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I called Megan on Friday night after putting it off ten times. Where my confidence went I don't know. I dialed, and it seemed like the phone rang forever before she answered. "Hello." "Hello, Megan. This is Matt Spence."
"Well, what a surprise. You're the last person I expected to hear from."
"I'm full of surprises."
"No argument there. What do you want?"
"Do I have to want something to call you?"
"Yeah. I'm sure you didn't call to just chat. My first guess would be you called to tell me to leave Thomas alone."
I didn't say anything for a couple of seconds. "No. No. I'm...I'm wondering if you'd like to go out sometime?"
"Did I hear you right? You want to go out with me?"
I thought I heard a quiet excitement in her voice.
"Yes. I want to go out with you. I know you're getting together with Thomas on Saturday, but how `bout going to a movie on Sunday?"
She didn't answer at first. "What are you up to?"
"Nothing. I've been watching you, and I'd like to go out with you. Is there anything wrong with that?"
"So, do you want to go to a movie on Sunday?" Again, no answer, so I continued. "You said you and Thomas are just friends, so what's the big deal? I actually want to go out with you. Thomas, well, he's just being Thomas."
"Aren't you gay?" she asked.
"What do you think?"
"I'm not sure. I know you dated Gina Lockhart, but after everything that was in the papers and all the time you spend with Andy Gibson, I figured you were."
"None of that really matters, Megan. I'm asking you out. Do you want to go out or not?"
"Yeah. I do. You just surprised me is all."
"Let's catch a matinee at two-thirty. Hunger Games is showing."
"Uh, okay. Are you sure?"
I could tell she wanted to go, but she was suspicious. "Megan, do you want to go or not?"
"Yes. I'd love to. It's just a big surprise."
"I'll pick you up at one-thirty."
"You'll need to check in at the gate. I'll leave your name. See you at one-thirty. And thanks."
Thanks? That was a good sign. She acted like I was doing her a favor, when in fact, she was doing me a favor. So I finally had a date with Megan. I couldn't believe I had the balls to ask her out. I didn't have the courage to call and tell Andy. I sent him an email late that night, hoping he wouldn't get it until the morning. This was one of the reasons I didn't want to make a commitment; there was still too much living to do and worlds to explore.
I wasn't sure what I planned for our date. In fact, I was nervous as hell. What if she wanted to have sex? Would I get turned on? Would my dick get hard? I had no idea. But I guess I'd find out. Sex wasn't the reason I was asking Megan out. Well, not exactly, but she was attractive and sexy. There was something about her cockiness and confidence that impressed me. Although, she sounded both pissed off and unsure of my reasons for asking her out.
Despite everything that had happened in my past, I did have a certain amount of status on campus. Not as much as I had, but I'd done pretty well in football, and while I wasn't the junior class president, I did run and came close to winning. Megan was only a sophomore and that helped. It wasn't rocking the cradle, but the difference between a junior and a sophomore could seem like the distance across the Grand Canyon. So in a way, I had an advantage.
I'm not sure if I'd have felt this way if I hadn't done and experienced all the things I had. I was doing my best to be humble and confident at the same time. Anyway, I had a date for Sunday, and I was excited about that.
I got an email late Friday night from Matt. He apologized for getting a hold of me so late, but wanted me to know he had a date with Megan. My heart sunk a little. Thomas and Colt were going to Zoe's to hang out, and now Matt had a date with Megan on Sunday. It made me feel like shit.
I wrote him back. "Let's go out to the pond tomorrow night. Just because you have a date with Megan, doesn't mean we can't fool around."
He must have gone to bed because he didn't write back.
I checked my email first thing in the morning. Still no answer so I called him. He didn't answer. I became frantic. It was one thing to have Matt talk about dating other people, but it was scary when he actually decided to go through with it. I wasn't going to let him avoid me, so I went to his house.
I could see his mom and dad sitting at the dining room table through the open blinds as I came up the walk. They motioned for me to come in and gave me their usual friendly greeting and pointed toward Matt's room. His door was open, so I walked right in. He was sitting at his desk with his back to me. "What, you don't answer my email or my phone calls anymore?"
He turned around. "I was busy."
"Since when are you too busy to answer my calls or return my emails. You're a coward!"
"Calm down. It's just a date."
"You think that's what I'm upset about?"
He laughed. "Of course. Don't act like it's something else."
"It is something else. You didn't answer my emails or the phone calls."
"I don't remember you getting this upset when I didn't answer an email or your phone calls before. So it has to be my date with Megan that's bothering you."
He had me there. "Okay, I admit it. But you could have still answered. Do you want to go out to the pond this evening? There's a good chance no one will be there at night."
"I can't, Andy. I have to save my sperm for tomorrow. Maybe Megan and I will go out to the pond."
That pissed me off even though I knew that was his intention, and he succeeded. "You're not going to screw anyone. You like my ass too much to stick your dick in some unfamiliar hole."
He smiled. "But Andy, like you always say, girls are self-lubricating; we won't even need any lube."
"Very funny, Matt. Megan won't have hot abs like mine. It won't be the same. No cock to suck. You'll be lost."
