Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2011 02:14:03 -0400 (EDT) From: Mark837042@aol.com Subject: Backdoor Slider - Ch 31 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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 high school aged 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 31 "Well?" I ask. I never considered that he could be having problems. I can't imagine how our relationship or life could be any better. "First of all, I need you to know that I didn't mean to hit you. I was just freaking out for a second. In my attempt to get free, I accidentally nailed you." "Ummmmmm... OK, I can buy that." I nod, thoughtfully. "I guess I should start at the beginning. I realized I liked you when I was twelve, and so when I knew that I was gay... I felt like I had to make a decision. Either I could choose to be a gay person and live the gay lifestyle and be miserable or I could sacrifice my sex life and live the kind of life that I had always imagined." "That's fucking crazy." I mutter. "I know, but I was twelve and I was scared. As I grew older and hornier, I knew I'd probably have to be on the DL... I wouldn't be able to totally suppress that side of my life. Then things got more complicated. I found out that I had a legitimate chance at having a career in baseball, and that's when my serious self-loathing started. Well, I just hated the gay part of myself. I would see things on TV like the A-List, old reruns of Will and Grace, pride parades, whatever... and it would just make me furious. I had no one to identify with, and the thought that I was gay actually made me sick." "Go on." I want to just run over there and hug him, but I still want to hear his explanation of the elbow in the face. "Then when I realized that you were into me... I just kept going back and forth on it. I never imagined I would be doing it while still in high school. I would decide to go for it, then I would chicken out every time. Thank God that fat shit hit the ball to you at the end of my perfect game-" "TO me?" "Thank God that fat shit hit the ball in such a way that allowed you to make the most dazzling, unbelievable catch in baseball history...." That finally gets a smile out of me. "or I may have never gotten up the nerve." "OK, OK. Get to the part where you hit me really hard in the face while I was asleep." I'm a teenager and I'm gay. I figure I have the license to be a little melodramatic. "ANYWAY, you being my guy has just been so much better than I could ever imagine, and I just can't believe I waited so long... but I still struggle with the other stuff. When we're together, I couldn't be happier and more comfortable with us and with myself, but when we're apart, the realization that I'm a big 'mo still hits me from time to time and I spiral back down.... Then, there's the nightmares. I just keep having them." "You have nightmares where you're attacked by effeminate men?" "I have another elbow for you, and it's my pitching elbow." He flails it around in the air. "Moving on," I smile. "I have nightmares that everyone finds out about us, and my baseball future is over. I'm afraid that I wont even be given a chance... I mean... any consideration if they know I'm gay. I'll just be dismissed as some fag." "I'm not so sure about that." "When I wake up from one of those dreams, I'm just totally in a bad, dark place. I've always been a bad sleeper. I would thrash and toss and turn all night, especially when I'd have one of my nightmares. But at the beginning of our relationship, you would make me cum eighty-seven times a day, and I was in a coma every night. Now, the dreams are starting to come back again." "So that's why you were sleeping in the other part of the suite the night of my birthday?" "You're a smart one, G. I had a bad one that night. I got up and took a walk so I could calm down, then I didn't want to wake you up getting back into bed." "Believe me, waking me up should never be an issue." I cross the room to sit next to him on his bed, and I put my arm around his shoulder. "Do you think you'd want to talk to Wilson about any of this? He's helped me with some stuff." "No way. It was hard enough to spill my guts to you." "OK, but you gotta tell me these things. I want you to tell me everything that's going on with you. That's part of what it means for me to be your guy. You gotta share the bad stuff, too, or you'll just end up assaulting me again in your sleep." "Assaulting, eh?" He starts tickling my ribs, and we roll around for a minute or two. I finally exhale a huge sigh of relief. I feel like we reached a new level of honesty, and we're all good again. "I'm willing to compromise with you on the sleeping part, if you want to. I wont sleep in the same bed with you, just in case you have more nightmares." I say, sheepishly. Actually, that's something that will be really tough for me to give up. I love laying in his bed with him... when he's spooning me, feeling his heartbeat against my back. I love wrapping my arms and legs around him, too... holding him tight while we sleep. I especially love those three-and-a-half seconds when I wake up in the middle of the night and feel his body pressed up against mine, then drift back to sleep. I feel so loved and secure and perfect. I would gladly take a few elbows to the face in order to keep sleeping with him. "No, no. I always love being close to you, G. I like to hold you and watch you while you sleep, and sneak a kiss here and there. It's just a problem I have to overcome." He shakes his head. "Awesome! Cuz I wasn't really gonna sleep in another bed." I jump on him, and I wrap my arms and legs around him tightly. I pull him over so that our heads plop down on his pillow. I close my eyes and start making snoring sounds, which results in another tickle fight. After we calm down, we end up lying next to each other with my arms wrapped around his shoulders and our legs all entwined. "That's kinda why I was saying that last night about concentrating on the good stuff. When I'm around you, all of the bad feelings go away, almost instantly. I just have to make sure that happens before the elbows start flying." "Please, let