Date: Sun, 27 Mar 2011 00:33:25 -0400 (EDT) From: Mark837042@aol.com Subject: Backdoor Slider - Ch 12 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story is completely fictional. Any resemblance by name or description to anyone dead or alive is totally coincidental. This is a love story between two 16-year old boys. If this offends you, if you are not of legal age or if this content is not legal in your area, please do not read this. If you have comments, please email me at mark837042@aol.com. Thank you to those who have commented on my story! It is nice to know that you are enjoying it, as I sure am enjoying writing it. Please keep the comments coming! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Backdoor Slider - A Love Story. Chapter 12 I wake up and look over to see Luke laying next to me. He's propping himself up by his elbow and staring at me. "Morning, Luke." I honk his nose. "Morning, G," he smiles. "Don't move." He jumps up and runs out of the room. In a minute, he returns with a tray of breakfast: coffee, juice, two poached eggs and whole wheat toast. He sets it down on my lap and gives me a quick kiss. "Breakfast in bed? Wow, someone's grateful. Where's the bacon?" "We gotta keep those hot abs and hot ass looking good for me." "Oh that's right, you want to diddle me bum," I give him my best English accent. "I'm gonna do more than diddle," he laughs. "We gotta talk about this, man." I get serious. "Ok, let me get my food. Be right back." He returns with his plate. He takes a big bite out of his egg on toast. "The thing about my butt is..." I switch to a loud whisper and cup my hand around my mouth. "That's where my poo comes out!" Luke stops chewing and looks at me. "Dude! I had no idea!" "Sorry," I say, laughing. "Maybe we should continue this when we're done eating." "No, go ahead." "Seriously, this isn't a porno. We only get one take. Things could be messy and painful. I just want it to go well, but the whole thing makes me really nervous." I can't look him in the eye. "Dude, do you think there's anything that could happen that would make me stop loving you?" "It's not that, ... it's just that something could happen that's so embarrassing that you wouldn't be attracted to me anymore.... you know, something you couldn't unsee." "What could HAPPEN," he moves my breakfast away, sits down next to me and grabs my hands, "is that my hot, fucking awesome boyfriend is putting himself in the most vulnerable situation just for me, and that's so fucking hot!" he turns away for a second, the looks back with his eyebrow raised. "Not attracted to you? Just look at you!" He makes a little roar and rubs my back. "It's just that everything up to now has been totally perfect, and that's a lot of pressure." "You worry too much!" He pinches my cheek. "Perfect? Maybe you forgot the old cum-in-the-eye trick I pulled off last night?" "Umm, that was pretty perfect," I finally look up at him with a smile. "Oh my God, I'm really gonna fuck you now!" he tackles me we exchange playful kisses. "Whoa, I have morning breath," I break away. "Like I care," he forces his way back to my mouth. We make out a little, and I start tickling him because I'm not done talking about it. "Ok, here's what we're going to do. First of all, it's gotta happen here when your mom isn't home. I'm thinking maybe Monday after school. There's no way she'll be gone for a while tomorrow, is there?" "I doubt it." he says. "Hey, she's going to our game today. Maybe we miss the bus?" "It's NOT happening today!" We laugh. "We need to get some supplies at the drug store, anyway." "You mean condoms?" he looks horrified. "Yeah, I know how you get around," I chuckle. "No, I need to get some of those ass-cleaning-out things...." I can't make myself say the word 'enema'. "and as embarrassing as that will be, I want to get some real lube, too. Maybe they sell an anal sex party pack." "Lube? Just sec." he goes under his bed, brings out a plastic shopping bag and hands it to me. "You have LUBE?" "Yeah, I went out and bought some after you dropped me off on Thursday." "You bought FIVE tubes? You little buttfucker!" I tackle him this time. For the first time, I think this whole buttsex thing is really going to work out. We roll around on his bed for a while. He pins me down and kisses me, then I do the same. On one of his turns, he stops. He's sitting on my crotch and his arms are extended straight down holding my wrists. He wriggles his balls agaist my crotch, as my boner is quite apparent. "Ok, it's 7:45. We need to be at the school a little before 9... so we need to leave here around 8:35," he says and I start to smile up at him. "We still have to shower and get suited up. That gives us about 20 minutes." "Where's your mom?" "I think she's in her bathroom getting ready." "Should we turn on some music?" I wiggle free of his grasp and start rubbing his arms. "Yeah let me turn on the radio," he jumps up and switches on his clock radio. It's on a commercial. "That'll have to do." "I think we should do our little competition again since we don't have much time." "What should we play for this time?" He lays down in position next to me and rubs my crotch.. "How bout the winner gets to have cum in his mouth when he starts to nut?" "That's a damn good prize," he smiles. We both start to reach inside each other's shorts and bring out our boners. "Mmmmmm. Morning cutie," Luke says and plants a kiss right on my dickhole. This makes my tip throb, and the wave of pleasure goes through my whole body. Luke chuckles as he sees the effect. "Quit cheatin'!" "There's no rule against saying good morning," he sticks