I sat on his bed and he sat beside me. "Andy, I know this is new ground for us, but change is a part of life. You've been out with girls. You've had sex with girls. I haven't, and I want to. Can you understand that?"
"So you're just going out with Megan for sex?"
"Of course not. But maybe it's possible in the future. She's nice looking and has a lot of spirit. I really like that."
I moved away from him and turned toward him. "But she's only a sophomore."
"You were only a freshman when you lost your virginity. Since when do you worry about that kind of shit?"
"Well, uh...uh...I think I'm jealous."
"Dr. Walker must have had an effect on you. I can't imagine you ever admitting something like that before."
I began rubbing his dick through his pants. "I'd say anything for a little of this."
He got up, locked the door, and on his way back to the bed said, "Well, let me test your honesty. So you're saying that if I let you blow me, you won't be jealous, and you'll be happy for me. Agreed?"
"That's not fair," I whined.
He headed toward the door and I said, "Okay. I agree."
He laughed. "Some people will do anything for a little cock."
"Well, in your case it is a little cock."
"Fuck you, Andy," he said as he stripped and laid on his back with his cock in the air.
It actually wasn't that small – a normal six inches. I probably had an inch on him. We were only sixteen, so who knew what we'd be like when we were in our twenties. Matt put his hands behind his head and waited. "Hurry up, Andy, I can't stay hard forever. And don't forget, you promised not to be jealous."
I hesitated. "I'm not sure I can keep that promise."
"Okay, then," he said as he climbed under the bedspread.
"I was only being honest. But I'll give it my best because you're my best friend and in our own crazy way we love each other."
He drew back the bedspread and let his beautiful cut cock stand at attention waiting for my lips and tongue. I was glad to oblige.
I stripped and Matt said, "Hey, you said you wanted my cock. You don't get anything more."
"You're such an asshole, Matt."
"Hey, a deal's a deal."
I got on the bed and put my crotch in Matt's face. "Just checking your self-control, Matt." I grabbed a hold of his cock and kissed all around the tip before licking it and then taking it into my mouth.
"Fuck, that feels good, Andy."
I bobbed up and down, licked the shaft and then kissed it again. "I love your cock, Matt. Can't you tell by the way I kiss it so tenderly and with love?"
"Yes I can. But quit talking, and give it enough love so I can show my appreciation by coming down your throat."
"Your wish is my command." I sucked it deep and went all the way down time and again, making slurping noises as the head slipped in and out of my mouth. I felt his tongue on my dick, and I was sure he was going to reciprocate, but he just teased me. "You're an asshole, Matt. Suck my cock."
"Nope, we had a deal, and you're doing such a fucking good job, I don't have the strength to suck your cock."
I moved my hips around so my dick rubbed against his lips as I continued working on his cock. "Andy, I'm going to cum. Keep going."
Of course, those were just the right words to get me to stop.
"Come on, Andy. Don't make me suffer."
I kissed the tip of his cock over and over, making it impossible for him to cum. I licked the sides and avoided the sensitive spot on the tip of his cock. Matt was panting and moaning. "Come on, Andy. Suck me. Make me cum."
He began twisting his hips and slapping my ass. "Make me cum, damn it."
I kept kissing and toying with his cock until finally I was almost ready to have his cum in my mouth. But I still wasn't going to make it easy on him. I began gently licking the sensitive part of his cock while sitting down hard on his chest so he had to struggle to rub his cock against my mouth so he could cum. I pulled back every time he tried. "Damn it, Andy," he gasped. "Make me cum."
"All in good time, my friend."
My cock was throbbing with desire, so I lifted my ass off his chest. "Matt, take it in your mouth, and I'll make you cum." He did like he was told, so I took his cock in my mouth and sucked on it until I felt it stiffen. It started pumping cum into my mouth.
He started speaking, so my cock fell out of his mouth. "Oh shit, Andy. Damn, you're such a good cocksucker. Oh. Oh. Fuck. Damn. I don't think it's ever going to stop."
He was right. He kept pumping cum in my mouth as I came all over his chest. My cock was ready even though he'd quit sucking it.
I went limp and just laid on top of Matt with my ass in his face. Neither of us moved while we caught our breath. Eventually, he shifted his hips. "Get off me, Andy."
I sat up on his chest then stood with my feet straddling his hips before lying down beside him. "I love you so much, Matt, that I hope you have a wonderful time with Megan. Just don't forget who your best friend is and what great blowjobs he gives."
I had ulterior motives when I gave Matt the blowjob. Yeah, I told him I wouldn't be jealous, but I knew damn well there wasn't any way that was going to happen. I'm not sure if he knew it and took advantage of me or not, but when he was on his date, I wanted him to be thinking of that blowjob if he was tempted to do anything with Megan. I also reminded him that with me he could have it anytime he wanted, and he didn't have to worry about me getting pregnant. All he said was, "You're getting ahead of yourself." Then added, "You said you wouldn't be jealous."
