Date: Sat, 20 Sep 2003 09:12:13 -0700 (PDT) From: Matthew McKendrie Subject: matthew-mckendrie-chronicles Chapter 2 The following is a work of fiction. All characters, regardless of internal or external dialogue, are over 18 and fully consenting adults. All work is copyright of the author and no use other than personal is allowed. Matthew McKendrie Chronicles Chapter 2 - Matt and Jay Jack Off I looked over at Jay, his pants and briefs still around his ankles. His dick was now at full staff - grown to seven inches and the shaft now much thicker - his balls being pulled up by the lift. He was smiling again... "Not what you expected, huh"? I was starting to calm down a bit, mostly just sniffling and sucking air. "Shit, Jay. That crap hurts like hell. Why do you still let him do it"? Jay pulled his shorts up, still boned so he had to pull it so it was held agianst his stomach by the waistband. He then bent down to pull up his pants, wincing as he stretched his tender ass. "First off, shithead, how the fuck do you think I could stop him. Forty-seven may be old, but if he was any stronger when he played football he'd have made the NFL. If I ever got into it with him he could snap me like a fucking twig." "Jay, your dad would never hurt you". The ridiculousness of what I'd just said hit us both at the same time and we began laughing. "Hey Mattie, you want to cover that thing up"? I flushed as I realized I was still standing with my pants and underwear around my ankles and five inches of had-on pressed into my stomach. "Sorry". I bent over quickly to pull everything up and the pain in my ass caused me to shoot right back up. I grabbed both cheeks and thrust my hips forward causing me to loose my balance. As I fell backwards Jay lunged towards me and caught me by the shoulders. This action forced our groins together and my uncovered dick smashed into his clothed one. He was still hard as a rock and I got a bit lightheaded. "Dude, be careful. You hit your head on that table and we'll be dragging you ass to the hospital", Jay said as he pulled me back up. I quickly got it together and put my cloths back in place. "Thanks". Jay started out of the kitchen towards his bedroom and I followed. Once inside I closed his door behind us because I had a silly idea that my buddies hard on might mean something. Jay collapsed across his bed, laid out on his stomach and I plopped down beside him the same way. "What's the second thing"? I asked. "What the second thing, what"? "Back in the kitchen you said first, if you ever said no you Dad would kill you. What's the second reason you don't at least ask him not to hit you"? We'd never talked about this stuff before, but since I got it too, I thought it would be all right. "Well, what we got today is about as bad as it ever gets". Jay rolled on his side facing me so I did the same thing. "Nine whacks, bing, bam, boom, and its done. My ass hurts for about a half hour and he's back to being Dad. You know what it like when he's mad - the looks, the lectures. I mean, come on Matt, he's about the greatest Dad you could ask for. If everybody knew it would be one thing, but you're the only one who even knows it happens and you haven't told anyone. So I get a few whacks and things go back to normal". "Besides, what are the options? Fucking Masterson has been grounded just about every other weekend the whole year. He's missed half the parties and the whole basketball season. I'd take my Dad and his Big Black Belt any day. And Justin has a brand new BMW convertible he hasn't been able to drive for six months because of one warning ticket. That shit is wrong. I got a real ticket, had to pay a $60.00 fine and took nine licks. But I was driving your sorry ass around the same night." I don't know if Masterson or Justin would agree, but since I was beginning notice the pain in my ass dim, I kind of had to agree with Jay. My Mom, while not that strict, would take away privileges. I hated it when I couldn't surf or watch TV. In a way it made me feel much more like a kid than I did right then - right after having my butt blistered. "Yeah, you may be right". We settled back down on our stomachs and stayed quiet for a few minutes. I still couldn't get the sight of Jay's boner out of my head and that kept me full raging as well. Finally I just decided to ask. "Jay". "Yeah". "Why'd you pop a bone when your Dad whacked me? I thought you didn't like guys". He stayed quiet for a long time. So long that I thought he might be mad. "I don't like guys"; his voice was very quiet, very steady, like he was thinking. "At least not like you do." "Then why? I mean you didn't get one when he whacked you. But when I got it - POP." "I don't know Matt - I just did. Still do", he rolled back up on his side and the outline was pretty clear. "I don't much like having my ass beat, but I've been going to these sites on the Internet and I think I might like seeing other people getting it. I know I've always liked the idea of giving one. I even tried to smack Amber once, while we were making out. She giggled but then told me to stop. I kept that hard on till I got home". "You are one sick fuck," I reached over and smacked the side of his head. "Look who's talking. You like sucking dick," he put his whole hand in my face and pushed me backwards. "Correction, I want to suck dick, I haven't gotten to, but it seems like a perfectly respectable idea", we both laughed. My own dick was tenting the front of my pants and I really couldn't think of anything to make it go down. I wanted to jackoff so bad. "Dude, I'm still hard as hell." "Me too, but your not going to practice that dick sucking thing on me," he pushed me back again. "Well fuck, man, I thought you'd show me how", we were laughing and wrestling now, but I would grind into every time I got on top. Finally I couldn't take it any longer. "Fuck, Jay, I gotta jack off. This is too much". He rolled of me and looked straight at me. We'd never really done it together. We'd announce it - go into the bathroom - do it - come back and then the other would go in. But we'd never really seen each other's naked hard on until today. "Yeah, me too". I knew he was probably going to get up and go to the bathroom, but I was really into the idea of us watching each other so I just reached down and shucked my pants and underwear down, rolled onto my back and started in. Jay didn't take his eyes off me for at least two minutes. I guess he was thinking about it. Then he reached down and pulled his pants down. I stared at him while he jacked, but Jay kept his eyes closed. The sight of his big bone just pushed me farther and faster than I'd ever been. I watched as his balls slowly began to pull up into his body, the way his right hand pulled all the skin of his dick up, so he looked uncut for a nanosecond midway through each stroke. I matched him stroke for stroke, thinking of it being his hand on my dick. My breathing fell into rhythm with his and I felt myself on the verge of shooting. Finally he opened his eyes and looked right at me. He smiled a crooked little smile and then his stomach tensed up. So did mine. As we stared into each others eyes, intensely, we both began to shoot... and shoot... and shoot... both at the same time. We were quiet for several minutes, breathing heavily and staring at each other. It was Jay who broke the silence. "Damn, fuckwad, that was too intense". "Yeah". Comments or suggestions always welcome. stonehousellc@yahoo.com