out his tongue and brings it to a point. He very slowly moves his head closer to my dick as if I wouldn't notice. He keeps the same innocent expression on his face as he inches closer. His tongue makes contact with my shaft and he moves up to flutter it around my sensitive area. He's still looking up at me like he's totally within the rules. I scoot my hips away from him as I laugh. "I'll have to keep an eye on you. Remember, if you get disqualified from any particular 69 competition, it could adversely affect any previously earned prizes." "I'll be good!" he closes his lips tightly and folds his hands together. "That's better!" I say, "Ok, are today's participants ready?" "Yes, sir!" I turn and look at his dick, "Are you ready?" Luke makes his dick pulsate and it seems to wave at me. We both giggle. "All right then! On your mark!" I quickly dive down on his dick with no warning. I get an even larger head start when I see Luke's head jerking back with the surprise pleasure rush. "You little fucker!" He laughs and then goes to town on me. Even though the stakes are lower than last time, we're both really trying to win. Our fists have a stranglehold around each other's shaft. We give hard pumps, trying to coax the cum up from our balls, while our tongues and mouths handle the pleasuring work. Both of our heads are bobbing up and down as fast as teenage boys at 7:45am on a Saturday could possibly bob. We're both moaning as if we're savoring some decadent, rich dessert. I'm working my tongue as firm as I can up and down from his pleasure button to his dickhole. The growing pleasure from my own downstairs makes it hard to concentrate on every aspect, but I try my best. Suddenly I start to taste the fresh cream pulse into my mouth. I quickly move up to concentrate on his dickhole as I lap it up and slurp it down. I can't believe how great it tastes right now. It seems extra sweet or creamy or something. As I continue to savor it, I fantasize about drinking it by the glass-full. I wonder why it's so amazing this time. I look down at Luke and realize that I'm in the middle of my orgasm, as well. Maybe I was enjoying the prize that I had come up with. Wow, he looks like he's in heaven, too. I smile down at him as I continue to lick and slurp. As I finally feel satisfied that there's nothing left, I look back up at Luke. "Fuck, YES! Now that's fuckin' breakfast in bed!" He chuckles and holds his finger up as if to say 'one more minute'. There must still be some good stuff down there, as he continues to lick up and down my dick and around my pubes. I collapse on my back as he finishes up. "Yeah, man." he tries to catch his breath. "Didn't I mention that a milky cumshot was part of your balanced breakfast?" "Should I just assume that for the future?" "Definitely." "Ok, that took all of..." I glance at the clock. "Two minutes. So we can do that nine more times, then we've GOT to start getting ready." We both laugh. He collapses back on the bed with his head near my feet. "Trust me, I would if I could. Dude, could you imagine... just fuckin' eatin' load after load like that?" "Yeah, we'd never be heard from again." "Totally." He gives my foot a sweet kiss. "Do you want to shower first or should I?" "You go. I'll finish my breakfast." "Oh yeah, do you want me to pop it in the microwave?" "Nah, it's fine." "Ok, I'll be out in a minute." he takes his breakfast into the bathroom. As I finish up on breakfast, I remember what Denise had said the other day. She said she found a magazine in his room when she was cleaning. I really want to see what he's been jerking off to. I wonder how he got a porn mag. I check to see if Denise is in the kitchen. I don't see her and I hear the shower water running in Luke's bathroom. I try under his mattress first, and I see something shoved far under there. I bring it out and can't believe my eyes. It's not porn at all. It's a Big Time Rush fan mag! It's so sweet and innocent that it makes me choke up a a little. I feel so guilty for ever looking at porn on my computer. This is exactly what teenage gay dudes should be spanking it to. It's probably what they did before the Internet was around. I start flipping through the magazine, looking at all the pin-ups and wondering which ones gave Luke that special feeling. I hear the shower water stop, and I quickly shove it into my clothes bag. I'm going to work up something for him later. I hope he doesn't notice that it's missing I finish my eggs and toast and jump into the shower. It's not much fun without Luke, but we'd surely miss the game if we had gotten in together. I wash up, quickly dry off and brush my teeth. I wrap a towel around me and run back to Luke's room. He's already in his full uniform. "You gonna get that nice and sweaty for me today?" I say, sizing him up. "Not so much. I just get to stand around all day." Luke often plays outfield on the days he doesn't pitch. It's not uncommon for him to go a whole game without a single ball hit to him out there. "Well, do your best. Just think of me and maybe you'll sweat a little." "Or precum," he comes over to me and gives me a little kiss. "Whoa dude, I'm only wearing a towel. You might wake him up." I point down to my crotch. Luke sits down to watch some TV while I put on my uniform. I start to get turned on as I put on my socks and pants. I wonder what will be happening when I take these off. Maybe we can do the foot rub thing after the game today. I finally get myself under control, and we head out. As we drive to school, I try to keep Luke from molesting me. Hopefully the accident that he will cause someday wont be too serious. We