt and was playing it off as doing him a favor -- at least for now. Well, it worked... again, for now. I headed off to the shower, letting the scalding water invigorate my skin. Like clockwork, my cock began to rise insistently, so I stroked out a quick load, grunting as ribbons of sperm disappeared down the drain. I tried not to think of Matt as my orgasm hit, but my libido had a mind of its own. What else is new?
By the time I dressed and made my way downstairs, Matt had arrived and was hanging out in the living room with Dan. He looked up as I approached and broke into a wide grin that made my heart stop for a moment. Steady now.
"Hey, there he is!" Dan exclaimed, jumping up from the sofa. Let's go! I'm starving."
"Where to?" Matt asked following his older brother toward the garage. He turned briefly to give me a wink and a nod, and I shook my head at him incredulously as I followed, too.
The three of us had a fun evening of eating and drinking. It felt good to relax and simply enjoy good company. Even better, Matt seemed to be behaving himself. Perhaps he was a little a intimidated by his brother's presence. I was acutely aware of Matt's presence next to me; the kid was a damned furnace!
"Well, I'm sure glad you two are getting along so well," Dan smiled, knocking back a fresh pint. "And you've been good about keeping yourself occupied, bro." He punched Matt lightly on the arm.
"Told you I'd be okay," Matt replied. "You don't have to look after me 24/7, you know."
Dan chuckled. "Yeah, I noticed. But this coming week is going to be especially crazy. I may even have to work all weekend. Let me tell you, Ann is not happy about that."
Matt shrugged. "Like I said, don't feel bad on my account. Maybe Craig here will be up for showing me around some more." He jabbed me playfully in the chest, and it felt like a lance through my heart.
"Ah, like he hasn't done enough for you lately," Dan laughed. "He could probably use a break from you."
Matt smirked, placing an arm around my shoulders. "Nah, he likes spending time with me, don't ya, old man?"
I flinched at the reference, then laughed to myself. "I put up with you just fine, I guess."
Matt turned to face me now. "Hey, we can head down the coast. Dan keeps telling me all about how beautiful it is. But he's too busy to take me."
My pulse quickened at the thought of an extended trip with my feisty little lover. I wasn't sure what to say. It was the best idea I'd heard in a long time, but I didn't want to see too over-anxious to be have Matt to myself.
"Now, Matt, don't go signing up Craig here for something like that," Dan waved. "You should be happy that he's spent this much time dragging your sorry ass around."
Matt tossed a fry into his brother's lap, causing him to curse out loud. "Well I wouldn't wanna ask him to do something he doesn't want to. Sounds like a lot of fun to me, though." A mischievous grin covered his face as I cleared my throat.
"Yeah that does sound like fun, actually," I replied lamely.
"Cool. Well, that's settled then." Dan seemed pleased as he pounded down the last of his current pint. "Shall we head out, gentlemen?"
The ride home was uneventful, at least on the surface. In my head I was racing through the possibilities of what was to come. Matt seemed a bit preoccupied himself, and I couldn't wonder what was going on in that pretty little head of his.
Dan turned in the minute we arrived home, crashing in his bedroom next door to my own. I cleaned up briefly in the bathroom and made my way past his room to my own door. Matt was waiting for me, perched on the edge of the bed with a large grin on his face.
"TUrning in so early?" he smiled, looking me up and down. I suddenly felt unusally embarrassed to be standing there in my boxers.
"Up to no good as usual, I see," I rejoined, standing before him with hands on hips. He reached out a hand, tentatively trailing down my stomach to the waistband of my shorts. I groaned softly before gripping his hand firmly and pulling it away from the danger zone.
"Uh uh, kiddo," I breathed. "No more of that with Big Brother in the next room."
He looked up at me, his eyes on fire with that delicious hunger that I had come to admire so much. "Fine. Down to my room then."
I shook my head as I grinned half-heartedly back at him. I was trying to follow my consciense for once, but he seemed bound and determined to make that as hard as possible.
I sat down next to him, holding my mouth close to his ear so that I could speak softly. "Not while Dan's home, you horndog. We've been getting a little... carried away lately."
"Are you kidding? You saw how much he drank tonight. He's crashed out already. A few moans and groans won't drag him out of bed." Matt was almost pouting in a way that wasn't altogether unattractive. I had to smile.
"Says you. I don't wanna take that chance. Call me crazy, but I don't really want to deal with that right now. And I'm sure he wouldn't either, if given the choice."
Matt reached out and wrapped both arms around my naked torso, burying his head in my neck. God. No one had a right to feel this fantastic. "Wow, I never thought I'd see you turn into such a prude."
I reached for a hardened nipple beneath his thin t-shirt, twisting it between my thumb and forefinger as he let out an involuntary gasp. "Prude, my ass. You'll see what a prude I am when I get you all to myself."