me know anything I can do to help, anytime." We both smile as we finally acknowledge that we've both grown boners during the multiple tickling matches. "I could use a little help right now," he says as he leans in to kiss me. I close my eyes to indulge in the kiss and allow Luke to do some apologizing inside of my mouth with his tongue. The realization that this is a school day doesn't hit me for a little while, but I jump up and nearly smack Luke in the face with MY elbow when it finally sinks in. "Damn, we should really set the alarm clock earlier if we're gonna do it before school," I say. "We really need to get going." "Blow jobs in the shower?" Luke asks as we pull our entangled bodies out of bed. "That's the plan," I say as I take his hand and interlock our fingers for the fifteen steps to the bathroom. "Just remember, everything is going to be fine, as long as we're together." "You're right," he leans in for a quick kiss. We get in the shower once the water heats up, and I'm instantly on my knees sucking him off. After a minute of hearing him moan, I feel a little stupid. He smacks me during the night, talks his way out of it, and here I am, servicing him. Oh well, I love the big goon, and I'm sucking dick... can't get much better than that for me. We make our usual harmony of moans, since the shower water will drown out some noise. I get a little too turned on and I cum on his toes as he squirts his load into my mouth. "Aww man!" He groans as he realizes the cum on his feet. "No jerkin' off when we're together. That's for when we're alone thinkin' about when we're together." "Got it. Sorry about that," I say, licking my lips. We head on out for school after our good-bye kiss in his entryway. This always makes the day bearable and gives me a preview of what I can expect later, when we get home from school. Today's kiss is especially sweet, as Luke is still trying to make up for the smack. I enjoy every second. On the drive to school, and I get an idea. "OK, your assignment today is to think of some the good things about being gay. Text me when you think of one, and I'll do the same." I say, and Luke snickers a little and rubs my crotch. "I'll just keep texting you about how fucking awesome the sex is," he says. "If that's what's on your mind, let me know. But no repeats." I reach over and rub his crotch, too. "Didn't we have a deal about not giving each other boners when we're going to school?" I use my entire day trying to think of positive things about being gay. In most of my classes, we're just reviewing for finals, and I'm in good shape in every class, so I don't have to pay much attention. My assignment for Luke is a lot harder than I thought, as happy as I am with my life. Luke keeps texting me about sexual things, and that's all I can think of, too. I eventually come up with a few good ones that I text to him: "We'll always be interesting." "Attitudes towards gay people and gay rights are growing the right direction every day." "No surprise pregnancies. No planned pregnancies. No pregnancies, period!" "Double income, no kids." That one wont be much of a problem for us if Luke can make a living playing baseball. "Umm... Suffering builds character?" Eventually, we go back concentrate on the sex: "You get to have sex with someone who's body you understand... the pressure points, the build-up, the climax... the dicks." "Two guys kissing is hot." "A dude sucking dick is really hot." "Cum tastes really good." Eventually I keep getting the same one from Luke, varying a word here and there: "Fucking your hot ass." "Fucking your sweet ass." "Fucking your tight ass." Maybe I made a little bit of difference in his outlook... but probably, I just made him horny. Well, that's OK, too. He's going to want to fuck me today after school, and that's something I'm always up for. I head over to Wilson's office for my second-to-last anger management counseling session. He immediately notices the elbow mark on my chin and asks me about it. Damn, I thought it was starting to go away. I tell a little half-lie. "Luke elbowed me in his sleep when he was having a nightmare," I start, hoping to get a little advice. "He's just terrified at the prospect of people finding out. Is there anything I can do to help him out?" "There's no magic words that you or I could say to him that would make a big difference. The nightmares will probably continue as long as you're both still in the closet. Have you guys ever really thought about what coming out might be like?" he asks, and I start to squirm. "I think that's totally out of the question." "Of course I would never tell anyone, but you guys could set such amazing examples, and you could turn this school up-side-down. No one would ever hassle Luke about it and no one would bother you now that everyone knows you tried to strangle someone." I raise my head and smile up at Wilson. I think that's the first time he tried to make a joke. "I think either of us would be all right in a one-on-one fight, except with a few of the bigger seniors that play football... but if they gang up on either of us, things could be really bad. The school situation is just one of the factors anyway. For me, being out to my family is much more scary. "Understandable," he pauses. "You do know that this school is has a zero-tolerance policy on bullying. It goes back to the suicide in the district last year. I don't mean to put any pressure on you, but seeing a couple of gay role-models on campus could be all the difference in the world for other gay kids." "I'm no role model," I'm totally uncomfortable now. I know I can't share any of this with Luke, or he'd go into a rage. "OK, but if you change your mind, I'll be here to support you, and there are a lot of other progressive faculty here that will back you up." "Thanks, I think I'll just go back to my studying." I don't really have to study anything, but I can't talk about this anymore. I have a little more empathy for Luke about what he's going through now. I was just lost in my own euphoria of having Luke... I just never really thought about coming out. It sure makes me sick to the pit of my stomach, especially the part about