Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2002 23:04:15 -0500
From: Gerald Johnson <markmattbrianbrad@hotmail.com>
Subject: It All Started In Business Class Part 8

Warnings: This story is pure fiction. It was based on my imagination and
my imagination only. The characters and places are purely fictional.
Thank you. Enough of this talk, let's begin the story.

Title: Vengeance is a Bitch

Information: no new information just, well, it's my story.



Characters:



Mark - A black-haired, hazel-eyed, in-line skating, whose main
fascination is his constant guessing of people and things around him. It
never says in the story but he is 15 years old, sophomore, about 150
lbs., 6'1", and a good 9-inch cock. He has a very docile persona that
breaks almost every time Matt touches him. His main attraction is Matt, a
person who I'm getting to, ever since Brian cast a spell. That's right
people. This used to deal with magick but not anymore, now mainly sex.
Now isn't that what you truly came here for? He finds that he likes
mostly the black-haired, skater, shy, but cute, boys.

Matt - A black-haired, hazel-eyed, a true skater boy, whose main
fascination is being able to fit only 50-words-per-chapter persona and
the uncanny ability to be able to worry about what his friends think
about him. He is 15 years old, sophomore, about 130 lbs. (Still having
his baby fat but it fits his body), 5'6", and a nice 8-inch cock. Matt
fell in love with Mark in the beginning chapter, with the help of Brian,
of course. Speaking of Brian, he is also Matt's other lover, and it's a
true lover. He mainly relies on his ability to remember all the things
he's read. He is attracted to black or blond-haired, an outrageous
personalty, kind of guys.

Philip- A blonde-haired twink, another skater-boy, whose main thing is to
apologize to everyone he talks to. There is not much said about this
mysterious boy. His personality mainly consists of a cryptic, dark,
I'll-hit-you-with-a-smile-and-I'll-knock-you-down, guy.

Skater Friends - There are: Steven, Philip, Jeff, Thomas, and Mike.



Last time:

"Hey, it was nothing. Too bad we can't do anything about me, we don't
have any time." was all I was able to say. I moved over to the mirror and
started to fix my shirt and face. There was a speck of cum, left on my
lips. He started to fix his clothing as well.

"Hey, sorry, about that. I tried to warn yo, but you didn't move. I'm
really sorry," he apologized.

Taking the rest of the cum on my finger and put it toward his mouth. When
he didn't take it, I washed it off, "Stop with that, `sorry' shit. If
you don't I'll never do that to you again and I'll never try to get
you together with Matt."

He looked shocked.

"It was my responsibility to pull off. I wanted you to do it in my mouth,
it's cool. I've done it to Matt and he's done it to me. That's why I
was surprised when you said Matt didn't talk to you because you came in
his mouth."

Taking a pencil from my pocket, and paper from my back, which was on the
floor, where I put it when I came in, I wrote Matt a note. After folding
it into a small square, I told him, "Now, could you give this to Matt?
Your in his Teen Living class next right?"

He nodded when he took the piece of paper, "Do you mind if I read it?"

"Not at all, you can if you want to but it just says sappy stuff, `I
love you,' `Can't wait to see you,' `I love your dick.' You know,
something couples do together." Actually, I lied to him, it talked about
what to do about Philip and what we just did, but I doubt he would read
it.

"Alright, I'll give it to him. Are you sure you don't want me to finish
you off?" he asked so politely like it was something you tell your
father.

"Unfortunately, no. Like I said we have no time. You'll leave first and
then I'll go after," he shook his head, kissed me, and then left.

I stayed inside of the bathroom, and put on my belt and then left.

Presently:

Chapter 8--Matt

It was finally sixth period, Teen Living. I've been itching for details,
ever since I tipped off Philip this morning. He was to give Mark a thrill
and then tell me all about it. He was a good kid, but just to easy too
take advantage of. I didn't really take advantage of him, I owe him a
favor, so we're even, so why should I feel so guilty? This is what I
could only think about while I walked to Mr. Bonds class.

Meeting up with Philip was what I usually do right now, but he's late.
Did Mark take that long? I was about to leave and just wait for him in
class, when he came running out of the restroom, "What took you so long?
Did it work out the way we planned?" Shaking his head, I was
disappointed.

As we walked in through the doors of Mr. Darman's class, we hushed since
we couldn't likely talk about this in front of everyone. After about ten
minutes of lecturing, we got a project to do, draw the perfect future
family. Which was incredibly disheartening, I could never have a family,
if I stay with Mark. But what I want is Mark, not a family that I don't
even know will exist.

When I grabbed Philip as my partner, I pulled him off the side, the
closest near the corner so we'll be as far away from wandering ears. We
had our backs turned from everyone, no one suspected a thing, so I was
able to trace images on his chest, focusing on the nipples, "What
happened? He didn't go for it?"

"Ugh, if you keep doing that I won't be able to tell you," he warned.