get to school just in time as other guys are getting on the bus. Coach gives us a pep talk and we get up from the front of the bus and move to our usual seats, in the very back. The bus starts up and we're off. Kevin, the catcher is sitting on the other side of the bus from us, also in the back row. He's listening to his Ipod and trying to read a textbook, so I doubt he'll want to talk to us. I start scrolling through the music on my Ipod, wishing I had some Big Time Rush to listen to. I think I'm going to have to do a lip sync performance for him. I need to learn one of their songs and the dance that goes along with it. I think it might really get him goin'. I look over at him to see that he's been smiling at me. "What?" I mouth at him. He gets out his cell phone and starts feverishly pressing buttons. He hands it over to me, and he's typed: "I luv u so much". That gets my heart to racing and puts a little lump in my throat. I give him a quick smile, then I start changing the message. I capatilize the "U", put an exclamation mark at the end and pass it back to him. He winks at me and then starts typing back. He hands it back to me: "I luv ur dingaling" I snicker and look over to see if Kevin has noticed us. He's totally oblivious. I know we're going to be doing this back-and-forth for the rest of the ride. I feel I have a huge smile as I start typing back. "I luv ur hot abs" "I luv ur big brown eyes" "I luv ur buckets of precum" "I luv ur tight little baseball pants" "I luv ur sweaty socks n feet" He looks over at me with his devious smile. I see him start to untie one of his cleats and slip his foot out. He starts running his toes up my shin. Somehow, I manage to convey a look that says, "No, no, no!" and "Yes, yes, yes!" at the same time. He chuckles and puts his shoe back on and ties it up. I look over at Kevin, still staring at his textbook. My dick is as hard as ever by now, but I'm so into this little game. He starts typing again. "I luv the back of ur neck" "I luv ur guns" He flexes his biceps for me. "I luv whisperin shit in ur ear that drives u fuckin crazy" That one gives me chills. "I luv showerin with u" "I luv ur face when ur eatin my cum" "I luv eatin ur cum" "Duh" We both start cracking up. Kevin looks up at us, but goes right back to his book. Luke starts typing again. "I luv holdin u on the couch" "I luv fallin asleep in ur arms" "I luv that ur mine" I bite my lip so that I can try to think of something to rival that without blubbering. Ooh, I know. "I luv ur kiss" I can tell that one really got to Luke. He shuts his eyes, leans his head back and takes a deep breath. After he exhales, he opens his eyes to look at me, and they're a little misty. I can feel mine doing the same. He puts his phone down and looks over at Kevin. No problem there. He takes his warm-up jacket out of his bag and puts it on his lap, hopefully to hide something. Suddenly he grabs my hand with his and we interlock our fingers tightly. I shut my eyes and just enjoy the feeling. This is so awesome. I'm sure that I'll always think back at this as one of our all-time moments. Way too soon, we arrive at Mesa High School. I start to transform myself from Garrett the Luke-addict into Garrett the short stop. The guys start leaving the bus, row by row. When it comes close to our time to leave, I start to stand up, but Luke quickly pushes me back down. Kevin gets up, yawns and heads out without looking over at us. Luke extends his arm out over my lap, still keeping me from leaving. My heart is racing. When Kevin finally steps down out of the bus, Luke pushes me down on the seat and we share a quick, but very passionate kiss.... and just when I had almost become Garrett the short stop. Luke stands up and tries to act normal. "Shit, G. The things you do to me." He shakes his head. We finally head out and join the team. The day has been so amazing. I feel like I've been living a dream. Not only do I have Luke, but he's so much more incredible than I ever knew. He's so considerate, thoughtful, funny, sweet, passionate and totally unafraid to show his love. I wonder how many kids my age, gay or straight, experience this level of perfection in a relationship... probably none. I go into the game expecting the same level of perfection, but in baseball terms. However, the game couldn't have gone worse. Although, I had an amaizing day (2-for-3 with a single, a double and a walk, and the one out I did make was a hard line drive right at the left fielder), Luke's day was totally awful. He was 0-for-4 with three strikeouts and a pop-up. I felt like the baseball was as big as a beach ball, but Luke looked totally uncomfortable all day. The worst part was that he made an error in the outfield. On a single that was hit to him, he overthrew the cut-off man and allowed an extra run to score. We're now trailing 5-4 in the 9th inning, and Kyle, our first baseman is our last hope. Strike three. Game over. I had started avoiding Luke in the middle of the game after I had a couple of hits and he had made a couple of outs. He's sitting on the end of the bench by himself. His face is red and he looks totally furious. I want to do something to comfort him. I sure as hell don't want to ride all the way back to school in awkward silence. I gingerly approach him. "Hey man-" I start, but he quickly interrupts me. "DON'T, Garrett. Just DON'T. I KNEW this was going to fucking happen. I knew it! I'm gonna ride home with my mom." He gets up and leaves without another word. I get on the bus and get a free seat by a window. That way I can look out the window the whole way back and no one can see my tears.