Date: Mon, 7 Mar 2011 13:39:38 EST
From: Mark837042@aol.com
Subject: Backdoor Slider - Ch 5

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Backdoor Slider - A Love Story.

Chapter 5

I run out the door to meet Luke's mom, Denise.  She's a successful lawyer,
and she works her ass off.  She's incredibly progressive and liberal, and I
love to hear her ideas about current issues.  Luke thinks she's a huge nerd
because she gushes over him so much.

"Hi Mrs. Olson.  Luke just got out of the shower, I think.  Here, let me
help you with the pizzas."

"Thanks, Garrett." she says, handing them over.  I take her briefcase, too.
"I can't believe I missed his perfect game!  That must have been so
exciting."

"Yeah, he was a big crybaby about it," I say.

"Yeah, and I bet you were right there sobbing along with him," she fires
right back.

"Ya got me."

We get back into the apartment and Luke comes out of his bedroom.  He's in
a white tank top, knee length black basketball shorts and his same black
no-show socks.  Damn, even after pumping out three loads this afternoon, I
still long for him.

She runs up to Luke to do some gushing.  I start carrying the pizzas to the
kitchen when I see the spurt of cum that had sailed over the couch earlier:
#3, if memory serves.  It actually hit the wall and dripped down all the
way to the floor.  It left a creamy trail.  Denise's back is to me, but
Luke can see what I'm looking at.  He eyes open wide and he gives me the
'Do something!' look.  I stick my tongue out and pretend to start licking
the wall.  He stifles a laugh and hugs his mom harder to make sure she
doesn't turn around.  I quickly grab a couple of tissues and wipe down the
wall and stuff them in my pocket.

He mouths, "Whew." as he continues to hug his mom.

"Baby, I'm so proud of you!" She kisses him all over his cheeks and the top
of his nose.

"Save some for Garrett," he tries to wriggle out of her hug.  "He was the
closer."

"What do you mean?" she asks.

"The last dude that was up hit a screaming line drive, and Garrett dove for
it... I mean full extension, and snagged it."

"Oh my god!  How exciting!" she runs over to me and gives me a kiss on the
forehead.  "Thank you!  Thank you!  Thank you!"

"Uhh... you're very welcome."

"Let's dig into those pizzas.  I'm friggin' starved."  Luke won't curse in
front of his mom.  It isn't that she gets offended, she just thinks it's
low-class.  I always have to remember not to curse around her, either.

An hour or so later, we're all stuffed with pizza and settled in to watch
Idol.  Denise is in her favorite recliner, and Luke and I are on the couch.
I purposely sit at the opposite end of the couch from him so I won't be
tempted, and he can't touch me either.

I love to watch Idol with Denise.  She makes the funniest and meanest
comments about the contestants.  Luke doesn't get into it as much, but he
knows his mom looks forward to it, so he watches.  He usually tries to do
his homework through it, but not tonight.  I think he has other things on
his mind.

Things are going as usual, but all of a sudden Denise stops making her
comments.  I peer over her shoulder and see that she has fallen fast
asleep.  She still has her glass of wine in her hand and her mouth has
dropped open.  I ease the glass out of her hand and set it on the endtable
next to her.  She gets up every morning around 5am.  Sometimes, she can go
all day, but tonight she's clearly exhausted.  I should be, too, but I'm
still electrified from what has been going on all day... and what might
happen later.

I make the "Shh" motion to Luke and he starts to grin.  I sit back down on
the end of the couch to finish watching Idol and Luke swings his legs up on
the couch next to me.  He scoots down so that his feet are touching my leg
and he begins to stroke my thigh with his toes.

I give him a "No" look and motion towards his mom.

"She's fuckin' OUT," he whispers a little too loud.  "I could leave her in
that chair and she'd sleep there all night."

I look over at her.  She's sitting slightly closer to the TV than Luke and
I.  If she starts to stir, we'll have a couple of seconds to compose
ourselves.

"All right, I'll rub your feet a little if you promise to behave."  He
looks like a little kid on Christmas morning.  I felt like I was unwrapping
a present, as well.  This is something I'd always wanted to do.

