Date: Sat, 29 Dec 2007 03:29:06 +0100
From: oh-boy@playful.com
Subject: Thanks for Tellin' 2

Hi folks, I had some problems with my email accounts, that's why it took a
whole to upload the new chapter. But you got lucky, I had enough time to
write two parts, so you get twice as much fun this time...

This story is pure fiction involving teenage boys who love each other and
fulfill their love. You know what's coming, don't tell me I didn't warn
you, so get out of here if you're too young (supposedly), too narrow minded
or if you got here by mistake!

Let me know at oh-boy@playful.com how you like my stories (in as much
detail as possible :-) ) and tell me if you want more. Enjoy!


Thanks for Tellin' - Part 2


When I woke up the next morning I immediately knew something important had
happened. I was naked, that was nothing new. My dick was rock hard and I
was covered in the sticky residue of last night's orgasm, that wasn't new
either. But I remembered that orgasm like no other before it. I wrapped my
right hand around my dick and rubbed a little, just to see what it felt
like. That immediately brought back the image of my new blond neighbor
doing the same thing on his bed.

Right then my mother called: "Dylan, are you up yet? If you want to have
breakfast with us you have to get down here quick." I didn't want to get up
yet. It was the second week of summer and it was only 9 am. I had fought
long and hard for my parents to just let me stay home for the summer. I had
been to camps the years before, that wasn't even bad, but this year I had
just wanted to stay home, do whatever I wanted. I was thirteen, I didn't
need someone to watch over me all day, and even though my parents both
worked during the week, I could look after myself for a few weeks. I had a
few small jobs lined up, mowing people's lawns and stuff, but mostly I just
wanted to live my life. My parents, who were really cool in most ways,
finally agreed. Not that I had given them much to worry about before. I was
actually a pretty good kid. So far...

Anyway, there I was awake, and after my mother had called me my initial
urge to start the day the way I had ended the previous one had gone down,
literally. So I got out of bed, grabbed the boxers and t-shirt that I had
originally wanted to wear to bed last night and never got round to putting
on, and after a quick detour to the bathroom I went downstairs for
breakfast. When I passed the window I saw that summer was doing its best,
the sun was out and it was going to be a hot day. I also saw that the blind
that had so unfortunately obscured my view last night was still drawn. So
my basketball jock was probably still sound asleep after the exertions I
imagined him going through last night.

At breakfast my mother told me that they were going to be out most of the
day. It was Saturday so they didn't have to work but they were going on
some errand. I only half listened, my thoughts wandering next door most of
the time. I was trying to figure out how I could manage to meet the
Graham's grandson without making a complete fool out of myself. I was
usually ok with people. I wasn't the most popular guy in school but I had a
few good friends and didn't usually get into any trouble. I wasn't too shy
either, but I always felt a little apprehensive when I met new people, and
this guy... Well, I certainly needed to make a good first impression on
him, I just knew that. I started tuning back into what my parents were
saying when I saw my Dad take out his wallet. He was saying: "You can go
down to the mall and get something for lunch and we'll bring something back
for dinner. Make sure you're home by six, ok?" I said "Ok Dad, thanks" and
pocketed the bills.

When they were finally gone I went back upstairs and took the few clothes I
wore back off. I went into the bathroom and took a long shower. When I
rubbed down my body I thought again how much I would like to look like the
new kid. I was pretty skinny and I could feel every single rib when I
washed myself. I could also feel the way the sticky stuff on my belly left
over from last night got really slippery again as it got wet. I thought
that was funny. I washed it all off, also off my dick, which started
getting hard again. It seemed to really do that more and more these days. I
resisted the urge though, got out of the shower and dried myself off.

Looking in the mirror I appraised my body. I was a little tanned, which was
going to get better as the summer continued. My light brown hair was sort
of medium length, I had decided to let it grow and so far my mother had not
complained. Not that I would give my plan up easily. It also needed some
color, but that was something I would have to plan carefully if I wanted
her to go along with it. As for my other hair, it was a small dark patch
above my cock, probably not as much as there would be, but developing
nicely. The cock underneath was also developing nicely, I thought. At the
moment it was hanging down on top of its corresponding sack, the
circumcised head slightly darker than the rest. I knew what its other
personality looked like, growing to a length of just under 5 inches and
about 1 and 3/4 inches diameter at the widest part of the head. Not that I
had measured it - yet.