I stopped and sat down at a table, "Aight, tell me what happened. Did you
find him?"

Taking a deep breath, he shook his head, "Sorry, but I could get him to
let me suck him off."

Again disappointment.

Suddenly, he smiled, "Actually, he sucked me off. I guess, you taught him
well, he got me off in under 10 minutes, even you couldn't have done
that."

What does that mean? I quickly coped a feel, making him tremble, "Oh, is
that right? How in the world or why, did he suck you off?"

"I don't know, he just said that he knew that I didn't want to do this,
he sucked me off, and then he told me to give you this," he said as he
pulled out a piece of paper.

Opening it up, I got a giant scolding from Mark in big letters. It read,
`HOW DARE YOU! YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO DO THAT TO PHILIP! HOW WOULD YOU FEEL
IF SOMEONE SOLD YOU OFF TO ANOTHER PERSON? GOD, MATT, SOMETIMES YOU COULD
BE SUCH A DICK!' The rest of the letter was in regular writing, `Ok,
I'll meet you at your house, cancel all your plans, if you love me.
Don't ask questions, and I'll forgive you. Could you get out of class?
I need to see you, Mr. Price's class 20 minutes after the bell rings?'
Closing the paper, and putting it in my pocket, I took Philip's hand,
"Look, dude, I'm sorry. Mark's right, I had no right to do that to you.
I'll make it up to you somehow . . . if you forgive me."

Squeezing my hand, I felt that he loved me--why I don't know. But
someway, he loves me. I looked at my watch, it was a quarter pas 1:00,
fifteen minutes after the bell had rang.

"Mr. Darman? May I go to the library? I need to get a book for
the-the-the, project?"

Shaking his head he said, "All right, you may go to the library, but the
project doesn't need anything from the library. On second thought, go
there and help them with the school newspapers. They need someone there
since Mr. Guilder is not here." Mr. Guilder was another prep boy named
Jace. He's a real dick when you get to know him and before you get to
know him.

Leeching from my seat, I said, "Thank you."

"Mr. Petrizzi, bring your stuff, schools almost out and there will be no
need to return to class."





MARK'S POV:

This was my favorite class, Mr. Price's, Creative Writing class. Writing
was the only thing that I love to do, when not doing anything--or anyone.
I've been known once or twice--by close friends--to write erotic
fiction. They loved it, although they would never admit it. I remembered
the dicks of everyone of the guys that read it, when Randy--a
friend--took it out of my bag in gym class and everyone had a hard on
that even a jock took a hard way to hide. I still could remember the
snickering from every girl or maybe it would have just been something
very funny, I just don't know.

Well, I watched Mr. Price's ass while he walked to and fro the aisles. I
liked this, just sitting and staring to find some inspiration.

Uncouth, little, immature freshmen were giggling at the act that a
freshman, Jude to be exact, was picking up a girl's skirt, showing her
thong. These are some of the things that I didn't like in this class,
the juvenile underclassmen, but there were also plus sides. One of them
was Mr. Price, which I bet you already knew, and the other is a senior,
Gabriel Thompson. He cold most likely be the hottest guy in class! With
his deep blue eyes you can sink in, which I only noticed now, since I was
still in denial of my true feelings.

With a body like an adonis, why wouldn't anyone like this guy? A jaw
that you crack walnuts on, and the perfect muscle tone, he could have any
girl he wanted if he wanted her.

His little brother was also in our class, Simon Thompson, I think. Simon
looks like a younger, less built, version of his older brother. Most
people in the class thought of Gabe, which he told me to call him, as a
weird dork. He's not weird, just . . . unique. I'm weird, and
unfortunately, I know it.

There was something different today about them, it seems like both of
them seemed to be much closer, not just mentally, but physically. For
one, they were sitting next to each other, something that they haven't
done, ever. Another is they seemed to be looking at each other more
intently, like guarding each other.

I wish I had a brother who would do that for me, have my back, that is.
But, now, I don't need that, I have Matt.

Speaking of Matt, I still haven't hear from him yet. It was 1:25, when I
saw Matt passed door, through the glass window. Pointing at the restroom,
which was across the hall, I knew the signal.

Raising my hand, I asked, "Mr. Price? May I go to the office to make a
phone call?" Usually this worked in his class, but I think he knows it
too.

Mr. Price was at his desk, scribbling down what I thought was a pass.,
turned out to be just another paper. Calling me over to his desk, he told
me to meet him outside.

Fuck! We were, and I say this again, caught! Standing up, the
freshmen--again--were snickering, at me. I guess Mr. Price heard this,
for he said, "All right, I'm going to get this copied, they're your
quizzes. While I'm gone, Gabe, will attend to you. If I find just one
piece of paper on the floor, everyone--and I mean everyone--will get
detention. Mark follow me." When his back was turned from me, I gave him,
Matt, a signal to get the fuck out of there.

