Date: Mon, 07 Oct 2002 20:17:11 -0400 From: Gerald Johnson Subject: In A Person's World 5 Chapter 5 Matt's POV `Ugh, I feel like shit,' I thought as I picked up the phone to call Simon. My chest and head pained as much as a hangover but I haven't been drunk for a long time. My head was sweating any there was nothing I could do about it. Great time for my father t become, well, a father. With each swallow, my throat stung with ferocity. Dad told me to stay put in this bed and not do anything. He was to take care of me, so he sent Stephanie and Christine where they needed to be. Unfortunately, he got a call and had to go to work. It looked like he was actually gonna stay here but I knew that he need to go. After I told him he can go, he told me that I can either just stay here by myself or call over a friend. Deciding I didn't want to be alone, I told him to go and I'll see if anyone wants to hang out with me. Simon's a friend whom I met the beginning of this school year, two months ago. He and I used to hang out a lot, like at malls, the skatepark, and sometimes the mall but since his accident, he's been detached from the group. He's a cool guy with platinum hair (styled with short spikes going everywhere) and green eyes. Normally I wouldn't call him, since we've only known each other for a short while, but he's the first person I thought of. It's weird actually. Never have I thought that I'd do that with any person, other than Evan, now that Mark's gone. Dialing his number, I heard the ringing from the other end. My head hurt and I couldn't help but wince a little bit. "Hello?" a voice said from the other end. Whoever it was seemed like he was out of breath. "Ugh!" "Hello? Can I speak to Simon?" Covering the receiver, I coughed. The person on the other end was soon gone and Simon came to the phone, "Matt. What's up? Ah-ha! Oh!" "H-hey. Ah-ah-ah-choo! What's wrong? Oh, never mind. Um, I think you know that I'm sick. My dad, I think you met him once, had to go and wants someone to be with me. He's trying to become an actual father. Do you think you can come over? I don't really need anything I just need someone here so if he calls I could have you tell him I'm fine. In fact, you don't even have to go near me. I don't want you getting sick. You can just stay here, eat and watch TV. The rail is all yours if you want to try it. Aight?" "Sure," he said, rather quickly. "I'll be there in an hour or so. I could get Gabe to drive me over but I need to do something before I do." I sneezed once more before I hung up the phone. I shivered. Um, maybe it wasn't a good idea to go to the computer room in just my boxers. The place gives me the shivers even when I'm not sick. But the cold floor on my bare feet wasn't doing me any good so I went up to my room. Coughing roughly, I slipped into bed. My head hurt and my back hurt. Every part of my body hurt. I don't even have to worry about Simon if I go to sleep. Fuck, knowing him, he'll let himself in, and go straight to the fridge. Ahh, well. Who cares? I trust him enough. I'll just sleep for a while and then Simon will wake me up if he needs anything. Chad's POV "God, Mark. Do you have to do that?" He stares at me when I'm asleep! It freaks me out! "Actually," Mark started, "no, I don't but that doesn't mean I'm not gonna do it." We were both in his bed, with me on my back, my hand behind my head. Mark was next to me, staring at me with starry eyes. Hmm, I don't know. Maybe I should be flattered, even though it freaks me out. I don't mind as much that he's staring, it just that he's starting to do to me what he did to Matt. Don't get me wrong. It's not like I don't love him -- I do -- very much, but . . . I don't know. It's too soon. "Come on! Stop it. You're starting to tick me off." He still stared at me with that grin. As much as I hated him doing it, I still love it. I love how he treats me. On days when there are special occasions, he treats me the best. Almost every other day he keeps me safe. Unlike most people, he sees me for me. BUT NOW IT'S GETTING TO ME! "Stop!" I said, laughing. Mark then decided to jump on me, knocking the air out of my lungs. "If you won't let me watch you sleep. I'm gonna let you . . . well, do stuff to me that we did in the beginning." Raising an eyebrow, I gave him a confused face. "You know, with flowers and candy . . . and me. I wanna do that, again." Wow! Mark's asking me to fuck him? Again?! Damn, just that thought it's getting me horny. How the hell can I say no? "Fine! Let's do it!" With that same grin, he jumped up and over to the closet. "I haven't used it in a long time. I