The next chapter will be the last Chapter of Knots 5. Knots 6, the final book, will begin sometime in May. In the meantime, I will publish a book I've already finished, called A Matter of Perspective. It's about a 14 year old boy who comes out to his family in a small Idaho town. It examines the consequences and actions he takes to deal with the rejection of his family and friends. I will publish a few chapters a week until finished.
It was strange at first calling Andy my boyfriend. We'd been friends for so long, having sex when we wanted and with whomever we wanted, and now we were exclusive. To be honest, it was a difficult adjustment at first.
We were both self-conscious the first time we had sex after becoming boyfriends. It didn't take long to get over it, but it was odd feeling that way. But we finally made real love. It all began the day he saw me standing at my locker with my head down. It was Wednesday of the last week of football practice.
"What's the matter?" Andy said. "You look like your best friend died, and I'm right here."
I gave him a small smile because there wasn't much more than that in me.
Andy patted me on the back. "Come by my house after school, and I'll take care of whatever's bothering you."
"I'm not sure that will help."
He massaged my shoulders. "Can't hurt."
That got a bigger smile out of me. This is what I've always loved about Andy; he can be so positive even when things were sometimes at their worst. At least, that's the way he was for others, but he wasn't always that way for himself.
He squeezed my right ass cheek. "See you in a bit."
I pushed his hands away and then heard, "Get a room," from Thomas.
"We plan to," Andy said. "My room."
"Sounds like the gay guys are planning on playing with each other's holes," Jackass Barnes said from around the corner.
"Jackass, why does it seem like you're always lurking around to find out what we're up to. Do you feel left out? We can take care of that if you'd like," Andy said.
"Fuck you, Andy. You're always a frigging wiseass."
"Are you actually calling me a wiseass? First of all, your name is Jackass. Second, you're the one who butted in where you're not wanted with your smartass remarks."
"I'm just curious why anyone would want to do the disgusting things you do."
"You could join
us. Maybe you wouldn't find it so
disgusting. It's just sex, after all."
"Yeah, sex between two guys. It's unnatural."
Andy smiled at Jackass. "Do you consider jerking off unnatural? After all, you're having sex with yourself. Isn't that guy on guy sex?"
Jackass shook his head. "Hell no. That's natural."
"A lot of churches believe it's a sin. So if you're jacking off, me thinks you might be going to hell."
"Fuck you, Andy. What do you know?"
A few other guys began to join the group.
"What's going on here?" Tim Garcia asked.
Jackass turned to Tim. "I was just telling these guys how disgusting they are."
Tim smiled. "I can't speak for you, Barnes, but I'd be willing to have any of these homos give me a blowjob anytime. It's only the dick-in-the-ass stuff that's gay."
"You know what, dumb shits," I said. "You're dumber than fuck. Anything you do with another guy is gay. So I guess you must be gay, Tim."
Tim stepped toward me. "Getting a blowjob's okay."
"How about laying naked in bed together?" Andy asked. "That's not even a blowjob. Sex organs aren't even involved. Is that acceptable then?"
"Well uh...uh, I'm not laying naked next to any guy."
"So that's gay, but getting a blowjob isn't. It appears to me that you have a double standard."
As usual, when these guys get backed into a corner, they either want to fight or leave, and in this case they chose to leave.
Tim said, "You guys are disgusting, and I wouldn't even give you guys the privilege of sucking me off." He turned to leave. "Anyway, I have better things to do than talk to a bunch of homos."
"Good," Andy said. "We have better things to do than talk to a couple of assholes."
"You can kiss our asses," Barnes added.
I gave Barnes a light shove. "I thought you said that was disgusting."
"Fuck all of you."
Andy moved toward Jackass, who backed away. "You keep talking about fucking us, Jackass. I think you must be gay."
Jackass must have decided he had enough. "Fuck off. I'm outta here."
"You know what I suggest, Barnes?" I asked and then answered my own question. "That you quit listening in on our conversations and stay on the straight side of the locker room." Andy and I were having some great foreplay when Barnes showed up. The squeeze on my ass cheek made my dick move in my pants. Jackass Barnes and Tim Garcia ruined any visions I had of lying naked in bed with Andy.
Andy put his hand on my shoulder. "Those assholes really have a way of poisoning a good day."
"Let's just do our best to ignore them. I'll come to your house as soon as I stop by my house and clean up a little."
Jason headed home that afternoon with a light heart because he thought everything had been settled. His mother greeted him when he got home with a smile and some cookies and milk.
"I'm not really hungry, Mom."
"Come on, baby. You need to keep your strength up."
"Mom, I'm not a baby."
"You're still my baby boy." She smiled. "Sit down for a minute. I want to talk to you." He sat as she set the cookies and milk in front of him. "Isn't Mr. Lynch the Gay-Straight Alliance advisor?"