Colt couldn't sleep Friday night because he was so excited about going to Zoe's. He had no idea what he thought was going to happen. He wasn't thinking about sex as much as going into their gated community, swimming in their pool, playing pool, and watching TV in her game room.
Thomas didn't sleep either, but for different reasons. All he could think about was how excited Colt was. The same quote kept running through his head: "If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it's yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never meant to be." It was so easy to say, but much harder to live. He slept for a half an hour or so and then woke with pictures of Colt and Zoe and then Colt and Andy running through his head.
Finally he fell into a fractured sleep, having a dream that eventually woke him. Zoe, Megan, Andy, and Colt were in a sex orgy in the grass at the edge of the pond. Colt was being fucked by Andy, while Megan was sucking Colt's cock, and Zoe was deep tonguing Colt. And just like in the foursome he'd had with Andy, Matt, and Randy, they switched positions on Andy's command. Colt was soon fucking Zoe and sucking on her tits, while Andy was screwing Megan. They'd switch, and Colt would have Andy's dick in his mouth, and Zoe had Colt's in hers. Megan had Andy's cheeks spread and was licking his ass and balls. Thomas woke up with a start.
He was sweating, so he pushed the covers off him and lay naked beneath the window in his room as a light breeze spread over his body. His dick was limp, and he was pissed. He kept telling himself: It's only a dream. Relax. Everything is going to be all right, as if he believed it. And then that quote came into his mind again. He sat on the edge of the bed with his feet flat on the floor, his elbows on his knees, and his head down. Fate, he thought.
his bike over to Thomas' so they could ride to Zoe's together. It was a five
Zoe had given Colt directions so they rode straight to her house. It was a large two-story beige house with a white picket fence around the front yard. The path to the front door was bordered by solar lights. A gardener was working in one of the flower beds. He looked up as the boys approached. They waved at him, and he waved back.
The door stood about three feet above their head and had a stained glass design of some sort covering the top half. Colt pressed the doorbell, which rang back with some kind of chimes. Zoe was there in seconds. She wore a short black and white striped cover-up over her swimsuit. A zipper ran down the front and there was a black bow at bellybutton level. The cover-up covered her arms, and the zipper was down about five inches so the top of her swimsuit could be seen.
Megan stood right next to Zoe, both of them wearing smiles. Megan wore a white lace cover-up with thick shoulder straps. The cover-up came down just below the bottom of the swimsuit. The two-piece suit could be seen through the lace of the cover-up. The sides of the cover-up were shorter than the front, so it exposed her tanned thighs.
Colt stared and didn't say anything. Thomas pushed him toward the girls. "Let's go in and get this over with."
"What kind of attitude is that?" Megan asked.
"You knew I didn't want to be here."
She shrugged. "Sometimes you just have to make the best of a situation. Colt looks happy."
Thomas shrugged. "He is. I don't think he slept much because he was thinking so much about coming here."
"How `bout you?" Zoe asked.
"Me? I slept fine. Just like a baby."
Zoe and Megan stepped out of the doorway and motioned for Thomas and Colt to come in. Their eyes got wide. There was a spiral staircase that went to the second floor, and a large crystal chandelier hung in the entryway. To the right was a formal dining room and to the left a tastefully decorated living room.
"Lunch is ready," Zoe said as she pointed to the kitchen.
The kitchen was down a short hallway at the back of the house and sat just inside a bay window that looked out onto the pool.
"Impressive," Thomas said.
"Ah, words of praise from the negative one," Megan said.
"You want to eat out by the pool or in here?" Zoe asked as she pointed at the dining room table.
"Out by the pool," Colt said.
Megan pointed at them. "Go out and sit at the table. Zoe and I will bring lunch out. Take your clothes off, and get comfortable."
Thomas and Colt gave each other a quick glance.
"You do have your swimsuits on, don't you?" Megan asked.
Colt blushed. "Yeah."
Thomas and Colt went out and sat at the round, white table. Colt stood and stripped off his clothes, folded them, and set them on the ground. He was wearing a dark blue speedo with a white stripe down the side. Thomas couldn't help but look him up and down. He turned toward the bay window and saw Zoe and Megan gawking.
"What the hell," Thomas finally said as he stood, took his clothes off, folded them, and put them on the end of one of the chaise lounges. Thomas wore black swim trunks with pockets. They were both proud of their bodies, and a certain amount of confidence showed as they sat in the chairs. Their skin was pale from lack of sun, but Zoe and Megan thought they were beautiful.
Megan brought out a big plate of bologna sandwiches. Zoe brought out glasses, plates, and a pitcher of lemonade
"We should get comfortable too," Megan said as she pulled her cover-up over her head and showed a beautifully shaped body with a bare, flat stomach. Zoe untied the black bow of her cover-up, unzipped it, and slipped it off by dropping it down her back and down her arms. Then she tossed it on top of Colt's clothes.
Colt swallowed hard.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. - Audrey Hepburn
Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumblebee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams. - Ashley Smith
Real beauty is to be true to oneself. That's what makes me feel good. - Laetitia Casta
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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events or locales, is purely coincidental and no slanderous intent is implied.