don't know if I have any more," he said as he rummaged through his closet, tossing clothes and shit everywhere. "Dammit, I can't find it. Oh, wait! I think there's some at the bathroom!" "Let's just do it there. I must stink. We'll do it in the shower. Good thing your sister is gone." I said, getting off the bed. "Damn. You finally lost your shyness. That's good because now when you want sex, ask for it. I don't want to be the one that always asks, just make sure that I'm cool with it and you don't go fucking me in my sleep. Wait, never mind, you can do that." In the bathroom, I started undressing. I love morning time. Not to be vain, but I always look good in the morning. No! Really. I don't know, I start to glow. Maybe after a few hours of rest, everyone looks great. I know that Mark does. He's a really handsome guy. "Hey, climb in the shower. I'll wash your back and you'll wash mine, is that okay?" "We've done that ever since we were younger. What's different from now?" "I'm gay and your not," Mark said turning on the faucet. "Doesn't kinda freak you out?" "Does it do that to you?" I asked. "Of course not. In case you haven't noticed, when I've touched you, you've mostly been in my mouth." "Heh, yeah. Okay so your not having trouble with touching me, so why do you have trouble when I touch you?" I checked the water, it was warm enough to take a shower in. We didn't go in, instead I sat down on the side of the tub and Mark sat on the covered toilet seat. "I thought you might have had trouble if I asked you to touch me, Matt did when we first started." "That's Matt. I'm more than that. How long have you known Matt?" Putting my hands on my lap, which were now fully unclothed, as parts of my body were, and my clothing was neatly on the floor. "Six months, two weeks, and six days . . . on Monday." he said, taking off all his cloths and throwing them into a nearby hamper. His muscles flexed with each of his movements. The tan color of his skin made him look almost Mythological. "See? How long have you known me?" "Most of my life. But that doesn't mean -- okay, it means everything. So you're cool with it if I ask you to do stuff with me?" "To an extent. I'll do some searching and I'll see what I'm most comfortable with. I'll do that until I want more. From what we've done the past weeks, I thought we'll never have sex again." He face went blank. Suddenly, he stood up, and almost yelling, he said, "You bastard! What do you think we've been doing?" "Well, you can't actually call this real sex." "It sure did feel real! From the orgasms I've had, I'm happy. I can't believe that I spend all that time trying to please you when you didn't feel different afterwards!" "It's not like that!" I objected, standing up. I took hold of his arm, squeezing the strong bicep that was there. "It's not. For real. I mean, sure I loved I we've doing and I've been satisfied, but . . . I don't know. Feels like there's something missing. Whenever we're together, as much as I love it, I want more." I chuckled to myself as I started to revel what I've been thinking about the first time he told me he was gay. "Mark, I need to confess something. Sit down for a minute and turn off the water." Soon the shower was shut and he finally sat down, I started my explanation. "Remember when you first told me that you wanted to help me lose my virginity? When you were gone to get our drinks, all I kept thinking was how you've always been there for me." "You, too!" he protested. "But you more than me. I know I've been shitty to you, thinking that you'll always be there to help me. God, when did I turn into such a person. I've always depended on you and never once have you needed to depend on me. You've never asked for anything. Not once. And almost every single day, you help me. It's great and all but I don't know if it's good for me. I need to try it for myself." "Okay, so you want independence. Heh, I had the same talk with my mother last year. I didn't know that it was with good intentions, or I was doing to you. Sorry, man." "That's okay. Now, if you don't mind. I wanna try my new independence with you. Get in the shower and let me wash you." Mark's face lit up with excitement and he quickly got in and pulled me toward him. The shower was running when we got in and the warm water wasn't that much of a surprise. It was at the perfect temperature 32 degrees Celsius. I was facing Mark's back and he was facing the showerhead. The shower was big enough so two people can fit in comfortable but not three. Closing the shower door, I said, "Hand me the soap." Throwing the soap to me and putting