Grabbing my bag full of goodies that I wanted to use on Matt, my blades,
and my binder (which was out of the bag, since there was barely any room
left), I followed him, with the fear shown in my face.

Outside, Matt was nowhere to be found, I guess, he got my message. And in
the end, I never got in trouble, and me and Matt lived happily ever
after. The End.





NOT! Matt, never got my message, and fell inside of the classroom with a
thump--because of him leaning on the door--making everyone fall out of
their chairs, laughing like fuck. At first, all I thought was, `Oh,
fuck, is he hurt?' Then realizing the comical integrity of this
movement. I couldn't help but snicker.

"Uh, Mr. Petrizzi? Follow me," Mr. Price said with utmost superiority. I
can't help but call him . . . pristine. As he closed the door, he
motioned us to the bathroom, taking us away from view, "All right, you
two. Don't do this, not at school, hold it for after school. Please just
listen to me. But, I know how I was like when I was your age, so here is
a pass that will get you out of class, and free to roam the halls , but
use it with moderation, or else I'll have to take it away. Now get on
out of here and watch your back."

Before we could thank him, he shooed us away and went out of the room
himself, and out of vision as we turn a corner.

"Okay, that was weird, but I get what you meant when you said that you
can trust him. Now, so can I," Matt said. Saying nothing, I just nodded.
I grabbed his hands and squeezed.

How did I know I could trust him, I mean, sure he gave us an unlimited
pass to each other, but for what price?

When I spotted the doors out of this school, I was excited, not just from
Matt but also from the feeling of doing something . . . naughty.

We were greeted with a gust of wind, almost stinging our eyes of the sea
air. That was another thing I like about this school, it was not very far
from one of the beaches, Gunn Beach, the best place to be romantic and to
get, well, laid. I dropped everything I had and so did Matt, which was
his bag that was made to accommodate his skateboard.

After I let go of his hands and he was in front of me, he kissed me.
Breaking the kiss, he gasped for air, "I've been waiting to do that ever
since I heard you gave Philip that blow job. There are still traces of
his cum's taste in your mouth."

"Wow, you can remember the taste of my own mouth?" I asked with
astonishment.

Smiling I knew he was gonna make a joke of it, "Yeah, it actually tastes
better now without all that bad breath inside of it." He kissed me,
again.

It was my turn to break the kiss, `Hey, I'm supposed to be mad at you,
get off of me," I said with mock anger.

"Aw, I'm sorry that I used Philip, but can you tell me you didn't enjoy
sucking the poor boy's dick? It must have been great to have a person
cum in your mouth, other than me, of course," he said. We ran down to a
cliff where a giant cove was at. This place had no usual visitors since
we knew that this was a secluded area with palm trees and giant ferns
everywhere.

Then, the idea hit me, "Hey, I have a suggestion on how you can make it
up to me and Philip. I was gonna tell you this when I was going to meet
you at your house, but this way I get to have my turn with you. Well,
first, to properly apologize to Philip, your gonna let him do anything to
you."

Sighing he said, "Why? I didn't do anything wrong, he likes to suck
dick. He's a grade A cocksucker. If he wanted to do you, why should I
take the blame?"

"It's not that, he didn't give me a blow job since he's clearly in
love with you. I can see it in his eyes when you walk by. He produces
that same goofy look that I do when you wake up to find me staring at
you. That coy clearly loves you and you treat him as your trusty lap dog
that will bark whenever you tell him too. That's not right Matt and you
know that. If that's how you treat other people then we can't be
together."

"Well, well, well. It looks like quiet boy has a back bone. I like that,
you giving me an ultimatum. But, I want you, and sorry to sound cliche,
but I do get what I want." His face didn't seem to hold the look of
anger but of surprise.

"Matt, that's not you. Drop the front. I've seen how nice you can be.
We're alone, show me your true self. This, what your doing, is not the
person that I fell in love with. Call me corny but I want you back."

"All right, I'll treat the boy with respect, and be his little boy toy
for tonight. But, if he more than cums in my mouth I will bitch-slap him
back to his little den." he said with a tone that didn't give me proof
that he was joking.

"Matt," I said impatiently.

"I'm sorry, but I don't do that to anyone but to people that I love or
really like."

"Yeah, he told me that. You didn't speak to him for an entire month?!
Now, that was harsh."

"Month? It was only two weeks."

"It does seem reasonable. How would you like it if you couldn't speak to
me?"

"Yeah, it would seem longer than it really is. I have to apologize for
that. He was just doing what nature built him to do. It was an added plus
that his cum didn't leave a bad aftertaste."

"Yeah, his cum does taste good doesn't it? It kinda tastes like . . .
Brian." I said accidentally slipping out.