"Why did you go to him instead of one of the counselors?"
"Mom, does it really matter? He's going to make sure that nothing happens to me in the future. You should just be happy."
"I am happy, but I was just wondering."
Jason gathered his thoughts. "I heard he was nice. I talked to him once before, and he just seemed like the right person to talk to."
"What did you talk to him about the first time?"
"Damn, Mom. Can't you just leave it alone?"
"Don't talk that way to me. It sounds so mean, and my baby's not mean." She pushed the cookies toward him. "Have one. I just made them."
"I told you I'm not hungry, and if I had an appetite, this whole conversation would have made me lose it."
She frowned. "The way you talk is so unlike you. Is there something you're not telling me? It seems like you're trying to avoid something."
Jason felt backed into a corner and decided a half-truth was best was to avoid further investigation. "I went to him because I thought I might be gay. Are you happy now?"
She patted his hand. "Your father already told me that you thought you might be gay and that you talked to that Andy Gibson, the boy in the bathroom. I just wanted to see if you'd be honest with me. You're not though, are you? Gay, I mean."
Jason shook his head. "No, Mom. I'm not gay," he said in an exasperated voice. "Are you happy now?"
She let out a sigh of relief. "Yes, but if you're not gay, why did you talk to Mr. Lynch again?"
"I told you. He's nice and was helpful when I talked to him the first time. Look how well he handled everything today. He did a good job, didn't he?"
"I guess so. I was pleased. Do you think he's gay?"
"I don't know and don't care. Does it really matter? He's doing his job, and that's all that's important."
"If he's gay, I don't want him to make you gay."
Jason laughed loudly. "Jeez, Mom, you worry about the damndest things. He's not going to make me gay. Don't forget the GSA stands for gay-straight alliance. There are both gay and straight people in it, and I've been thinking about joining as a straight person." "You'll do no such thing. Gay or not, people will think you're gay, and your father and I will have nothing to do with that. Do you understand?"
"What will you do?"
She paused in thought. "We'll decide that when your father gets home."
I dropped my things off after practice and jumped in the shower. I gave my ass some extra time before heading to Andy's. His mom gave me her usual friendly greeting and pointed toward Andy's room. He was laying on his bed wearing only his boxers. "What took you so long?"
"Maybe your dick leads you around everywhere, but I had to take care of a few things before I gave my dick the right of way." I paused. "By the way, that was the best comeback when you forced Tim to say getting a blowjob was okay, but laying naked with another guy wasn't. It got him all fucked up."
"I am cool that way, aren't I," Andy said with a big grin. "So don't just stand there, lock the door, get your clothes off, and let's lay naked together."
I locked the door, turned some music on, and began to slowly strip to the music. I unbuttoned my shirt and then opened it so my stomach and chest showed. My hands gently rubbed my nipples and then I inched my hand into my pants and grabbed my cock. Andy sat up on his elbows and smiled. "I like what I see," he said. "Take it off. Take it all off."
I slowly slipped my shirt off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Next came the buckle and then the buttons of my jeans which I let drop to the floor. "You're so fucking hot. I want you, Matt. You're the starting quarterback in my eyes. You can stick your hands under my ass and take my balls from center any day. You're my hero, my best friend, and my lover."
They were just the words I needed to hear. I was desperate for a boost of confidence, and as usual, Andy had a way of saying things that no one else could. He pulled his boxers off, and his dick stuck straight into the air. I stared at it and smiled as I slowly pulled down my own briefs and my dick popped out. He smiled. "Get your ass and cock over here."
I did as he instructed. "Let's lay together naked just for Tim," I said.
"Fuck, Tim. Let's lay naked together just for ourselves."
Our warm bodies touched, and our cocks kissed as we hugged and rolled over together with our legs and arms tightly wrapped around each other. I felt loved, and the two of us seemed like one in that moment. We'd had sex many times, but we'd never quite held each other like this before. We kissed deeply and let our tongues explore. Then Andy ran his tongue inside one ear and then the other. He blew into them before laying gentle kisses on my closed eyes. "I love you, Matt."
"I love you too, Andy. Really, really, really love you. You are my best friend and my boyfriend. I never thought I'd ever hear myself say that."
"I never did either."
He moved on top and we got into a 69 position and made love to each other's cocks. We were gentle with each other, taking them into our mouths, licking them, and going all the way down to the pubes in a slow loving fashion. I loved hard passionate sex, which was awesome, but that was more about sex than love. But this was the right way to do it at the right time. I could feel our love. It was more than sex. We were making love. He stuck his finger in his mouth and then pushed it gently into my hungry hole. He moved it around, touching everything he could find, including my prostate. Maybe this seemed disgusting to Tim, but he had no idea what he was missing. It was heaven. I lowered my ass so he could lick it with his tongue, and I moaned. "Andy, that's so fucking hot. Your tongue is a weapon of pleasure."
