Date: Thu, 3 Mar 2011 22:20:53 EST
From: Mark837042@aol.com
Subject: Backdoor Slider - A Love Story - Ch 2

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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.
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Backdoor Slider - A Love Story.

Chapter 2

I am on my way to Luke's with my heart in my throat.  I haven't been able
to catch my breath since he said that he'd "have to think of a way to repay
me for saving his perfect game."  It can't be what I was hoping and longing
for.  He must have meant something else.  He's going to make me dinner,
grilled chicken and brown rice like we'd been eating all the time since our
workout regimen began.  Hooray.  Maybe he would do something stupid like
give me a baseball with his autograph on it.  "To Garrett.  Best
wishes. Luke Olson".  I wouldn't put it past him.  He thinks he's so
funny... and he is, dammit.

Oh man, we're going to be all alone.  Of course, this is Wednesday, the
night his mom volunteers at the shelter.  She'll be home in time for Idol,
but we'll have the rest of the afternoon and evening to ourselves.  Luke
lives with his mom.  His parents are divorced and estranged.  He doesn't
have much contact with his dad.  It never really seems to bother him much,
though.

I have to pull it together.  It's just Luke.  I'm hitting every green
light, of course.  I'll be to his apartment in no time.  I need to clear my
head.... and no staring at him and fantasizing tonight.

I pull into his apartment complex.  Damn, I need more time.  No, I just
need to go get it over with.  As soon as I see what he's planned to do,
everything will be fine and we can just hang out like usual.  Still, I have
a lump in my throat and my mouth is all dry.  Ok, here I go.

I knock on Luke's door and he answers in a few seconds.  He's wearing his
old Chicago Cubs t-shirt, gray sweat shorts and black no-show socks.  He
knows I love that Cubs t-shirt.  He looks amazing, as usual.

"Hey man," he mutters.  He leans in to give me an awkward hug and I panic.
We don't usually hug.  I can't even remember the last time.  Eventually I
am able to pat him nervously on the shoulder a couple of times.

I try to get out a "Hey," but all that escapes my dry mouth is a grunt.
This is going so well.

"Your face ok?" He asks, looking at my bandage.

"Ya, it's just a scrape.  I put some Neosporin on it, and it'll be fine in
a few days.  It doesn't hurt or anything." My ability to speak has
amazingly returned.

"That's cool.  Do you want something to drink?" he says as he turns from
the door.

"Yeah, I'll take a bottle of water.  My mouth is kinda dry."

We both sit down in his living room, drink our water and watch TV.  Some
stupid courtroom show with a loud judge is on.  I don't feel like I can
bring anything up, so I wait for him to talk.  He isn't saying anything.
I'll just keep drinking my water.  Commercial time.

"That was pretty amazing out there today, huh?" he says.  He sounds
nervous, which makes me tense up even more.

"I'm not surprised.  I knew it would happen sooner or later.  You just
needed to put it all together in one game."  I was amazed how nonchalant I
sound.

"Well, I couldn't have done it without you," he says even quieter.

"Clearly." We both chuckle.  That breaks the tension a little.

"So are you ready for your present?" he said a little more confidently.

"Sure.  Lay it on me." I tried to sound as uninterested as possible.

"I'm going to give you a back rub.  Get down on the floor."  Oh shit.  I
couldn't handle this at all.  But maybe....

"No, no.  I'm fine.  You don't have to do that.  I feel fine," I stammer.

"I'm not taking no for an answer," he really does sound serious.  "Down on
the floor."

I feel myself starting to blush.  The only way to hide it is to get down on
the floor and lay on my stomach.  I can get through this.  How do I avoid
getting a boner?  Maybe my nervousness will help.  Hell, I'm 16.  It's not
like I can control it, especially around Luke.  What is it that they say?
Think of baseball.  No, that's certainly not going to help in this
department.  Maybe I should think of girl's softball.  That might do the
trick.  I hear him squirt some kind of lotion into his hands.  He climbs on
top of me and sits on the back of my thighs.

The second his hands touch my back, I know I'm in big trouble.  The problem
won't be avoiding a boner.  It's to keep from cumming on the carpet.  His
hands are so warm and creamy as they move around on my back.  His movements
are so slow and methodical, rubbing each of my muscle groups.  He slips his
hands down over my ribs and a jolt ran through my whole body.  I'm very
ticklish.

"Quit!  That tickles!" I manage to gasp.

"Sorry man," he laughs.  I can tell he's breathing hard, too.

He keeps going up to my shoulders and then all the way down to the top of
my crack.  My dick is so hard, I could probably do a push-up without using
my arms.  I try my best to stifle my moans by biting my lip and holding my
breath, but every once in a while, one escapes in a grunt.  I don't know
when he's going to quit, but I don't think I can last much longer.  I try
to think of an excuse to get up.  But now, I can hear him grunting and
sighing, too.  He lightly moves his hands back over my ribs, and another
jolt shoots through my body.

"Uhh... Luke?" I manage to force out the words.  He doesn't stop.  From my
ribs, he slides his hands under my chest and starts rubbing my pecs.  The
sensation causes me to arch my back.  I can feel my dick throbbing.  I
collapse back to the floor.  Is this really happening?  His hands start to
move down from my chest towards my stomach.  Suddenly I feel his chest
pressed up against my back and his chin on my left shoulder.  Finally, he
lowers the rest of his body on top of me, nuzzles my earlobe with his nose
and exhales right into my ear.  Holy shit! .