He gazed up at me for a moment with those eyes that would melt concrete. "Promises promises," he muttered, then place his lips firmly against mine. I reached an arm around his shoulder as I returned the kiss, pushing my tongue into his willing mouth. If anything, he tasted even better than before. I allowed him to return the embrace until I reached the very real fear of being unable to stop myself, then gently disengaged myself from his lanky frame. He placed a hand on my shoulder, then trailed it down my furry chest before getting up from the bed abruptly.
"Have it your way, sailor," he grinned. "You can't avoid me forever." He stopped briefly at the door to moon me with that perfect, smooth ass before disappearing down the hallway.
I sighed and fell back on the mattress, turning out the light. Had I really just turned down that perfect little cocktease? I needed sleep, but not before disposing of the raging erection in my shorts that he had caused. I hissed softly in the dark, insistently pulling on my hardon for a quick release. I felt like I was nineteen again myself, barely going half the day without relieving that delicious and agonizing tension between my legs. It was only a matter of a minute or two before I was exploding, feeling the release I so desperately needed in order to sleep.
I didn't see much of Matt or Dan over the next couple of days. They spent most of the rest of the weekend with Ann and her friends, and I got the disctinct impression that she was trying to set up the young stud up with one of her younger friends. She had mentioned something about finding out Matt's "type." If she had only asked me, I could have told her all about his type.
The following Tuesday afternoon Matt and I agreed to meet at the gym for another workout. I made it clear beforehand that we wouldn't be repeating our previous antics inside. Matt laughed at me as we entered.
"Think you can keep that resolution, buster?" he taunted.
"I'm serious, you little horndog," I laughed in return. "You may be on vacation, but I have to keep coming here."
"Suit yourself," he agreed as he headed for the lockerroom.
I fully expected him to keep my cock teased to full mast throughout our workout, testing my willpower. Suprisingly, he went about his business on the machines and weights, respecting my wishes. I spotted him, pushing him hard until we were both well spent. A quick shower later we were off to the parking lot, feeling the satisfying exhaustion of a great workout. But I had to admit I was also feeling the familiar hormone surge that comes with athletic activity.
"See, I can be a gentleman as well as anybody," he grinned as we piled into my Jeep. "But you can't say it wasn't hard." His gaze found the considerable bulge in my own shorts and rested there for quite a while before looking back up at me.
I smiled back at him. "Yeah well, no one said it would be easy."
"That's okay," he replied as we wheeled out onto the road. "I know how easy you after after a workout." He moved a warm hand up my leg, covering my crotch abruptly.
I laughed, but didn't push him away. "Careful, kid, you know my rule about doing it when Dan's around.
"Yeah, I sure do," he said mischievously. "I also know that right about now he's picking Ann up for a movie date."
"Yeah? And how do you know that?" My pulse quickened as the possibilities flashed through my addled brain.
He grinned, getting bolder with the hand that was grabbing my groin. "He asked me if I wanted to go. I told him I had something else I wanted to take care of."
I laughed out loud. My growing hardon really didn't need much encouragement, but it sure felt great. "You mean the thing you're taking care of right now?"
I winked at me, then flopped back into his seat. "It's a start." He cranked up the radio as I stepped on the gas, feeling a sudden urgency deep inside.
Matt was right; Craig was already gone when I pulled up to the townhouse. No sooner had the garage door closed behind us that Matt was on me, pushing his mouth against my own. He was so hot, sweet and insistent that I just couldn't stand it. I released my seatbelt as he covered my neck and face with feverish kisses. After all this time, I was still taken aback by his intensity. Grabbing a handful of my t-shirt, he rougly pulled it up and over my head, throwing it into the backseat as he kissed his way down my chest.
"Fuck," I muttered, reaching for the seat release. The seat flew back with both me and Matt in it as he attacked my hard nipple with his tongue. It felt incredible. I pulled him away long enough to remove his own shirt, running a hand down his warm, smooth backside as he once again pawed at my crotch. I lifted my ass up briefly as he roughly yanked my shorts down around my knees. My cock was hard as a fucking board and slapped against my stomach as I reached down into the back of his own shorts. As my fingers reached the crack of his smooth ass I felt a delicious, moist sensation around the head of my dick. I groaned and laid back as far as the bucket seat would let me. This kid sure loved going down on my pecker. Who has I to argue?
As Matt attacked my hard cock with his wet mouth and tongue, I began a deep probing of his soft buns, working my fingers toward the tight button of his anus. He groaned around my shaft as he felt my finger make contact with his hole. I pushed forward insistently as I felt him sink down on my rod, snaking his tongue around it. The feeling was indescribable.
I enjoyed his hot, wet suction for a few moments, then pulled his head from my crotch. The shorts around my knees were restricting my enjoyment of the moment. With one kick I pushed them down around my ankles and stepped out of them, now bare naked in our garage. Taking a cue from me, Matt pushed his hips out of his own shorts and dropped them into the floorboard. This was hot, but we needed some more room to work with.