I scoot down the couch and lift his feet into my lap.  He's still wearing
his short black socks.  I focus on his right foot first, rubbing it deeply
and slowly with both hands.  He leans his head back and closes his eyes.  I
pinch his big toe to get his attention and he looks up at me as if I'd
woken him out of a deep sleep.

"Watch her!" I mouth the words silently and point to his mom.  He nods.

I go back to working on his foot.  He's looking over at his mom's chair,
but almost immediately, his eyes roll back in his head and his eyelids
close again.  When he realizes it, he quickly opens them and looks over at
me.

"Sorry man, I don't think I can keep my eye on her.  It just feels too
good," he whispers and bites his lip.

"I have to do everything around here," I whisper with a half-grin.

I go back to working on his right foot, then switch to the left.  I glance
back and forth from Denise to Luke.  She hasn't moved at all.  Luke catches
me watching him and he suddenly pulls down his shorts and flashes me.  His
dick is as hard as ever.  I give him the "ooh" face and look down at my own
crotch with fake surprise.  I quickly give him a flash of my own boner.  We
both choke on our laughter then nervously look over at Denise.  She doesn't
move.

I keep working on one foot, then another.  He's starting to rub my crotch
with the toes from his his free foot.  That feels amazing.  I start to slip
my hand down inside his sock as I start to rub more sensually than
forcefully.  Finally I peel off both of his socks and really admire his
sexy feet.  I notice that one of his toenails is a little black, probably
from pushing off of the pitchers mound.

"Hey, I can paint these pink for you, if you like," I whisper.  "It'll
cover up that unsightly black toenail."  He gives me the double middle
finger.  Wow, both hands.  I feign hurt feelings and put down his foot.  He
gives me an air-kiss and I start rubbing again.

As I'm rubbing, I notice his eyes are closed again.  I very slowly lift his
foot up and bring my mouth down to meet it.  I give him a very soft kiss on
the tip of his big toe.  He opens his eyes and looks up at me with
surprise.  "Fuck yeah," he mouths to me and then closes his eyes again.  I
continue to give light kisses and small licks to each of his toes.  Wow,
his feet are a little more beat up than I realized.  I guess that's why
they say pitching is all in the feet and legs.  I still love them, though.

Time for something different.  I put his foot back in my lap.  I keep my
left hand rubbing his foot, occasionally I run my fingers in between his
toes.  He really seems to like that.  Now, I move my right hand up to
stroke his shin.  His legs are so hot.  They're perfectly tanned and just a
little hairy.  I alternate between rubbing his shins and very lightly
running my fingers up and down from his knee to his ankle, then up to his
other knee.  I can tell it's working as he shivers and arches his back over
and over.

I try a new move.  I hold his big toe up with one hand and I make a fist
with my other.  I press my knuckle as hard as I can up and down the arch of
his foot.  He quickly grabs a cushion and shoves it in his mouth to stifle
a scream or a moan or something.  He's also arching his back and then his
hips as if he's humping the air above him.  Wow, this is driving him wild!
If I keep this up, I think we'll both end up cumming on the couch just a
few feet from his mom.  It's probably not a good idea.

"Dude, I swear, very soon, I'll do this again and try to make you cum just
from rubbing your feet.  But I really think we should stop while we can," I
whisper.

"You'd better swear," he looks bewildered, "Fuck!"

Idol has been over for a long time, and we were well into the 10pm local
news.  Luke gets up and flashes me again.  Man, he leaks a lot of precum.
I reach over and wipe a little off with my finger and lick it clean.  It
tastes almost like honey.

"That's the second-tastiest fluid that comes out of there," I whisper with
a smile.

He tries a little, too and nods at me.  Goddamn, that was hot.

He pulls his shorts back up, checks that his boner is secure and goes over
to wake his mom.  He gives her a gentle shake and says, "Mom, we're really
tired and heading to bed."

"Ok, me too," she says and slowly gets up.