"Mmmmmm," he moans right in my ear as he settles in on top of me.  His
hands keep going lower, but the shock of his body on top of me makes me
forget that his hands are almost at my dick.  Then I feel his hard-on
poking me in the small of my back.  This shocks me out of my paralysis and
I'm able to call out finally.

"Shit, Luke!"  I shout and then choke on the words.  He jumps off of me and
lifts himself up to sit up on the couch.  I look over at him, and I can see
that he has a huge hard-on with a big precum spot right at the knob of his
dick.  I look up at his face to see him smiling at me, then he looks down
at my crotch without changing expression.  I then realize that my dick has
popped out of the waistband of my nylon gym shorts.  I shake my head.  I
don't know what to say.

"You asshole!" is what I hear myself say as I quickly move towards him.  He
keeps grinning at me and stares right into my eyes.  I don't remember how I
got on the couch, but suddenly I was sitting on his lap, face to face, our
lips just inches apart.  He never broke his gaze and never broke that sexy
smile.  I feel like I had left my body.  This can't be happening.  I put
both of my hands around his face and begin caressing his cheek with my
thumb and then running my fingers through his hair.  His hands are rubbing
my sides, and back, then down to squeeze my ass.  I can't stop doing what
I'm doing.  I'm in disbelief and I feel like I need to keep touching his
face and hair to convince myself that it was real.  Finally, he moves his
hands up to the back of my neck and starts pulling me in.

"C'mon, man," he whispers as he brings my lips the final few inches to his
open mouth.  As our lips meet, his warm tongue enters my mouth and my body
begins to quake.  I moan as I press my mouth as far into his as it would
go.  I wrap my arms around his body as tight as I can, and he quickly does
the same.  I can't help that my tongue is probably lapping at his mouth
like a dog dying of thirst.  I never want to break this lip lock.  I don't
know how I could ever match this feeling of perfection.  I was in such deep
concentration on the kiss that I didn't realize that I have been undulating
my crotch and humping him as we made out.  With all that built up in me
from the massage, I know I'm about to pop.  There is no turning back now.
I just let myself go and keep my mouth planted on his.  It becomes harder
and harder to maintain the kiss as I come closer to eruption.  I finally
jerk my head back and scream out with the first pump of spunk that came
out.  Luke switches to kissing my neck as more and more spurts shoot out of
me.  I never knew that the difference between a real sexual release and
merely rubbing one out could be so huge.

After what seems like a dozen squirts, I slowly release my embrace and roll
off of him and onto the couch beside him.  I try to take deep breaths to
refill my lungs with air.  I realize I'm staring at the ceiling so I
quickly look over at Luke to see what he's doing.  He's looking down at his
Cubs t-shirt, which is totally drenched with my cum.  Oh god, I must not
have put my dick back in my shorts before I climbed on top of him.

"Wow!  Get turned on much?" He laughs as he realizes that I see my
handiwork.

"I guess that's why people do it naked." I say between deep breaths.

>From the time that our lips first met to the end of my orgasm was about
one minute, although it felt like much longer.  I'll be able to stretch it
out in my mind as I relive each millisecond.

We were both silent for a while.  Neither of us knew what to say, but we
both keep trying to catch our breath.  Finally, I couldn't stand it
anymore.

"So, what the fuck?"  I gasped.  It came out a little more angrily than I
had intended.

"What?" he sounded kind of worried.

"What does this mean?"

"Uhh, I think it means we finally broke through the bullshit," he gave me
the same smile as earlier.

"So you're actually gay?  This isn't some one-time 'thanks for making the
catch' thing?"

"Ya, I like dudes.  I mean, I like you.  And I hope it's not just a
one-time thing."

"Oh my God, I had no idea.  I always thought there was no chance you were
gay."

"Duh, did you ever see me out fucking girls?  I was always with you,
dummy."

"I just thought you didn't want the distraction from your training
schedule."

He just laughs.

"So how long have you known.... about me?" I ask.

"Pretty soon after we seriously started working out."

"Jesus, that's about when I figured it out for myself!  Why did you wait so
long?  And why didn't you just TELL ME instead of torturing me with this
back rub bullshit?"

"I kinda like to see you squirm.  It turns me on," he laughed.  "But
seriously, I was, you know, scared.  I loved our friendship, and having you
as my workout partner was really helping.  Our results were really showing
and my pitching was only getting better.  I was afraid that by doing this,
everything would change, or that I might lose you as a buddy."

I try to process the information.  None of it has ever occurred to me as a
possibility.  "So why now?" I ask after a long pause.

"It was the way you looked at me after you made that catch today.  You
looked at me with such... you know, love.  I could see that I was really
missing out on something great by keeping things as they were.  Plus, I
knew you'd never make a move, you doof."

"Wow," was all I could say.  I leaned in for another kiss, but much more
soft and gentle this time.  Again, I couldn't keep from working my fingers
through his hair and around the back of his neck.  I pulled back and went
for my water bottle.

"Hey, aren't you forgetting something?" he says.

"What?"

"I'll give you a hint.  It has something to do with your cum being all over
me and mine being nowhere to be found."  I look down at his Cubs shirt
again.  Wow, it is amazing that all of that came out of me.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry!  Some first time.  I kiss you for 30 seconds, cum
all over you and roll off without a second thought."

"Hahaha.  No worries my man.  Don't think of this as THE first time.  We're
going to have a lot of first times doing a lot of really fun stuff.  We'll
just think back on this as the first time you jizzed all over my t-shirt."
We both laugh.  He couldn't have said anything that would have made me feel
better than that.

"Ok, well, I have an idea."  I say.  "Let's go put on our baseball unis."

His sexy smile returns.