I put on my cut-offs, a t-shirt which my Mom thought was way too large, a
pair of socks and my favorite sneakers and went back downstairs. By now the
blind next door had been raised but the room behind was empty, as far as I
could see. I got myself a glass of juice from the fridge and was just
trying to figure out what to do next when I heard Mrs. Graham next
door. Our kitchen window looks out to the front and when I moved close to
the glass I could look over into the Graham's front yard. And there he was,
taking out the trash. Mrs. Graham called out: "Matthew, make sure the lid
is back on when you're done!" I knew I had to move quickly. I grabbed the
trash from underneath the sink and sprinted outside, although I made sure
to slow down as soon as I reached the door. I walked down our path, and as
we both got close to the street I looked over, pretending that I hadn't
seen him before. He also looked over, stopped and said "Oh - hi!". My heart
was beating like crazy, although I didn't really understand why. For a
second which seemed like a minute I just looked at him. He was wearing the
same shorts as before, this time with a dark red t-shirt which beautifully
set off his tanned skin. His short blond hair stuck up on top, I saw he had
a cute little nose and greenish eyes and I even had time to admire the
muscles in is arms holding the big black bag of trash. Then I realized that
I was staring. I cleared my throat and said "Yeah, Hi."

We both looked away from each other then and continued our way to the
little shed in between our two driveways which contained both families'
trash cans. The shed had a door on either side so we both opened ours and
looked at each other again across the trash cans trough the shed. For some
reason we both had to laugh at that, and it really was kind of absurd. That
really broke the ice though, and when we both had put the lid back on our
respective trash can he stuck out his hand across the cans and said "Hi,
I'm Matt, I'll be living here for a while. Nice to meet you." For some
reason I found his voice extremely sexy. It was not yet completely changed,
but there was no trace of that strange squeaking some boys that age are
burdened with. It was just cool and a little raspy. I shook his hand,
actually reluctant to let it go, and said "Well, nice to meet you too. I'm
Dylan and I live in the house up there. If you'll be living in this shed
I'll probably see you from time to time when I take out the trash." I was
amazed at my own quick-wittedness and hoped he wouldn't think me too
foolish. But he laughed quickly, which I again found extremely sexy. I felt
a blush rising and covered it by stepping back out of the shed and closing
the door.

I walked out to the street and back up the Graham's driveway to their side
of the shed where Matt was still standing. As I walked up to him I seemed
to see his eyes look me up and down and a smile cross his face, but I
quickly decided that I must have imagined that. At that moment Mrs. Graham
called out from her house. "Hello Dylan, why don't you come on up with
Matthew. I'm glad you two already met. Come on inside and have some ice
tea, ok?". I looked at Matt who shrugged his shoulders, smiled and said
"Yeah, come on." So we walked up to the Graham's house. I had been in there
a few times and I had known them almost all my life, so there was nothing
strange about that for me. During the next half hour, however, it was
Mrs. Graham who did basically all the talking. She told me all about
"Matthew's" life - he looked at me and whispered "Don't you ever call me
that or I'll kick you!" And she told Matt all about my life, not that there
was that much to tell. At some points when she talked about his parents
Matt blushed a little and looked away, it seemed he had to swallow a little
hard. I didn't really feel comfortable about the whole situation, but Matt
and I shared quite a few looks and we seemed to communicate quite well
without even talking.