my folks finding out. I try to buck up, so I'm not in a bad mood when school is over. I've tried to be really positive for Luke's sake today, and maybe it will have a positive effect on our sleeping future. School is finally over and I head for the car. I see Luke leaning up against it, and he gets a sour look on his face when I get close enough for him to see me. "Your chin still isn't back to normal. Does it still hurt?" "Nah," I say, but it does, a little. We pull out and head for Luke's apartment. "Do you feel a little better about things now?" "All I feel is really awful about hitting you. If you would just hit me back, I would feel so much better." "I know it was an accident. Plus, that's not the way I do business. You've got to make it up to me in other ways." "Anything you want, G!" He looks around, but there's too many people around for a kiss. "I have to be home at six for dinner. I said we'd be working out all afternoon." "I'll give you a workout." He says, reaching over to get my boner started. "I'm sure you will, but I have something else in mind," I say as I force a yawn. "What?" he asks, pulling his hand away. "We're going to take a nap together, and you're going to hold me." I say with confidence. "Uhhh, OK," he sounds disappointed, and I try to hide my smile. We head back to his place and both change into our exercise/nap/foreplay clothes: a tank top and exercise shorts. Luke keeps on his socks for the day, hoping they'll get me going. We both plop down on his bed, and he leans over to kiss me. I quickly turn on my side, away from him and exhale a big breath and close my eyes. He takes the cue and spoons me. He tries not to let me feel his boner too much, as he really believes I want to take a nap. "Now, if you start to have a nightmare, try to remember how awesome it is to be gay." I turn my head back to look at him. "Yeah, I'll make sure to do just that," He rolls his eyes. "The really tough part will be getting to sleep." I lay back down and close my eyes, and I revel in the feeling of his hot breath on the back of my neck. After a couple of minutes, when he realizes I'm not asleep either, the soft kisses on the back of the neck and shoulder begin. He also starts to lightly rub his big toe over my feet. I get chills up and down my body. He hugs me extra tight, and I feel his heart racing. My little plan is going perfectly, and it makes me start to giggle. I know the jig is up. Luke continues to play along, though. "You still awake, G?" he whispers. "Just barely," I murmur followed by a dramatic yawn. "OK, don't mind me, just try to drift off." I close my eyes and try not to snicker as I hear Luke squeezing some lube out of the tube. My dick is as hard as a rock and throbbing in my shorts. I start to feel him slightly tugging down the waistband of my shorts. I pretend not to notice. It's so hard to keep the corners of my mouth from not turning up. He gets my shorts pulled down far enough, and I finally feel his wet, slick cockhead sliding up and down my crack. "What's going on back there?" I ask, as sleepily as I can. "Don't worry about it, just go back to sleep," Luke pets the back of my head and tries to press his dick in further. "Uhhh... OK," I mutter. I start making snoring sounds again and clinch my butt cheeks together as tightly as I can. Luke isn't deterred, and continues to rub the head of his dick up and down my crack, looking for an entry point. Finally, I can't take it anymore, and I burst out in laughter. "What?" Luke asks as innocently as he can. I climb on top of him and sit down on his dick. I quickly guide it to my hole and press it in. "Is THIS what you were looking for?" I ask. "AHHHH," Luke moans as his sexy smile takes over his face and his eyes roll back. I slowly start the fucking motions as I slide up and down on his lap. He recovers his ability to speak. "Nap? Shiiiit... Nap, my ass!" We giggle and moan at the same time, finally getting to what we've been waiting for. I'm making sure to go extra slow. Luke can keep from cumming when he's fucking me, but only when he's in control. Luke raises his head and looks down at my hard cock, bouncing up and down in the air. He reaches down and strokes it, first with one hand, then the other. "That feels SO good," I whisper as I continue to ride him. "I want you to squirt all over me," he says as he continues to stroke my dick with both hands. "I think I can do that for ya," I pant. He speeds up his motions and gets to the point when one hand slides off the head of my cock, the other one is already wrapped around the base of my shaft. I know I wont be able to last long, so I speed up my motions as I hope to bring Luke closer to his orgasm. "Oh FUCK," He starts to moan as he tries to keep his eyes open, but he still masterfully continues to jerk my dick with both hands. I know he's close, so I really start to bounce up and down on his dick, as I know I'm past the point of no return. He begins to thrust his hips up just as I am on my way down. I wish we were recording this one. It would be something to see. I feel relief as he starts to cum inside of me. I was afraid I would beat him to the punch. My dick begins to squirt in the air, coating Luke's face, his pillow and even a couple of squirts hit the wall behind him. Eventually, I dribble the rest of my load on his sweaty chest and abs. I finally collapse on top of him as we both try to catch our breaths. "That was so... fucking... hot..." I say between kisses as we giggle in amazement. "You are the BEST, G." He wraps his arms around me tightly and we share an exhausted, but passionate kiss. I want to get in the shower and take care of my ass, and the rest of me could use a good scrubbing, as well. "I think I'm really up for that nap, now," Luke says as we finally break the kiss. I lay my head down on his sticky chest, as he strokes my head. "Sounds great," I say. I'll have to clean up later. This is the perfect situation to show Luke the level of trust and confidence I have in him. I hear his breathing change into his normal sleeping sounds. I close my eyes, as I know I'll be asleep in a minute, too. Surely, nothing bad will happen this time.