his head under the faucet, he said, "After you do me, I'll do you." Mark shook his head and the water splashed everywhere. He did look good when he did that. Liquid dripped down from his body as he was drenched. I started to scrub his back with the soap and had a good lather. The soap smelt nice, I think it was lotus blossom. It reminds me of my grandmother's place, in the country. My fears kept me from going lower, but I had to try. With my hands shaking, I rubbed the soap on his perfect, and tanned, butt. I was about to run a finger down into his crack but I chickened down. I left his butt and traveled lower to his thighs, legs, and finally his ankle. "Turn around, I'll do your front." Mark turned around without another word and there he was. And I mean, THERE he was. Mark was boned up and he turned around like it happened all the time. I guess it does happen all the time. He kept his head under the water and used his hands to mess around with his hair. His dick was jutting proudly out and it looked gigantic to me. It was gigantic compared to me, but as Mark said, it doesn't matter. Soaping up his torso, I rinsed it off and got closer and closer to his dick. When there was nothing else I could do, I touched his balls. They weren't small, they were huge, they fit appropriately to his body, completely hairless and, again, tanned. I guess with a beach all to yourself you don't need clothes. I should have just took off everything at the cove. His dick was point straight out to me, with it's angry red, flared head. I was eye level with it and it looked even bigger now, if that's even possible. Before I could even realize it, I was massaging his balls, making him get hornier. I stopped and then said, "It's my turn." He nodded and then started to do the same to me, starting from my front and moving towards my back. My dick was throbbing but Mark didn't do anything but just stroke it to clean it. I washed my butt and it felt nice when he ran his finger down my ass but not actually touching me all the way in. He was soon done with me and got out of the shower. Throwing me a towel, he dried himself off and brushed his teeth. Using his toothbrush, I brushed mine, too. Mark took out the lube, it was behind some plant, and said to me, "Let's not do it in here. I want to be comfortable with you." "Wait!" I said as I got down to my knees, "Let me do some more exploring." I took his balls in my hand again and started to roll them around. "If your gonna just explore that, you'll never get anywhere." "Your right," I said, standing up. Without warning I leaned in and kissed him, hard. I took his face in my hands and held him there, not that he was trying to get away. Snaking my tongue into his mouth, I started with t he tongue lashing, hitting every part of his mouth. He tasted SO good. His mouth was clean, and I guess he brushed his teeth before he started staring at me. Every part of his mouth tasted either of mint or (strange enough) cantaloupe. I felt his hands move down to my sides and pull me in deeper. My hands left his face and went in search for the door knob. We were in a frenzy. I had to keep my eyes open and Mark didn't want to let go of my lips as we made our way to his room. I think we knocked over a vase along the way but he didn't seem to care. When we got into the room, he threw himself on the bed and pulled me on top of him. Hands searched for anything, a nipple, a dick, an asshole. Everything he did to me felt good so the last piece of paranoia left my body and all I wanted was Mark. I got into as much as he did, with the walls, the bed, everything disappearing. The only thing that was in the empty, dark void, was us. I, still on top of Mark, my hands on his face and his arms grabbing hold of my back, not wanting to let me go. I didn't want to go! I wanted him, now! My mouth left his lips and went down toward his neck, licking nibbling, and scraping every little thing I could find. With my eyes closed, I licked every part of his clean chest. Suckling on one of his nipples, Mark let go of my back and he fisted the bed sheet. `Don't explode. Don't explode,' I told my head. Getting it with Mark is making my head spin but it felt so good. Unlike the last time we were together, I wasn't scared anymore. My head, my hands, my mouth, my body, they all yearned for Mark. He's not handsome, he's fucking hot! The body beneath me started to moan, and each moan just made me suck harder. I saw that his right hand started to reach over to his dick. I quickly grabbed it and pushed it into the bed, trapping him and with my other hand I did the same to his