Finally Mrs. Graham said "Ok boys, I have some work to do, why don't you
two go outside and play?" This seemed pretty funny to us, like something
you would say to a couple of six-year-olds, but then Matt said "Yeah, let's
play some ball, ok?" I was ok with a basketball, though not the greatest
player, so I said "Yeah, let's" and got up. We went outside to where they
had put up the basketball hoop, Matt got his ball from the garage, and then
he did something unexpected which took my breath away for a second. He
tossed me the ball and in one fluid motion took off his shirt. When I
realized what he was doing things seemed to switch to slow motion. I saw
his arms move as they pulled the shirt over his head. I saw his smooth
tanned belly and the way the muscles there showed in his baby sixpack as
his arms came back down. I saw his nipples darker on his pecs and as he
turned in the sunlight I saw a fine trail of delicate golden hairs running
down from his belly button and disappearing into the top of his boxers
which was visible above his jeans. Again I blushed as I remembered what I
had seen in the second before he lowered his blind yesterday, where exactly
that fine trail led. I felt a definite twitch in my own boxers at that
moment.

Matt dropped his shirt onto a chair on the porch and when he found me
staring he said "Hey, what's wrong? I don't like getting my shirt all
sweaty when I play. I like it better when I can move freely. That ok with
you?" I swallowed and again I reacted completely without thinking. I threw
the ball back at him and took my shirt off also, saying "I feel the same
way, actually." The moment I pulled my shirt over my head I was sure I saw
Matt look at me and grin a wide satisfied grin, but that disappeared as
soon as he saw me looking, and I swear I saw a little blush on his face
this time around. He turned on the spot and lobbed the ball at the hoop,
missing the shot though. When he turned back he said "Ok, let's play".

We played ball for quite a while, him playing better than me, but I didn't
mind. We played slowly at first, getting a little more rough after a while,
blocking each other whenever we could. That way our bodies touched quite a
bit, and I knew I liked it a lot. Matt didn't shy away the least bit
either, but of course it was all in the game and there was no way anybody
could read anything more into it. Over the course of the day we played a
lot and talked even more, going into our kitchen or the Graham's for
something to drink every so often. We got along great. Matt told me about
his old home, how he had had to leave his friends behind, which obviously
made him a little sad. But he said "It is great to find new friends
though." And as he said that he gave me a beautiful wide smile before
looking away again with that slight hint of a blush. This actually gave me
a warm rush inside which I had never felt before.

For lunch we went to the mall, although Mrs. Graham didn't seem to think
that this was such a great idea. But since my dad had actually told me to
do it, she said "Well ok, I guess you can show Matt around a little." Matt
didn't have his bike here yet so we walked, which gave us more time to talk
about everything and anything. Matt told me he had turned fourteen just the
week before and that his dad hadn't even bothered to call him. For a second
he seemed so sad and I had to fight the urge to take his hand. The moment
passed and we just got along great, I couldn't believe how lucky I was. The
only thing I didn't like about the trip to the mall was the fact that we
had to put our shirts back on. As soon as we got back from the mall,
however, we started playing ball again so the first thing we did was take
them back off.

When my parents got back I introduced Matt and they invited him over to
share the pizza they had brought. He called over to his grandmother and
said he'd eat her dinner too, he was hungry enough anyway, so she said
ok. My parents seemed to like him and it was way too soon when Matt had to
go back next door to have dinner with his grandparents. We wanted to get
back together afterwards but my Mom wanted me to help her move some
furniture in the guest room to make room for some stuff she had bought that
day so we reluctantly agreed that we would meet in the morning.

Of course I hoped I would catch a glimpse of him the way I had the night
before. When I got up to my room I took off my shirt once again and walked
over to the window. And he really was there, at his window, unfortunately
fully dressed. He was looking out of his window and when he realized I was
at my window he showed me his beautiful smile again. He called out just
loud enough for me to hear "Hey, now I'm actually glad I came here. See ya
tomorrow." Then he waved and pulled down his blind. I was a little
disappointed but actually completely satisfied with the way the day had
gone. I took off the rest of my clothes and lay down on my bed, feeling all
content and at peace.

