Date: Sat, 3 Jul 2004 22:43:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: ladQVX
Subject: My Boy Matt part 2 (Beginnings)

This story is a partial work of fiction. Although some
of these events may have happened. The names of the
people involved have been changed to protect their
identity. This story contains erotic encounters
between consenting males approximately 2 to 6 years
apart in age. If this type of material offends you, or
if you are under the legal age to view it, please do
not read further.

Matt and I left his house that sunny Friday afternoon
with a weekend of fun ahead of us. We liked the same
music, the same movies and had a lot of the same
friends. His family was cool with the idea that he was
spending time with someone older than him. They knew
that he would be in the company of someone who was
going to watch out for him and make sure he would stay
out of trouble. Matt treated me like a big brother or
an uncle that he looked up to. We had a friendship
bond that was very strong, even before we decided to
take the next step.

The first few minutes in my truck were kind of quiet.
With our first "experimentation" still fresh in our
minds, we each had a lot to say to the other. Neither
of us had actually been completely satisfied by the
events of this first encounter. I think each of us
knew that we wanted a whole lot more than we were able
to do that first time. We rode quietly as I mentioned,
and after what we both seemed to consider to be the
proper amount of time to wait, we both addressed the
issue with what outsiders may have deemed as prepared
statements. He went on the record as saying that he
wasn't gay, but just really horny and since he liked
"getting off" like the next guy, he didn't care how it
happened. So, if we were both cool with the whole
idea, then we should go further. I seconded his motion
and as was true to form for me, I spent the remainder
of the trip supporting his decision and that two
people didn't necessary have to be gay in order to
enjoy having sex with them. This was something that I
often did when I was nervous. I only stopped talking
when I realized he was as comfortable with this idea
as I was. Since we didn't have any solid weekend
plans, and because we were both eager to do to each
other what we had longed to do for so long, we chose
to wipe our social calender and go directly to my
apartment and get our phreak on!

Once we closed and locked my door, we went to the
fridge and cracked open a couple of cold ones in an
effort to make this journey a little easier. In any
first time sexual encounter, there is often a little
nervousness that takes over, but after a couple
bottles of liquid courage, we were ready for the
event.

We made our way to my bedroom both flying the flag at
full mast. It was obvious that we had both wanted this
to happen a long time ago and now we were about to
make it all happen. We hadn't yet learned the right
buttons to push, so those first few minutes were a
little awkward. But, before long, we found our groove
and proceeded with fervor. We quickly learned that we
shared an appreciation for oral sex. I think we did a
pretty good job surprising each other with our
talents. I could chalk my expertise to experience, but
Matt was a natural. He admittedly had only ever done
this twice before, but the skills he brought to the
table were those of a seasoned veteran. I joked with
him about being a whore, but he insisted that he
wasn't. I asked him about his talents and he explained
that he did to his partner the things that he wanted
his partner to do to him.

This was a welcomed change for me. I had had my fill
of encounters with guys who just wanted to get their
own rocks off and once they were done, they rolled
over and went to sleep. Matt understood the gay-mans
credo: "In order to receive, you must give." He was
willing to do to me all the things that he expected in
return. This meant we would be able to have a long and
satisfying relationship.

Our first full encounter with each other was all that
I had hoped it to be. He gave me one of the most
powerful orgasms I had ever had and judging by his
reaction, the same can be said about him. Being our
first encounter, it didn't last all that long, but
once we had managed this hurdle, I think we both
experienced a collective sigh of relief.

His technique was flawless. He taught me that the best
orgasm could be experienced not by fast an furious
strokes, but long, slow strokes with this closed hand
following his deep and intense sucking. My body
quivered in anticipation of the orgasm. He kept me on
the brink for what felt like an eternity. At the
start, he asked if he could do me first. Although I
agreed, I asked him why. He told me that if he came
first, he wouldn't want to return the favor to me and
that wouldn't be fair to me. I knew in my own
experience that it didn't matter who went first
because I enjoyed giving almost as much as I like
receiving. This set precedent for all encounters that
would follow.

After that first afternoon of passion. We found
ourselves arranging to be together every day and that
is exactly what we did. At some point, every day after
the first time was spent making love to each other.
For once in my life, I finally found someone that
wanted it as much as I did. So, for the next 4 months,
we made passionate love with each other every day.
Never was there a single time that either of us felt
as if our sex had become commonplace. Each orgasm was
as strong or stronger than the first.

As we grew more comfortable with our new relationship,
like all good things, in crept controversy. Those
close to us began to question the time we spent
together. Our friends began to question our
relationship and our families began to suspect there
may be more to this than simple friendship. We endured
the speculation carefully and eventually had to choose
to take a little bit of a break. We knew the good
thing we had and didn't want to do anything to
jeopardize it. So, we chose to put a couple days
between our encounters and began spending less time
together. I have to give Matt credit, most guys in his
shoes would have chosen to end such a relationship out
of fear of exposure. But, cool heads prevailed and we
spent the next several weeks just playing it cool.

Once we felt we had dispelled the rumors, we carefully
began to see each other more and more. Not all at
once, but a little at a time. Eventually, those around
us began to believe that everything was as it should
and our frequency of encounters slowly began to
increase. In an unprecedented move, Matt decided it
would help his case if he brought a friend with him
every time he told his parents he was going to my
house. His family knew his friend Jayme since the two
of them had been friends since Kindergarten. Matt
assumed his parents would lay off if they knew Jayme
was there with him. Apparently he thought they would
assume that with Jayme there tagging along, they
didn't have to worry that I might be putting the moves
on him. As it turns out, his parents couldn't have
been more wrong.

Matt didn't tell me this at first, but he and Jayme
had been fooling around on their own long before Matt
and I had ever met. I marveled at his genius! Not only
was he getting his parents off our backs, he was also
introducing Jayme to me in the hopes that the three of
us could hook up. Jayme hung around my apartment with
Matt quite often. I began to fear that Matt was
bringing Jayme along as a way to prevent us from
getting together. I began to fear that our days of fun
together for some reason, was about to end.

Finally, a night came when Matt came over by himself.
I was relieved when I saw him alone at my door because
now I would be able to talk to him and figure out what
was going on. Matt didn't waste any time. The first
thing out of his mouth was that he had a surprise for
me. With all that had gone on up to that point, I
feared what he had to say. He explained that he and
Jayme had been fooling around for quite some time and
one night when Jayme spent the night at his house, he
told Jayme what we had been doing together and since
Jayme and I had known each other for quite a while, he
wanted to get in on it too. Matt told me that Jayme
was to meet us about a mile from his home at about
midnight. Jayme was going to sneak out of his house
and the three of us were going to spend the night
together at my apartment. I was speechless!

Still in shock, we went to my truck and headed to the
meeting place. We arrived about five minutes ahead of
time and in my own paranoia, I felt every single car
that passed us must know what we were trying to do.
Those five minutes seemed to drag on, but at the
assigned time, Jayme appeared out of the darkness and
hopped into my truck. We quickly made our way back to
my apartment and during the ride home, Matt explained
that he and Jayme had talked about having sex with me
and Jayme was as eager to be a part of this as we both
were. We climbed the stairs to my apartment and began
an evening that none of us would ever be able to forget.