He turned his eyes away, he was still touchy about the subject. He
didn't say a thing for a few minutes. He seemed to be thinking things
out, "Yeah, about that. The Oracle didn't do what he said. I still feel
the love that I have for him. It's still there. A part of me wants to
talk with him about that, but I can't. Well, past is the past right?
You're my present and future. So tell, me, what are we gonna do?"

Glad he asked that, I picked up my bag, showing it to him, "We're gonna
perform a little fantasy of mine. We have all the time in the world,
thanks to Mr. Price."

Having a apprehensive look on his face, he asked, "What fantasy? What do
you want me to do that your dirty, little mind of yours?"

Out of the little bag, "Well, don't think of me as a kind of weird or
crazy person," I pulled out some rope, "but I wanna tie you up and then
tease you, something we haven't done yet." Almost begging with my eyes,
I knew that sooner or later I would be able to chip away this wall of
pride he has set up. That's one of the things, not of many, that I would
want to change about him, his pride. There are other things like, the way
he treats people as if toys, his homework, and his dick, from soft to
hard. Still, I was able to beak part of it, as he let me cum in his
mouth. Philip told me that he never let anyone do that, with the
exception of me.

Still, he seemed uneasy about the idea, "Uh, I don't know . . . I don't
like to be dominated. I would be doing something I don't normally do,
what do I get if I do it?" This time he was serious, he wanted something.
I guess, I would have wanted something too, but I wouldn't have just
blurted it out.

Fed up with this, including the feeling of pain within my pants, I said,
"All right, what do you want?"

Matt started to smile, "Well . . . you know. You know what I want." He
grabbed my ass.

"OH! You want to fuck me? Sure!"

"Well, not only that," he started, "I want an orgy, with you, Mike,
Steven, Philip, Kyle, me, and anyone you want to bring into I, plus this
mystery guy I want."

"Um," I was hesitant. "Dude, that is so not happening. You know how I
feel about . . . group sex. I don't exactly feel for it, its just too .
. . impersonal."

"Fine then, the thing you want," he came close to me and whispered in my
ear, "is so NOT gonna fucking happen."

Oh, no, I was losing him, "All right, all right! We'll have to orgy if
they all agree, if they don't, your fucked, but even if they don't do
it, we still do my idea, all right?"

He was almost jumping, "Yea, sure, you don't have to worry about that.
But ground rules, you can do anything that you want to do with out
hurting me, and you can't do anything that I say you can't do that
doesn't include teasing me, okay?"

"All right, you've got my interest peaked, who's the mystery guy?"

"Curtis."

"All right, what do we know about Curtis? Is he a gigolo? Like, does he
wear a really shiny shirt?" I love joking around with this boy.

"No! He wears cotton. Taller than you, dumb as a bone, and totally hot.
Enough of the interrogation, let's get to the teasing."

"But really, what are we gonna do? Go up to them and say, `Hey we're
gonna have an orgy. Wanna come with?' Yeah, I can see that, in the
split-second it would take for them to punch me out."

"Not necessarily, we've done it before when we were in sixth grade. I'm
sure that they've gotten past that, `Ew, that is so gay!' phase."

That I wanted to hear. I took him to a coconut tree, that was bended by
the typhoons, so it hung, at most, two feet above his head. I took off
his shirt. Tying him to it, so his hands hung above his head and he
dangled in the air (his toes barely touched the sand), I told him, "So,
this doing anything for you?" I tied his feet together, although I knew
if he got to rowdy, it wouldn't help me any if he wanted out. *Before I
continue, I apologize for the use of the word rowdy.*

"Ow, not so hard, it pinches, and maybe, I don't know yet. What else do
you got in that bag of your's?" he asked.

"No, you can't know yet, that's my secret. But don't worry you'll
know sooner or later." I started to lick his nipples, grazing them a
little with my teeth. He started to moan, I was getting to him. Knowing
that he wasn't fully turned on yet, I went for the kill. Taking off his
jeans, I took his cloth covered, flaccid dick into my mouth, eliciting
groans and moans from him. It wasn't flaccid long, well, short. I don't
know, but just forget it.

"Oh . . . uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh, Mark, nnnnnnnnooooooo, you're hurting me."

"Aw, you fucker, you know I'm not doing anything yet, just for that, you
don't get to cum, unless I let you. Now, would I let you?" I brought him
back in my mouth. I know I'm not as good at this as Matt or any other
person, but I can still try.

Pulling down is boxers, I gave his dick a little kiss. I looked at it,
eye to eye, ignore the pun, as it throbbed. I held it, feeling his heart
beat through his staff. It was amazing the sounds that I was able to
extract from him, from high pitched vocalizations, to low, guttural
groans and moans. Starting with the usual slow motioned, sluggish,
movement of my hand. Covering his dick head with my mouth, barely even
touching it, I started to growl, deciding to send sound waves to help me.