As I thought about the day it didn't take long before my dick started to
twitch. I thought about Matt, about his beautiful smile, about his laugh,
but mostly about his gorgeous teen body, taking off his shirt, about his
muscles, and I felt my dick grow in my hand, getting hard and thick. I
started sliding my hand up and down its length, wondering if Matt was doing
the same thing next door, wondering for a second if he might be thinking
about me as he was doing it. After a few seconds I didn't really think at
all any more, I just bathed in the incredible feeling on my dick as my hand
caressed it, moving faster and faster after a while, pressing
harder. Before long I couldn't help but lift my hips off the bed, and as I
felt the shudders run through my body I knew that I was getting
close. Finally I rammed my dick into my fist one more time and then, as I
saw Matt's face before my mind's eye, that incredible jolt ran through me
once again, contracting my balls and then sending spurt after spurt of cum
through my dick and spasm after spasm of boy ecstasy through my whole
body. I grunted involuntarily and I felt the stuff hit my face and my body,
and when I came down from that high after what seemed like forever and
opened my eyes I saw that my belly was covered in more white juice than it
had ever been. I lay there for a few minutes, my heart beating like crazy,
bathing in the afterglow, dragging my finger through the cum on my
body. Finally I grabbed my discarded t-shirt from the floor to wipe off
some of the stuff and then I curled up, naked as I was, and fell asleep
immediately.



End of part 2



Thanks for Tellin' - Part 3


Over the next few days Matt and I spent practically every second
together. We just clicked. Most of my other friends were out of town for
the summer, in camps or away with their parents. Matt's stuff had finally
arrived, boxes and suitcases and also his bicycle. I helped him carry most
of it upstairs to his room, which turned out to have been his Mom's room
before she went to college. With his bike finally there I showed him around
the neighborhood, we went to the mall and all the other exciting places our
town had to offer. And we talked, for hours and hours. After a very short
while it seemed as if we had known each other all or lives.

Matt told me about his friends back home. There hadn't been that many,
which I found hard to believe. But he said no, not after elementary school
at least. And he said there hadn't been anyone with whom he had had as much
fun and as much to talk about as with me. When he said this he smiled his
beautiful smile at me again, and we looked at each other just a fraction of
a second longer than would have been necessary. But this time he just kept
on smiling and neither one of us blushed too hard. It just felt right and
it made me feel all warm inside again.

One thing I realized quickly was a kind of ritual that had developed
between us almost immediately. Whenever we met and if it wasn't too absurd
in the situation one of us would inevitably say something like "Boy it's
hot, isn't it?" and tear off his shirt. The other one would of course
immediately agree and also strip off his shirt. When we met in the mornings
we usually started off by playing some ball, so that made a perfect excuse
for showing each other our developing teenage bodies, at least as much of
them as was socially acceptable under the circumstances. When we lugged up
Matt's stuff to his room that was also ok. And then it quickly became a
kind of joke between us. So if he would come over to my place, which I had
basically to myself during the week when my parents were off to work, to
watch some TV or play on my Dad's computer in the den - I didn't have my
own computer, not that I hadn't asked for one for ages - so even in those
situations he would walk in, give me a mischievous grin and under some lame
excuse peel off his shirt. I would usually take a second to admire his
beautiful golden skin, wishing I could get close enough to touch it, and
then, always hoping he hadn't noticed me staring, I would rip off my shirt
too. And usually I would imagine him staring just as eagerly, but I always
convinced myself that that couldn't possibly be true. He wouldn't look at
another boy that way, and especially not at the skinny little scarecrow
that I was. We would look at each other and laugh off the moment then and
get on with whatever we wanted to do. I loved it. And it made for lots of
memories that could be put to good use when I went to bed at night. And
when I showered. And whenever I had some time alone during the day, which
didn't happen often.

