Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2011 04:55:02 EDT
From: Mark837042@aol.com
Subject: Backdoor Slider - Ch 7

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to anyone dead or alive is totally coincidental.  This is a love story
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Backdoor Slider - A Love Story.

Chapter 7

It's 6th period, American History.  The school day is almost over.  I've
been in a fog all day.  I haven't been able to concentrate on anything in
any class.  I guess I have a Luke hangover.  I just keep reliving the
different scenes in my mind from yesterday: the couch, the floor, the
shower, the bed.  I hope this doesn't last because I'm going to fail all of
my classes if I go through this every day.

Luke has been texting me all day, too.  I check them in between classes, as
I find out that he's horny or he has a boner.  He even took a picture of
his dick and messaged it to me.  I finally had to tell him to stop because
one of us might have our phones confiscated and someone might read what
we've been texting to each other.  I did save the picture, though.

I've been listening to my iPod between classes as I don't want to talk to
anybody.  I don't think I could concentrate on what they're saying.  The
music isn't helping matters, though.  It seems like every song I hear was
written about Luke and me.  How corny... but hey, I'm in love.

I have no classes with Luke.  I take mostly college prep courses and he
doesn't.  We don't even have gym or lunch together this year.  I guess it's
been good for me because it's forced me to hang out with other people.
I'll need these acquaintances now so that I don't follow Luke like a little
puppy.  Sometimes I eat lunch with people from my classes and sometimes
from guys on the team.  I'm pretty popular today.  The Band-Aid on my cheek
is a reminder to everyone about the catch that I made.  It seems like
months ago that I made that catch.  It seems like months ago that I saw
Luke... but today is Thursday!

Thursday is one of our workout days.  We always workout after school on
Thursdays unless we have a game.  We never use the school's equipment.  It
sucks.  Luke and I always work out at the local 24 Hour Fitness, along with
much of the baseball team.  Lots of other guys have started an exercise
regimen similar to Luke's and mine when they started to see our results.
It's going to be hard to be around him in front of other people.  We'll
exchange knowing glances and smiles all afternoon.  I can't wait.  I miss
him so much.

I look up at the clock.  I'm almost positive the minute hand has moved
backwards two minutes since the last time I checked.  There are so many
things I want to talk to Luke about.  We didn't really get to talk much
yesterday... our mouths were usually occupied.  Maybe we can talk during
our workout if we're careful.  Most people are listening to their music or
concentrating on their own workouts at the gym.  Shit, I'd better really
try to pay attention.  Mr. Norris is starting to randomly call on people
when he thinks the class is zoning out.

Finally, the bell rings.  I run to my locker without trying to look too
eager.  I get my books and make a bee-line for the parking lot.  I see Luke
leaning up against my car; what a sight for sore eyes.  He's wearing his
backwards Cubs cap, Raybans, a gray graphic tee, torn jeans and blue low
Converse All-stars.  I guess you look hot in anything when you have a
perfect body, but Holy Crap!

"G, this has been the longest day in history," he says as we jump in the
car.

"No shit," I turn the ignition and peel out of my parking spot.

"I've been thinking about you all day," he gives me his sexy smile.

"Oh really?  I've been thinking all day about the Civil War, similar
triangles and mitosis." I look over at him and he frowns.  "Oh yeah, and
your dick."

"He's been missing you," he looks down at his lap.

"Is that right, little buddy?" I reach over and rub his crotch.  "Well, I
missed you too."  Luke is looking around nervously.  "I don't think anyone
can see us, babe," I say, giving him another rub.

"I think you're right," he says as he quickly leans over and gives me a
kiss.

"Dude, you're gonna make me wreck," I try to sound indignant, but the huge
smile on my face might cancel out my tone.

"So, do you want to fool around a little before we work out?" he sounds
hopeful.

"I dunno, we'd have to drive to your place, then all the way back across
town to 24 Hour Fitness.  We wouldn't be able to work out long because I
have to be home for dinner tonight."

He groans, "Can't you just move in with me?"

"I wish," I know he's joking, but just hearing him say that gives me
chills.  "Maybe we can use the pent up frustration to our advantage in our
workout."

"Good idea.  I think I have plenty."

We finish the 10-minute drive to the gym, stealing quick kisses and rubbing
each other's thighs and crotches all the way.  I quickly learn how to drive
with constant distractions.  We pull into the parking lot of the gym.

"Dude, I don't think I can do this."  Luke looks at me.  He's breathing
hard.  "I always tried to jerk off before we went to the gym so I wouldn't
get a boner.  If I try to go in there right now and have to be around you,
I'll leak precum all over the equipment."  We laugh.  Actually, I'd
probably have the same problem.

"Let me drive around the back of the building and see if we can have some
privacy."

"I like the way you think, G."

We drive around back and see several cars parked behind the building.  "I
think this is an employee exit.  There might be too much traffic."

"Try over there!" He points to the strip mall across the street.  His bicep
is right in front of my face, so I give it a little kiss.  "There's gotta
be nothing behind that building."