It worked, "Oooooohhhhhh! Where did you learn to do that? Whoa, I should
try that somettttttttttttiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmeeeeeee!!!!!!!!! God,
that's so hot."

Yup, I was learning, "Science class, sound waves? You would know if you
stayed awake long enough to pay attention, hehe, basketball." It was one
of the jokes in that class. Once a guy fell asleep inside Mr. Bordeaux's
class. Well, let's just say he was on a basketball, that was on his
desk, and later the ball ended on the floor with telling said guy.

Getting on with it, I brought out a tube from the bag, lube. Flashing it
to him he started to whine, "N-no, you know I'm not a bottom, Mark.
Please, don't. This is rape, you can't do that."

"Fine, then, if you don't want to do this, I'll stop. But before I go,"
I took out a bottle of honey, "little gift from me, to the . . . ants."
Pouring it all over his cock, balls, and his asshole, I got up and tried
to leave.

"No! Please you can't leave me here, your not vindictive, its not your
style. Precise, it lacks poetry."

Dumb fucker, he knew my weakness, "Well, not actually, what rhymes with
itching? Or bitting? Or swelling? Can you explain what happened to all
the guys in gym?"

His eyes widen, of the fear that I would actually leave him here. What?
Me do that? No! Would I?

"Aw, come on Mark, please, do anything but don't do that, it was part of
our deal, remember?"

Yeah, I remembered, its was burned to the back of my head, along with the
image of Matt's dick. All that I have to do is get him to let me fuck
him, which shouldn't be very hard.

I put the lube back in the bag, give Matt a sigh of relief. Too bad, that
sigh would go up his ass in a few minutes. After a few minutes trying to
get his precum running, I took out more rope. Tying one end of the rope
to another tree, I used the other end to wrap around his dick, keeping it
in place. Looking at his dick now, I just noticed how angry it seemed.

"Mark, suck me off. God, your mouth is so hot and wet, geez, just finish
me off," he barked.

A small pool of the sweet pubescent honey was all over the sand, which
made it harder for me to not just jump his bone or boner. His cock was
sticking straight out, pointing at a 45 degree angle.

I moved behind him. Carefully taking watch of his sweet ass, I gave him a
slight whack, "Did that hurt?"

Scoffing, but with a slight tint of weakness, "Hell, no. If you want to
do that, you gotta do it harder."

All right, if he wants to do it this way, "Bored now. It's no fun when
there isn't any screaming." I went up to his ear, "Puppy wanna play?"

"No, that'll hurt, and your fun will be all over!" he shrieked.

"Aw, man! All right, let's get on with it. Hey, as long as I don't hurt
you, I can finger fuck you," I realized.

It was true, and from the look of Matt's face, he knew it was, too. Then
he, out of thin air, frowned.

"Come on, you know I won't hurt you. Wait a minute, this sounds all too
familiar. Come on, you know you want to," I recited what I said last
night.

"Okay, but if I don't like it, pull out," he said.

I nodded.

Matt smiled.

Without further notice I pulled out the lube and smeared the salve on my
index finger. It was harder to do this with his hands tied and with him
standing, but I had my finger lubed and ready, so I just tried it this
way. Spreading his smooth ass cheeks, which was trembling from either
fear or excitement, I made contact with his anal orifice. I couldn't
really see what it looked like, from our present position, but soon
enough I hope I might. Commencing the initial penetration was much easier
than I would have expected. With a gyrating motion I was able to enter
the tip of my finger, just about the nail, entered him, evoking a groan.
"Am I hurting you?"

"No chance, you can never hurt me, no one can," he uttered.

"I will break away your pride, you know that?" I muttered. "This might
hurt, would you want me to go on . . . wuss?" I knew that this would get
him going, he didn't even take it when someone called him dick.

"Do it," he said breathlessly.

Needing no further proclamation, I shoved what I had into him, till I had
more than half way in. Then nothing more than a grunt came from Matt.
Don't wanna sound like a cliche, but he's a survivor. I started to jab
for the point I wanted, staring at Matt's face to look for the right
expression. It took a few tries to get it right, but when it did, I knew
that Matt was not a grade A top. He hissed through his teeth,
"Yessssssssss, what the hell was that?"

As soon as he said that, I pulled out completely, "Good. Now that we know
you like it, I'll stop."

"Why, you little asshole," he accused.

Getting in front of him, I took him in my mouth again, tasting the bit of
honey that was left, but this time wrapping my hand around his ass so I
could reach his orifice. Matt's facial expression turned from amusement
to excitement. The warmth that was in my mouth was making my own dick
throb so hard I took him off my mouth and stood up. It looked like he was
gonna object, "Don't worry, my dick's just too worried that it's being
left out. Plus, if I don't get it out I'll ruin my jeans," I said as I
directed his sight toward the small wet spot of my pants.

Having my dick cramped up in such a small space gave me such relief as I
let it bounce about, dripping my precum wherever gravity saw fit.