He coughed. "Shit, that sounds like something I'd say."
"Hey, I've learned from the best." I rolled the head of his cock in my mouth and massaged it with my tongue. "Your cock not as big as is used to be."
"Yours isn't either, but I'm doing my best to keep it big and hard. And no matter what, Matt, my cock will always be bigger than yours. But I'll always love it no matter its size. After all, it's a part of my boyfriend. I love saying that," he said as he rolled me on my back and then moved down between my legs and began kissing and licking my balls before rolling them gently in his mouth and spitting them back out. He licked his way up the shaft of my dick, took it in his mouth, and played with my balls. He moved from my dick to my bellybutton, sticking his tongue inside and then kissing it gently before licking his way to my mouth. "I love you, Matt." He gave me a gentle kiss on the lips and then rolled us onto our sides as he continued to plant soft kisses on my mouth without once sticking his tongue inside.
He kissed around my neck and then ran his tongue around in each of my ears. I can't explain it, but that's always been a big turn on for me. Andy always blew in my ears after he licked them, and it never failed to send chills through my body.
I felt so loved at that moment. After everything that had happened that summer and during football, this is what I needed or thought I needed. Andy and I had continued going to Dr. Walker, and because of him, I began to see Andy in a different way. He helped put everything into perspective, so to speak. So as we laid there together, our lives were one and our knots forgotten for a time.
"I want you inside me," I said. "I want you to fill me with that big dick of yours. We can tell Tim about it tomorrow at practice."
"Forget Tim, and get on your knees and forearms. I need to prepare your ass for the best fucking you've ever had."
I did as he said, and he quickly had his tongue in, out, and around my love hole. I whimpered in ecstasy. "As much as I want your beautiful cock in my ass, I'm not sure I want you to stop. Tough choice."
He stuck his tongue in my hole as deep as he could, then licked around it again. "Consider this foreplay," he said.
He continued for what seemed like ten minutes but it was probably less, before he lubed my ass and his dick and then slapped it on my hole, teasing it with the soft tip of his cock. I moaned again. He slipped his dick in a little at a time, and once inside, planted kisses on my back.
"You feel so good inside me."
"You haven't felt anything yet," he said as he began to move slowly in and out. He reached around and began jacking my dick. It felt so awesome having his cock in my ass and his hand on my dick. His rhythm picked up, and while we'd done this many times before, it seemed different this time. It was hard to explain, but the sex had gotten better each time since we'd become boyfriends.
Andy pulled out, rolled me on my back, spread my legs, and slid inside me again. I liked this position best because I could look at Andy's face, chest, and abs as he fucked me. I also loved it when he bent down and kissed me deep while he slid in and out of my ass. And when he wasn't kissing me, he was jacking my dick until I was close to coming.
"I want this to be special," he said. "Let's come together."
I loved coming together. I loved starting my climax while feeling Andy pulse inside me and empty his load in my ass. The biggest problem was always timing.
"Let's," I said as he slowed.
He leaned down and kissed me with love on his lips. He leaned back, and I rubbed his abs. I loved those abs and the ripple that I felt as I ran the tips of my fingers up and down them. He smiled down at me as he moved in and out.
"Let me know when you're close," he panted.
I began to jack myself until I started to feel a pleasurable feeling in the tip of my cock. I gasped at the sensation. "Are you close?"
He fucked me faster and then slowed down. "Yeah, I'm close. Real close."
He grabbed my cock and moved his hand up and down until I slapped his hand away. But it was too late. My climax started, and I tried to stifle my moans. "Fuck, Andy. I'm cumming."
"Me too. Shit, Matt. This was worth it. Fuck, oh...oh God. Yeah. Shit."
My cock was pumping cum on my abs and even on my face as Andy's cock pulsed and injected cum in my ass. "Shit, Andy. I love you. I really love you. This is so awesome. It is just what I needed. You're an awesome lover."
"That's because I love you, Matt."
He stayed inside me, laid his chest on mine, and looked me in the eyes.
I tilted my head up. "I know. It's taken me a long time to feel that love for you. It's so much different than when we were friends with benefits. I'm really in love." I kissed him. "I really love you."
Matt and I had the best sex after football practice. The love between us had grown since Matt decided to be my boyfriend. I could feel it every time we were together, but what I really noticed was that the love grew stronger over time. I wondered if it was like that with every couple. It seemed like love should grow and not dwindle. I thought about how people can fall out of love. Knots, I suppose. It didn't make any difference who we were. We all tie knots.
There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved. - George Sand
Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions. - Dalai Lama
Plenty of people miss their share of happiness, not because they never found it, but because they didn't stop to enjoy it. - William Feather
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