I drive over there and it's perfect.  There's a parking lot, but it's
totally empty.  There is one dumpster, but I park far enough away from it
so that no one could us if they just take out their trash.

"You realize, that if we do this, we're going to have to eat the evidence,"
I say with one eyebrow raised.

"I think I can handle that," Luke whispers as he pulls my face in and we
lock lips.  I have sure missed this.  I push his cap off and toss it to the
back seat so I can run my fingers through his hair.  He tastes so amazing.
He starts undoing my shorts with one hand, so I work on his jeans.  He
makes quick work of my button and waistband, and quickly has my throbbing
cock in his hand.  We continue to make out as he gives me very gentle
strokes.

He suddenly breaks away and dives his head down towards my lap.  "Oh man,"
he manages to whisper before wrapping his mouth around my dick.  The first
wave of pleasure comes over me, and my eyes roll back in my head.  I
quickly open them and try to look around to see if anyone has entered the
parking lot.  I see nothing, but it's not like I could stop him even if
there were a hundred people crowded around the car.  I lightly run my
fingers up and down his back with my right hand as I continue to stroke his
hair with my left.  He's holding nothing back.  He's working me hard with
all of his skill.  He wants me to cum as quickly as possible.  The
sensation builds up quickly as his warm mouth engulfs me.

"I'm gonna... cum... Luke." I manage to get the words out somehow.

"Mmmmmhmmm," he doesn't hesitate as he awaits my load and speeds up his
sucking motion.  My body tenses up and I make a high-pitched moan, not
caring about the volume.  I feel myself start to release in his mouth and I
thrust my hips up.  I grab onto the headrest behind my head, as I don't
know what else to do with my hands.  I can feel Luke sucking it up as he
starts to moan through my orgasm.  I think he might be enjoying this, a
little.  I finally collapse back into my seat and start rubbing his back
again.  He's still at it, trying to get every last drop.

"That was great, babe," I say, trying to catch my breath.

"Goddamn, G," he finally comes up from my lap and reclines his seat back.
"That was so hot, I'm about to cum, too."

I glance around once more to see if anyone is coming.  "I told you it was
better straight from the source."

"Yeah," he says trying to free his dick from his jeans.  I had forgotten to
get it the rest of the way out.  He starts to jerk off, but I quickly stop
him.

"Hey, that's my job," I say as I grab him tightly.

"Hurry, dude," he whispers.

No teasing this time...  I know what he wants, and I'm going to give it to
him.  I start by forcefully rubbing my lips down his shaft a couple of
times, then take him into my mouth.  I force my tongue over his pressure
point repeatedly.  Quickly, he arches his back and starts to spasm.  He
really was ready to pop.  I'm not prepared for the amount of cum that's
jetting through my mouth, and some of it squirts out the side.  I start to
focus on swallowing as much as I can while still pleasuring him.  He's
totally flopping around the front seat and isn't trying to stifle his
screams, either.  I continue to devour all he has for me as his movements
finally start to calm down a little.  "Ohhhh G," he finally stops moving
and I finally stop swallowing.

"That was delicious," I say as I smile up at him.  I then notice that quite
a bit escaped from those first couple of spurts, and it has gotten on his
jeans.  "Sorry about that, man," I say as I start to lick up what I can.

"That's ok, my t-shirt should cover it."

"So we're supposed to work out now?"  We look at each other and laugh.

"Maybe we can skip the cardio," Luke says, still panting with exhaustion.

"Let's just do what we can.  Maybe we'll get a second wind."

After a last kiss, I turn on the ignition and the air conditioning hits us
in the face.  We both moan as we didn't realize how hot we were.  I drive
back across the street and park in front of the 24-hour fitness.

"Let's take a quick shower first.  I bet we reek of sex," Luke says as we
get our bags out of the trunk.  I agree and we go in the front door.

A few guys on the team are already there and they cheer as we walk in.
Several of them haven't seen Luke since the end of the game yesterday.
They motion for him to come over and talk, but we just wave and hurry
towards the locker room.  I hope no one gets suspicious.  We hurriedly get
out of our school clothes, tightly zip the sex smell into our gym bags and
jump into the shower.  A wave of relief washes over me as I know we're in
the clear.  I clean myself thoroughly, dry myself off and start to get in
my workout clothes.  I see Luke getting out of the shower, and I realize
I'd better not look at him since there are a couple of other guys in the
locker room.  I don't want to get another boner after all we just went
through.

I wait for Luke to get dressed and we emerge from the locker room ready to
meet our adoring fans.  We go through a play-by-play of the game with them.
We give each other devilish smiles as it becomes quickly clear that they
have no idea what we've been up to.  We eventually break away to start our
workout.

"Put your earphones in your ears, but don't turn on your music so we can
talk," I say as we get on the treadmill to warm up.  He obeys.  "So, what
are we?" I whisper over the drone of the treadmill.

"What do you mean?"

"Are we a couple?"

"Umm, you're my man, my boyfriend, my lover, my guy, my G, and I love you
very much," he whispers.  "Is that what you were wondering?"