On with the obstacle that I set forth. Getting down on my knees I took
him back into my mouth. Looking up at Matt, I waited for him to--there it
was, his gaping mouth. Before he could either moan, wail, groan, or cry
out, I pushed my whole finger within him. He tried to kick away from me,
but with the help of the ropes, they kept him under control. He swallowed
his breath of air, choking it on the way down.

"Uggggggggggghhhhh!" he bellowed. But other than that he made no sign of
me to conclude me task.

Finding the small pebble shaped gland, just the touch pulled away every
doubt that I was just in it to give him pain. Touching that same spot
with such force, then pulling away in just a split-second, he continued
to squirm. I released the strong clamp I had on his dick, and just
lightly touched his skin with my tongue and lips. With my free hand I
caressed his tightened balls. I listened to the waves of the ocean, it
kept s reasonable beat, so I used that one on Matt's dick.

"Ugh, uhhhhhhh, oh, fuck!" Each time he said something, it was due to the
`touch.'

I let go of hiss dick and went to the balls, taking one in for about a
minute to warm them up. After I while I started to suck just his balls
and kept up my jabbing in his ass. I couldn't get both of them in my
mouth since he they were pulled tight against his body, but I had full
view of his dick. It was slick with precum and my saliva, sticking out of
his black bush. Even though I was bigger, but just by an inch, it still
surprised me how big this boy is. I loved his dick, it wasn't like most,
it didn't have many veins, and just looked perfect.

"Come on, Mark! Lay off my balls and go for the real thing!" he yelled
through his hisses.

I dropped everything I was doing, "Just for that," I got behind him,
positioning myself so that the tip of my well slicked dick was touching
his sphincter. He knew I wasn't gonna enter him so he didn't say a
thing. Should enter him? Would he want me to yet? No, of course he
didn't want it yet.

Stroking his orifice, he said, "Don't do it." So I didn't.

From my position, I too hold of his dick, slowly jacking him off. Taking
a glob of his natural lube, I smeared it on his asshole, "How does it
feel to have something that you just expelled enter you again?"

Exhibiting a smile, "Interesting. Hurry up and finish me off."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Let me fuck you," he ordered.

"What makes you think I'm gonna do that? It's still my turn, now what
do you want me to do?" I taunted.

"To give me relief," he said blushing.

Using my finger tips to scratch annoying shocks on his dick, "What do you
want me to do?"

"Ughhhhhh! To suck me off!" he yelled.

Doing the same thing again, "What do you want me to do?"

Then he got it, he whispered, "To fuck me."

Taking hold of his balls, I pulled them down, to provide a slight shock
of pain, "What was that? Speak up, Matthew."

Groaning, "Oh god! Fuck me already! Take your dick and put it in my ass,
just do something!" he begged. It was amazing that I could do that to the
heartthrob of the school.

"That's better, and don't worry it won't hurt that bad. I'll be
careful. I just screamed last time because you entered me dry," I
explained.

Picking up the lube I flicked up the triangle shaped cap and squirted
some on top of my dick. I just loved the way it dripped around my dick as
it melted. This is the same bottle that I use to jerk off, not that I
need too any more. Even before Jean was really just a dick tease, Matt's
real.

So as my dick was prepped and I knew that Matt as loose as he was gonna
get with out actually having my dick in his ass, I touched the tip to his
sphincter again. "Matt, I'll try not to hurt you. But for the head, I
might have to. The head is the hardest to get through, if I go too slow
it will hurt much more than its meant to be. So if I just pop the head
in, you won't mind?"

"Just do it, please," it was more of a request than an order. When I
began I quickly figured out that in this position, it will be very hard
to do this, so I untied him. It would be much better for both of us if I
see his face if I do this, but first I have to get him in the right
point.

I directed him so that he was on his knees on the sand, facing the ocean.
This was a better way to do it, if I hurt him too much he can pull away.
Positioning it with his hole was the easy part, getting it in took
concentration and perseverance.

When I first touched the head with his asshole, he asked, "Is it in?"

"No, not yet, shh, its ok," I said. What I wanted to say is, `What? It
just barely touched!' but I knew that he was expecting this to hurt, so
I had to sooth his nerves.

Now is, the best time to begin. Going ever so slowly, I pushed. The
resistance was too strong, then it hit me that he was tightening his
sphincter, "Matt, calm down, it'll just hurt more if you try and fight
it."

I didn't expect him to loosen up so quickly so I kept up the pressing
motion, but he did and the head popped in all of the sudden, "AHHHH!
Owwww! Oh, god." I was expecting him to move forward and pull away, but
he didn't.

"I'm sorry! I didn't think you would do that so quickly," I said and
began to pull out.

"No! Don't, just stay still. That's what those stories said," he
explained.