left hand, no need for him to do that, I have plans for it. Keeping my mouth on his body, I moved down until I was right above his pubic region. I started to gently bite the thin flesh there, and sucking up. The faint smell of musk tingled my nose and it made my body weak. If I had trouble with Keeping Mark's arms down before, I've having even more trouble now. His whole being started to buck, trying to get me off so he can finish himself off. But I'm much stronger and kept him at bay. I sat on his thighs to keep him down and my lips found their way back to his. God, he tasted good. Having read some of this, I knew I don't want to touch his dick just yet. He was totally hard, as I felt when my cock touched his. Pre-cum was dripping everywhere, saturating his body and mine. I'm not like that, my dick barely pre-cums. "God," he took a deep breath. "Please, touch me." "Not yet." "Please!" Fine! If he wants it, I'll give it to him. I took his head into my mouth. With enough studying on gay sex, I knew to keep my teeth away from his penis so I don't ruin it for him. The head of his dick is the most sensitive part of his penis, as is every man's. A taste of a man's organ is amazing that all men should try once in their lives, gay or straight. Just the feel of a man's dick in your mouth makes your dick harder and mine did that now. People don't' know what they're missing when they try to tell men that homosexuality is wrong, it's not. How can something so good, be so bad? Mark's writhing suddenly stopped. Giving all control to me now, I knew I had no choice, I had to move further. Taking more and more dick into my mouth, until the head of his dick made it to the back of my throat, I pulled up, leaving the head in my mouth and, again, descending down. I scraped his cock once but when he winced, I tried to keep myself from doing that. I pulled away from his dick and told him to spread his legs and grab his thighs. Hmm, I never knew that I would remember what to do, but I did. The lube was off to the side and was soon in my hand. I squirted a dab on my finger and another in his asshole. Trying to remember what we first did, I proceeded by poking at him, too roughly. Again, Mark winced but didn't utter a single word. I eased off a bit and that was the only time I was ever gentle. He was soon stretched and ready for me. Picking up his legs and putting them on my shoulders, I aimed my dick, now lubed and covered in latex, with his asshole. I leaned in and pulled him into another hard kiss and pushed in most of my dick. The feeling was instant, a striking pleasure up the head of my dick and down to my toes. Mark moaned and I muffled it with my mouth. "God, Mark. Ugh!" I moaned. Just as my lips touched his neck, I started to suck on him again. His breathing was hard and his face was flushed. Every sweet breath feel on my and my senses smelt, felt, saw, heard, and tasted Mark, and I wanted more. "Uhhh!!" he moaned as his fingernails put scratches on my back. It only excited me more. "Oh, god!" I stopped kissing him and just looked at him. Just watching his eyes locking with mine, was just as intimate as my kissing him. Unlike the first time we had each other, I wasn't in that much of a hurry. I want to make this pleasurable to him as to me. A few times he tensed up and that look you get when you cum lit up his face. I hit it a few times, about once every five times. And after each time I touch it, his face turns from the look of pure unfiltered ecstasy to a look of utter despair. I wonder what he's so worried about. Then it hit me, he's worried that I'm gonna finish and leave him like this. "Mark, tell me . . . what to . . . do." I told him, my breath ragged. "Okay, move up a bit. No, down more, that was too much. Go up AGAIN! THAT'S IT! OH, GOD THAT'S IT! Fuck." his breath was kicked out of him and I thank whoever is watching us that Kat's not here. It was a kind of awkward position when I touched whatever he wanted me to touch. It was too high. When I didn't hit it after a few strokes, Mark put a pillow underneath him and soon he was squealing. I've been thinking so much about Mark that I forgot about my own dick. On an in-stroke, I tried to force it back. Luckily, I did it. Mark wasn't helping a bit when he clenched his ass muscles. Out of the blue Mark suddenly tensed up and came, shooting cum all over his and my chests. Cum clew everywhere and his ass muscles were clenching quicker and quicker, triggering my orgasm. A shot of fire flew from my dick only to be stopped by a latex barrier. my eyes started to flutter and my toes curled. The orgasm was so