"I guess I just wanted to hear you say it," I try not to smile but it's
impossible.  I figure I should wait a couple more minutes before I ask him
any more questions.

We finish our warm-up and move over to the machines to start our circuit.
We're far enough away from anyone else, so I continue.

"You know, you've said some pretty nasty things about gay people," I say
with halting words.

He looks at me as if to say, 'So?'.  Eventually he thinks he knows what I'm
after.  "Sorry, dude."

"No, it's not that.  I was just wondering if you were just trying to keep
me from thinking you were gay or you really meant what you said."

"Well, I do feel that way sometimes."  A couple of women walk by and we go
back to the chest press.

"What do you mean?" I say as they start to leave.

"Well, it's hard for me to identify myself with gay people from what I see
on TV, like on that awful gay channel.  I see the people on those shows and
I'm like, no wonder people vote 'Yes' on Prop 8 in California.  Gay people
can be fucking annoying!"

"Yeah, I know what you mean, but it's not like we can separate ourselves at
this point.  We're at a crucial period.  The generation that grew up
thinking homosexuality was a mental illness is starting to die off, and I
really believe our generation isn't going to buy into all the religious
bullshit.  I think we really have a shot at being open and accepted for
most of our lives."

"I thought you were a good little church boy!" Luke whispers with fake
surprise.

"It's all part of my master plan," I say, rubbing my hands together in an
evil fashion.  "I found out that if I do things that my parents like, get
more freedom.  So I go to church every Sunday and get good grades.  That
way, they let me do what I want, which is spending time with you."

"I owe you a kiss for that one," he smiles as we switch machines.  "I'm
glad I don't have to go to church.  It would make me fucking flip out."

"I can tune it all out.  It took lots of practice, but I just think of you
and I can block it all out."

"Nice."

"Ok, new subject: celebrity crushes.  Go." I look at him and he smiles and
blushes a little.  I can't wait to hear what he's going to say.

"I dunno, you go first," he giggles nervously.

"I guess we should start with Team Edward or Team Jacob."

"Ugh, neither.  Tell me if they ever start to make out with each other.
Otherwise, I'll pass."

"Ok fine.  I'm with Team Edward.  I find that Taylor Lautner's bad acting
seems to overshadow his abs."

We chuckle.

"How bout the Biebs?" I ask.

"Ummm, talk to me in a couple of years," he replies after thinking about it
for a bit.

"Jonas brothers?"

"Talk to me a couple of years ago."

"Big Time Rush?"

"Yeah, I'd do 'em," he says a little too quickly.  I raise my eyebrow.  "I
mean, only if you were involved somehow."  We chuckle again.

"Who else?" I ask.

"Umm...  I know! Matt Sarazen from Friday Night Lights!" he whispers
loudly.

"Good choice!  I had forgotten about him."

"His new show sucks, though."

"How about baseball players?"

"Hmmm," he thinks.

"Longoria?"

He gives me the so-so sign.

"Mauer?"

He shakes his head.

"A-rod?"

He pretends to throw up in his mouth.

"Whew," I smile as I wipe my brow.

"Do you know Peter Bourjos on the Angels?" he asks.

"I think I've heard the name.  You like him?  I was wondering why you were
watching the Angels last year when they sucked."

"Yeah, he was a rookie outfielder last year.  I kinda started crushing on
him because he reminds me of you."

"Ooh, I'll have to google him when I get home," I say.

"Ok, but keep your dick in your pants when you do."  We chuckle again and
notice a couple of people have been staring at us.

"We'd better shut up and get out of here," I say and he nods in agreement.

After a few minutes, we finish our workout.  We go get our bags and leave
in our sweaty workout gear.  I have just enough time to take Luke back to
his place and get to my house before dinner.  I smack his hands away on the
drive as he tries to rub my legs and crotch.  I don't want to have a big
boner at the family dinner table.  I finally pull up to his apartment
complex.  I want to give him a good-bye kiss, but there are lots of people
around.  I can tell he wants the same thing.  I look around for a private
place, which gives me an idea.

"Have you seen Brokeback Mountain?" I ask.

"Of course."

"Ok, let's reenact the scene where Jack first comes to visit Enis at his
house on the stairs over there.  No one will be able to see us."

He laughs, "I love it!"

We both jump out of the car and race over to the stairs.  I beat him, so as
he comes up behind me, he grabs me and throws me up against the wall and
kisses me violently.  I push him back and throw him up against the same
wall.  We both laugh through the entire kiss.

I finally push him away, "I gotta go, man."

He sighs with disappointment.  "Call me tonight after you finish dinner."

"You got it."  One more peck and I leave him for the day.

I drive home in total bliss.  I don't even feel exhausted from the sex or
the workout.  I just feel perfect.  I sing along to the music on the radio,
as every song is still about Luke and me.  Amazing how they all know
exactly what we're feeling.  I turn onto my street and a shiver of fear
replaces the bliss.  I see Luke's mom's car parked out in front of my
house.