Our breathing rapidly paced, and I did what he said in silence. Leaning
on his back, I took his dick in my hands. Surprisingly, he maintained his
erection. Slowly jacking him, I asked, "How's it like to not be a
virgin?"

"Interesting, the thing about have someone's dick up your ass is
something I never wanted to experience. Well, until now."

"Matt, what did you mean about stories?"

"I guess now is the best time to tell you. Well, it began when my
brothers asked me to `play' with them. I guess you know where I'm
going here, as Philip already told you? Anyways, Gerald told me that he
wanted me to do something for them. He asked me to suck them off, and I
did, almost every day," he said.

"But that's child abuse!" I yelled, getting angry. I stopped jacking him
off and started to tease the head, bringing more precum out of it with
each swipe of the finger.

"No! It wasn't like that. First they did me, sucking me off that is, and
then they asked if I wanted to do them. At first I didn't want to, and
they left it. The next few nights I laid awake in my bed wondering about
it, and it kept pounding at my head so hard that I never got any sleep.
Well, I decided that if I was gonna get anywhere I better try it. Next
thing they knew I was under their covers with my head bobbing up and down
between their legs at the same night. I'm alright now, do you wanna go
on?" he asked.

"Yeah, but do you wanna go on with the story, you haven't finished it
yet," I said. I went to it, pushing more of me in him. The feelings were
astounding, all I felt was red, searing, heat traveling through him to
me. After I got in about half of the way, I stopped because of the
resistance. I can see why he asked if I was in yet, this thing was harder
than it looks. "How does it feel?"

"Thanks, that was beginning to be a pain in the ass, pun intended. It
feels weird. I just feel full. Alright, back to the story. After they
woke up, and I had both loads in my mouth, `I asked them how did I do?'
I was about 11 years old that time so I still had my goofy grin. Well,
they told me that it was one of the best blow jobs that they've ever
gotten. I asked them if I could do it again, but they were satisfied and
they didn't try to do it again that night. I guess in the end they
thought what they did was wrong, but not really, I wanted to join in.

"Soon enough I was asking them to do me again, but they said no. They
said that if I wanted to cum that bad, I should jack off. I actually
learned it from them. They gave me stories that they've printed from a
website, `nifty' or `nully' something like that, and that's when I
read about jacking off, blow jobs, rimming, fucking, and all that other
stuff. Why do you think I was reluctant to that torture shit? Get going,
I'm good."

Moving more, the resistance started to get more intense. As I pushed it
felt like my dick was gonna break in two. It wasn't like this when we
were with Brian. It must have been because he's tried this before. There
seemed to be a membrane that kept me from entering him. "Matt, I'm gonna
have to push harder, you ok with that?"

"Do it, can't be much worse than what we've already done," he replied.
He's precum was dripping much more than it had, and it was too much for
me to handle so I brought up a soaked hand toward his mouth. He didn't
take long to catch the movement.

Taking hold of his waist, I pushed with much more force, and soon enough
I broke through. After a few more minute of pushing I was all the way in,
my pubes touching his ass.

"Ahh! Wait, don't move, let me get used to this," he quickly said.

"Alright, now it's my turn to talk, what did you do with the stories? Do
you still have them?"

"Jacked off with them, and yes. That's not the only thing, remember that
thing I told you about all the guys and me? Well, I started them. I went
through each and everyone of them, some of them haven't even began to
cum, and sucked them off."

"But you never swallowed their loads?"

"Uh-huh!"

"But you did with mine?"

"Yup!"

"So you love me more?"

"Hell, yeah, their just friends, you true," he said. But I never
understood what he meant.

"Heh, you horny bastard, all you wanted was sex wasn't it? Well, when
we're alone tomorrow you're gonna show me those stories. Tonight
you've got a date. You all right now? Do you want me to continue?"

"You fucking liar, you want to continue but yeah, go ahead," he replied.

Smiling at his comment, I knew I was caught but at least he wants me to
go on. "Am I anywhere near the prostrate?" I asked.

"No, not yet. This is weird, I thought that I would hate this but it
actually isn't all that bad. Thanks, for trying to get in my pants," he
said he said with a laugh. Pulling out I felt the warmth of his opening.
I pulled out completely to his dismay, "Hey, why did you do that? It was
just starting to get good."

"Are you sure? A few minutes ago, you were whining that I will hurt you
if we do this. Now, your begging me to keep it in?! Well, you'll get
your chance, all I'm doing is switching positions. Do you mind getting
on your back?" I asked. "There's a towel in my bag."

"Thanks, it would be a bitch to have sand in my ass. Man, it was really
weird when you took your dick out of me," he said, bushing off the sand
from his knees and then laying down.

"Pick your legs up. Really, how so?" I asked re lubing myself.

Doing what I asked, he said, "Well, first it felt like I was just full,
then when you pulled out, I felt empty and all I wanted was you back in
me. I don't know why I'm so surprised I read the exact same thing in
one of the stories. I think it was the incest one, `Me and Dad' it was
written by this guy Tim Foure. I liked his writing, it was down to earth
and didn't go straight into sex, it had a plot. Enough talking fuck me
already."