"Good night, Mrs. Olson.  Thanks for the pizza," I say as I head to the
bathroom to brush my teeth.  Luke soon joins me and turns on the bathroom
fan so we can talk.

We both start to floss.

"There's one thing I want to ask you," I say.

"Shoot," he says as he flosses and admires his hair at the same time.

"So how was it that I was so painfully obvious about wanting you this last
year and you had me completely fooled?" I fold my arms and try to look
serious and await his answer.

He laughs.  "It's kind of a long story.  I started really liking you in the
6th grade.  In-"

I interrupt him, "6TH GRADE?  I was short AND scrawny then."

"Nah, you sell yourself short.  Do you remember that you were one of the
best players on our little league team?  Plus, you were so cute and funny."
He pokes me in the belly.

"Aww, shucks."

"Anyway, in 5th grade, I remember some of the other guys start to talk
about girls they liked and I had no idea what they were talking about.
Girls were gross.  When 6th grade came around, I knew I had those feelings
for you.  I also knew that I could never tell anyone about it, and I
started to withdraw."

"I remember that.  You were an asshole for a while."

"Just sec.  Lemme brush my teeth." He acts as if we were having a mundane
conversation.  I don't think I've ever been more interested in what someone
was going to say in my life.  I patiently wait while he brushes, spits and
rinses.

"Anyway, the summer between 6th and 7th grade, I discovered the wonderful
world of masterbation!"  He makes a jerking off motion with his hand and I
roll my eyes.  "One time, I was jerking off in my room and came just a
couple of minutes before you got to the apartment.  I found that after I
had just squirted, I was a normal person and I wasn't thinking about
kissing you or having sex with you all the time we were together.  After
that, I always tried to jerk off right before I was going to be spending
time with you."

I can't believe what I'm hearing.  "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"  I slap my
forehead.  "I thought I was a pretty smart guy, and I never even considered
that!  I always jacked off after I had been around you for a while.  I was
even going to break off our friendship and try to get you a girlfriend!
Jesus."

"Really?" he looks shocked.  "Why?"

"Because I couldn't be around you without getting so turned on."

He makes his sexy face and flexes his biceps for me.

"I warned you, when you do that, I'm gonna have to kiss you," I say as I
walked over to him and plant a wet one on him.  As I pull away he grabs my
shoulders, pulls me back in and shoves his tongue in my mouth.  I love the
slight minty taste of his mouth, as I had not yet brushed my teeth.  I rub
the back of his neck and work my fingers down his spine.  He starts
grinding his crotch into mine, and I think this would be a good time to
stop.

"Wait, did you jerk off today before I came over?" I say, as I really have
to put some effort into pushing him away.

"Kinda," he nods guiltily.

"You jerk!" I punch him in the shoulder.

He cracks up, "I'm sorry dude.  I just thought I might nut all over you
when I was rubbing your back.  I almost did anyway.  Plus, I didn't know
what all was going to happen."

"Unbelievable."

"I'm so glad you didn't jerk off, though.  That jizzing on my t-shirt thing
was so hot."

I don't realize that I'm sitting on the toilet as I try to process what
he's said.

"Do you want some privacy?" he asks.

"No, no, I'm fine."

We finish up in the bathroom and head into Luke's bedroom.  My heart is
pounding.  Luke's room has two twin beds, which are across the room from
each other.  Denise had bought a second bed a few years ago in case he had
a friend sleep over, but I knew she bought it for me.  I sit on the bed I
usually use, and Luke crosses the room to sit on his.  He's checking his
cell phone.  I figure I should check mine, too.  No messages.  I should set
the alarm on this phone.  Let's see, Denise will get up at 5am.  I'll set
it for 4:55 so I'll have time to get back in the other bed...  that is, if
I get invited into Luke's bed.  She usually does a really good job of
staying quiet in the morning when she's getting ready and we're trying to
sleep.  Still, I remember a couple of times when she came in to wake up
Luke really early and ask him something before she left.  My phone
vibrates.  I have 1 new text message.  I see it's from Luke and I open it.
No words, it only says: ===D