"Come on," I whispered gruffly, stepping out of the front seat. I made my way around to the exposed tailgate where the convertible roof had been pulled back. Matt pushed his way up and over the back seat, then leaned against it, exposing that hot ass to me at almost the right level. I grabbed a firm globe in each hand, forcing them apart. Matt whimpered as I lowered my face into his outstretched mounds and probed his tight hole with my tongue.
He moaned out loud, leaning into my face as I made love to his sweet ass. I could feel his muscles loosen as he relaxed against me, letting me in deeper. He was fresh and clean from the shower and tasted great. The cool air against my cock, slick with Matt's saliva, reminded me of my own urgent need.
I pulled away briefly, then stepped up onto the tailgate behind Matt. He instinctively rose up and I used the opportunity to place a muscular forearm around his waist, pulling him up and onto his feet. He reached frantically for the roll bar for support as I pushed my hard cock up against his firm cheeks, rubbing it back and forth. He moaned out loud and rocked against me, holding onto the metal bar as I continued to hold him from behind in a vise-like grip. The time had come for some satisfaction. I pushed against his buttocks until the fat head of my cock was pushing against his sweet, tight hole.
"Do it," he hissed, breathing heavily. "Do it, goddamnit!"
I tightened my arm around him as I thrust hard, burying a couple of inches up his backside. He grunted and gripped the bar tighter. With a sharp upward thrust I jabbed even more hard dick inside him. I could feel his muscles grip me like a vise as I gave one last harsh thrust, burying my prick in that sweet, hot backside. We groaned in unison as I set up a rough, jackhammer rhythm, pushing up into him as far as I could with each thrust. He cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as I pounded up into his tight hole. God, he felt so good. I had managed to keep my hands off him for several days, but now I was not about to be denied.
He never let go of the roll bar as I held onto him for dear life, burying my hard cock inside him to the hilt with each thrust. A real animal energy had overtaken both of us, and he rode my hard dick with each insistent push. It was only a matter of minutes before I could feel that all-too-familiar tightening in my balls.
"Take my load, you hot little fucker!" I blurted out, my sweaty chest plastered against his own smooth back as I jabbed even faster. He cried out, clamping down as tight as he could on my head, and it was all over. With a howl I unleashed a torrent of hot jism deep inside him as he milked me. I could almost feel my load being pulled from my aching balls as I continued to unleash a torrent between his legs.
My erection spent for now, I let go of his midsection, sprawling down onto the back seat. Laughing breathlessly, he collapsed on top of me, once again pressing his lips against mine.
"Holy shit, that was incredible," he gasped, smiling. "But what are you gonna do about this?" I felt the urgent jab of his own hardon against my leg and laughed, giving him one last deep kiss.
"Come on, let's get cleaned up and I'll show you," I said, reaching for my discarded clothing. What a picture we must have made, coming in from the garage without our clothes in wads. I grabbed his pants and shirt from him and tossed them into the washer, then grabbed his shoulders and marched him into the downstairs bathroom.
He grinned as he turned on the hot water and entered the shower. "Shit, I just had a shower an hour ago and now I need another."
I stepped in with him, reaching for his still-rigid boycock. "You need more than that, Matt," I replied as I sank down onto my knees in the slippery tub. He sighed as I took the head of his cock in my mouth, reaching up to cup his balls as I sank down on the shaft. I felt the spray of the shower on the back of my head as I began to move up and down on his stiff dick.
"Oh fuck, Craig," he sighed again, starting to pump with his hips. He seemed to crave release as much as I had, so I decided not to take it easy on him. I started pumping up and down on his hard shaft as I tugged playfully on his ballsack. Within a few minutes he began to breathe faster and I knew he was getting close. I held the head of his cock in my mouth until he groaned and began erupting, then held it up to my face and neck. He came all over me, from my forehead down to my dripping chest as I continued to milk his nuts.
We spent almost an hour in the shower after that, holding each other and exploring each other's bodies. I was becoming as addicted to his sweet, wet kisses as I was to his other wonderful actions. We finally managed to clean up and crashed on the living room sofa, watching TV. I loved the feeling of his warm soft hair against my chest as we lay there for awhile. When I sensed that he was falling asleep, I nudged him up and over to the other side of the couch, propping a cushion underneath him.
"You don't care about me any more?" he mumbled, smiling.
"I don't care to have your brother come in and find us spooning," I chuckled.
"That's okay," he said through half-lidded eyes. "This weekend I have you all to myself, right?"
Oh right, the trip. I couldn't believe it was going to happen. For that matter, just what was going to happen? I shrugged to myself as I leaned in for a quick kiss. "You got it, kid," I smiled. One way or the other, I was bound to see where this was headed.
I sat across from him on the couch, watching him nap peacefully for quite some time, until the rattle of the front door broke me out of my Matt-induced trance.
T O B E C O N T I N U E D . . . .