God, I wish I had a recorder! I know a few of his friends that would love
to hear that, Philip mainly since I don't know the others much.

Getting in position, "How do you want it, eased in or rammed?" I asked
knowing that now that he's comfortable to my size, both would be
pleasurable.

"Ram it," he said with the look of lust in his eyes.

As I thrust it in I grunted, "Ugh, you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Keep going."

I found myself with in him again and went on with the pounding. Each of
my thrusts, were met with equal strength by Matt's pelvis. Matt was
getting into this, as sweat poured out of our bodies as buckets. The look
on his face knew that he was getting there with ear scrape of dick to
prostrate I caused. The feeling of a hot vice-like grip on my dick was
getting me to the point where you stepped over the line of pleasure to
pain. I needed to get off and so did Matt.

It took only a few more strokes before I lost it, brought over the brink.
I shot with a force that I've never felt before. Thrusting in time with
the spurts I ended on Matt's front. Soon after my cock softened I got
off of him, and laid down next to him, "Do you want me to finish you off
now?"

"Nah, I'm good," he said.

I looked at him to see that his dick was deflated and a pool of cum on
his chest which he was playing with, "You came, by just that?!"

"Yeah, I've read it on the stories but I didn't think it actually
happened. I'm glad it did, now that I know exactly what it feels like."
He wiped off the cum on another towel inside of my bag.

"So, you do me tomorrow?" I asked smiling, wanting to feel the same thing
that he felt. I had the eagerness of a child on his birthday, hoping to
get the most out of everything.

Matt looked at me and stared. Bringing up his hand, he brushed my cheek.
As insignificant as it was, it was one of the most passionate thing he's
done to me. "Let's rest here for a minute. We need to recharge and then
we can go. It's your choice now, cuddle or not?"

"What do you think?" I asked with a grin. I've always liked to cuddle he
knows that. He just did that to tease me. He came closer and soon his
legs were intertwined with mine, my arms around him, and his between us.

I never wanted this moment to end, it was more than having an orgasm,
this was bliss. I could do away with all the sex if I had to choose
between this and it. Luckily, I didn't have to. "You see? This is the
person that I wanted all along. You have to get over the fear of
dominancy. There's nothing wrong in showing that you can love. Matt, you
have to show that you truly have a heart. You've gotten passed that
point with me, try to do it with Philip. Like I said before, he loves
you. He can't help it. We're all slaves to our passion. You get it,
Matt? Matt?"

Looking down at him, I found that he was asleep. I really wore him out.
Uncoiling our legs I went over to the shore. I needed to get this feeling
of stickiness off of me. I mean, I love his cum and all, but I don't
like to have it plastered on my body. Jumping in, I quickly settled near
a sunbathing rock. It's what we call on of those rocks that stick out of
the water like in the little mermaid. Sure I can float on my back in the
water but I just wanted to rest a bit.

After my dip, which lasted about 10 minutes, I found Matt dressing up.

He was fiddling with his shirt's button, "Hey, why didn't you wake me
up? I need to get back to the school. I always meet up with Steven after
school. He's gonna think something's up when he finds I'm not there.
You don't mind if I take off?"

"No, but remember, Philip will be at your house tonight at eight. If I
find out that you don't do as he says, you won't get what you want,
ever." I don't get why I even bother saying that, I always go back to
him.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be there," he replied. "Listen, I need to go now. You
going back?"

"Yeah, wait up," I called to him, grabbing my bag. "Why do you need to
meet Steven every day?" We entered the building, I noticed that school
hasn't even ended yet. The hallways were not crowded as most times they
are. "Well, why do you need to meet Steven every day?!" I repeated.

"Well, I hope you don't mind, I mean, I'm satisfied with you, but we
always jack off together after school. I like him, it's like having a
twin jacking off in front of you."

He was right.

Steven was the same height as Matt, he had the same hazel eyes, but brown
hair. They were built the same, but Steven was more muscled and Matt was
lean. Steven was the second person that I want to have in bed with. I
wish I could get a chance, but Matt's not one to share. He didn't even
like that Brian and me were getting along so well. He could be selfish
sometimes but other times he could be as loving as a pup. Even though I
knew I wouldn't even get a chance to touch him if Matt had any say so.

Still, I had to try, "Matt, would you mind if I asked you to share Steven
with me one day?"

"Yeah, next week. Remember your promise? We have an orgy with the rest of
the guys. You promised!"

Oh, yeah! I pretended that I was just teasing him, "Of course, I'm just
kidding."

Out of the blue the bell rang, making us jump with fear. We split so not
to seem suspicious. That's the last time I saw Matt that afternoon. I
hope he was having fun.



TBC



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