powerful, I almost blacked out. Then . . . peace. Quiet peace. Breaths of air were the only thing I could hear. A hushed voice was entering my ear, "Sleep now." With a kiss on my forehead, he disappeared from my sight as I closed my eyes. Mark's POV I wasn't at all tired but I knew that Chad was. Cleaning us up, I left him in my room to let him sleep. Downstairs, the place was in perfect condition. Shit was off the floor and nothing was trashed. I hated it. *ring-ring* It was the phone. "Hello?" I said as I picked it up. On the other end was a person I never thought I would ever get a call from, "Mark? Hey, it's Matt's Dad. Listen, I know that we don't know each other that well and this might sound weird coming from someone who you barely know but do you mind checking on Matt? I know that you two are good friends and you've spent the night thousands of times. Well, the boy's been sick and I'm worrying about him. Do you mind checking on him?" Matt's sick? He's sick? His father asked me to go over there? I have to see Matt? "Mark? Are you there?" "Uh, yeah! Sorry, um, I don't know Mr. Petrizzi." But then I thought about it, "Wait, I guess I can go there for a little while. I'll call you if he's in trouble." "Thank you, just to ease my mind a bit," he said before I heard the receiver drop. Hmm, this might give me a chance to leave what I need gone and finally move on. Yeah, that's it. I'm just taking all of Matt's stuff back to him, that's it, oh, and to see if he's okay. Yeah, I'm ready for this. Yeah. Matt's POV "Ugh, what are you doing?" "Shut up," Simon said as he wiped my forehead with a cool washcloth. "You were burning up. I had to do something. Can't have you dying on me. I need someone to skate with. Now shut up and let me take care of you." Dirty thoughts came to my mind as he said that. He is cute. That dirty blond hair, highlighted his blue eyes. Somehow I felt safe in the younger man's hands. Gentle and soothing, he brushed my forehead with the cloth, cooling me off and wetting my hair at the same time. "How long was I out?" "Not long if you slept after you called me. It's only been an hour since we talked on the phone." Simon was on the bedside sitting down, and his head levitated over mine. He had a look of concentration and perhaps he was searching. Was he? Was Simon looking for something as I was? Impossible. A guy this young couldn't possibly know what it's like looking for love. Nah, he's looking to get laid, by a chick no less. But still, I couldn't help but stare at his concentration. His blond eyebrows were furrowed. "You might be sick but you sure don't act like a baby. I know I do. Gabe does." "Nah, I don't like to bitch when I'm sick. I'm usually coughing buckets of blood so I don't have a chance to whine. Don't worry, I'm not gonna cough blood for a long time if I'm just this sick. I'm guessing this is just a 34-hour bug. I'll probable get over in a few hours but before then, you can stay here and vege. No need to take care of me. Go on, check if there's something in the fridge or anywhere." "Dude I'm not fucking hungry. I'll get you something if you want. But other than that, I'm not leaving your fucking side." "Drop the tough guy attitude. I'm sick, I'm not an idiot. I know that every word you say is to impress me. You're my friend already and you don't need to do shit for me. Just relax and go watch TV or something. You're starting to piss me the fuck off." "Now who's acting?" he countered. A smile was painted on his face, he knew he got me. The little fucker actually knows what he's doing. "Does it hurt when you swallow?" "No." "So it's only your head that hurts?" "Yeah," I replied. Simon dropped the washcloth into a near bowl which had cold water and ice cubes inside it. Wiping his hands on his shirt, he sat closer to me. "Do you mind?" he asked, putting his index and middle fingers -- on both hands -- on my temples. "Go ahead," I replied, too weak to say anything else. Carefully -- barely even touching my head -- Simon started circular motions on my forehead. Ripples of soothing pleasure swept my head. Fingers, belonging to a person I've never thought of, transmitted waves and waves of subatomic relief into my body. Water droplets fell from my forehead and down my cheek. Simon stopped his rubbing and wiped the droplet off. "Okay, I'm gonna do something but don't say anything until I'm done. I know that you'll like it. But if I do this, you have to promise not to tell anyone. It's actually frowned upon by most people. So I just want you not to tell anyone." He uncovered my body and my sweat glistened, naked self was exposed to him, for the first time with another guy since Mark. "What are you doing?" I asked sitting up, reaching for the covers. My initial instinct was to cover myself but Simon stopped me before I could. "Shh . . . in cultures in the Pacific, masturbation is actually supported and so is mutual masturbation. We live in the Pacific, so I'm gonna do what people here do. Now, shh, I said don't talk about it. Relax. It should burn the fever right out of you, increasing you body temperature a degree or so." Feeling light headed, I laid back down and waited as he came closer and closer to my face, other than my waist. His face was just a few inches from my face but I resisted the urge to kiss him; as much as I didn't want to, I did. The gentle sloping curve of his cheeks and that rugged look, he gave off a caring essence. Scents of a man at the end of a day, neither bad or disgusting, filled my nose and I took a deep breath. Beneath that rustic appearance, lies a person of natural class and cultural beauty. Now, when I said rustic I did mean he looks like a farmer's son but that doesn't mean he is. To keep off some stereotypes, he is not a dumb guy with an `aw-shucks' look, well, unless he wants to be. Even though he mostly stays inside, his tan was consistent, apparently due to his rare but prolonged duties under the beating sun. Those soft, calming eyes contained the ability to have a piercing glance and can change a guy's weak and submissive personality into a dark and desired man. And, unfortunately, that's what happened to me. That's when -- My thoughts were broken as I felt a stirring in my loins. A hand, not one of mind, grasp my member in it's a caring exterior. Soft flesh, soon to be hard, was caressed with a calloused one. Due to much of his working out, I guess. Very, very leisurely, Simon proceeded to bring my dick into it's full length and soon I was rock hard. His vision, still connected to my eyes, he whispered, "Wow, it's bigger than mine." I think he didn't mean to say it out loud because after he said it, he blushed then moved his gaze from me. Smiling at the boy's innocence, I said, "Shorty, I'm bigger than most guys so don't think you're the only one that I've beaten. Plus, you're still young. How old are you anyway?" Okay, so I don't know much about this boy but I'm befriended him and I know I'll find out sooner or later. The fact that he was holding my dick -- still hard and starting to drip, by the way -- did not bother me one bit. I think all those nights with Mark helped me to get over that fear but still, I was more than thrilled. "I'm 14. I thought I told you that, already." Wow! This made me hotter. A guy, three years my junior is touching my dick! I don't know, I think it was the fact that this guy barely even had the ability to cum for more than a few years, but I was really turned on. I stopped talking and just waited for him to do his thing, or my thing if you know my current position. All pain disappeared as he proceeded to jack me off, using techniques I never used. I can see he was having trouble from the look on his face. "What's wrong?" "Um . . . do you have any lube?" he smiled sheepishly. I gave him a grin, "Yeah, you'll find a toy car on top of my stereo. In the trunk, I leave lube there." He let go of my hard dick and took out the lube. Popping the cover, he let a drop of the clear liquid fall on my cock. He was about to put more so I warned him, "No, that's should be enough. This thing gets really messy and there's more than enough." Simon nodded and put the lube on the bed next to us. Studying his face, I saw his face was joined with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Taking my cock in both hands, he smeared the lube around. Now that his hands and my dick was fully coated, he rotated from using his left to using his right. This was something I haven't tried. It felt amazing and the different pressures he used were magnificent. I know my scent the smell that was getting into my nose wasn't mine. I usually can smell a lot and when I do, I know where it's origin is. It was from Simon, the boy was sending out scents of arousal like crazy. The expert hand on my cock was driving me into a world of pleasure I haven't felt in a while. Every stroke, every grip, every touch made my cock jump, pulse, and twitch. It didn't take long for me to erupt, shooting wads and wads of cum all over my chest, face, hair, and Simon's hand. Cum landed on everything. "Matt?" a voice called out from the door. I hope you enjoyed this chapter of this story and I hope you'll write to me at with_souls_intertwined@hotmail.com