When I did go to bed, after we had finally managed to separate for the
night, I always looked over to his window as the last thing. We would
always say good night that way one last time. The houses were too far apart
for us to be able to really talk from window to window but we could sort of
yell/whisper one or two sentences without raising any alarms. So his cute
face was always the last thing I saw before lying down although he never
again gave me the same display as on his first night. But I didn't need
that to get me going with my new favorite pastime once I was in bed. I
never bothered to put on any clothes when I lay down, it was hot enough
outside anyway. And by now I didn't do the quick frantic masturbation I
started out with a few days earlier. I would lie down, enjoying the cooler
night air on my naked body, especially on my dick and sack which had been
packed away all day. I would start running my hands up and down my body
while my dick sprang up to its full size. If I tensed my belly muscles and
ran my fingers lightly over them I could even imagine them looking like
Matt's. Then I would finally grab my dick in my right hand and start the
jacking while I still caressed myself with my other hand. Then it wouldn't
take long until my dick would start jumping in my hand and soon I would
once again be covered in my boy cum. Usually when I came I had the urge to
scream Matt's name, but of course I had to suppress that. I had gotten a
box of Kleenex from downstairs to clean myself up with and I got rid of the
used tissues every morning. However, my dreams still carried on while I
slept, producing additional stains on my sheets, and I wondered how long my
mother was going to put up with all the laundry before she said something
about it. Anyway...

This blissful life had gone on for about a week when one evening Matt and I
were sitting or rather slouching on the couch in front of our TV watching
some stupid talk show or other. It was a really hot day and we had been out
all day, playing ball and riding our bikes. We had just had a big dinner at
Matt's house and then come over here to watch TV. My Dad was at some
convention and wouldn't be back for a couple of days and my Mom was working
late. Matt was leaning back on the couch next to me on my left, shirtless
of course. When I looked over I saw that his head had rolled to one side,
looking my way but not really looking because he seemed to have fallen
asleep. His eyes were closed and he was breathing slowly and regularly.

Here finally was my chance to take all the time I wanted to admire my
beautiful new friend. I looked down at his long legs in their cargo
shorts. He had kicked off his shoes earlier and he wasn't wearing socks. I
admired his muscled calves, tanned beautifully and covered with a light
dusting of golden hairs that looked incredibly soft. His arms were by his
sides, the lower arms also covered with an ever lighter dusting of hairs,
his biceps giving his upper arms just the perfect shape. Then I looked up
at his face with its cute little nose and sweet mouth, down to his pecs
with their little round nipples and further down to his belly. The way he
was half sitting and half lying his baby sixpack was more pronounced than
ever, I could clearly see the individual muscle segments set off under his
golden skin. And there was that delicate narrow trail of hairs leading down
from his belly button into his boxers. With each breath he took his belly
moved up and down a little, looking so irresistible that I caught my
breath.

That's when I realized that I had a raging boner and I knew there was no
way I would let this moment pass without taking some kind of advantage. I
knew it was probably wrong and dangerous but at this point my hormones had
completely taken over. I leaned over and very gently touched the tips of my
first three fingers to Matt's belly. I thought I heard Matt catch his
breath but I was way too preoccupied to care.  I ran my fingers lightly
over the contours of his sixpack, feeling an incredible electricity run
from his hot body into mine. As I was caressing him Matt's breathing
definitely got harder, but when I looked up into his face his eyes were
still firmly closed. I was almost panting myself at that point and there
was no way I could have stopped now. I lay my whole hand on Matt's belly,
enjoying the feel of his muscles as he moved them with every breath. I then
moved my hand up to his pecs and started circling his right nipple with my
forefinger. At this moment Matt's body jerked a little, he gave a grunt and
almost scared me to death when sat up like a flash. With a strange sort of
strangled voice he said "Alright already, I can't take this any more. You
better finish what you started!" And then with basically one quick movement
he ripped open his shorts, lifted his hips off the sofa and shoved down and
kicked off his shorts and boxers.

As he fell back into the same position he had had earlier I had to recover
my senses and then I realized that his beautiful teen cock was completely
hard, pointing straight up. It was about six inches long and a little
thicker than mine, and it was not circumcised. I could see his dark red
dick head through the opening of his foreskin and it was totally amazing. I
had never seen anything like it. His pubes were much lighter in color than
mine, a perfect ending for that trail starting at his navel. I was staring
open mouthed when I heard Matt say in a small voice "Please?" I looked up
at his face and he looked so helpless and pleading that at that second I
knew that I would do anything for him. Then once again everything seemed to
switch to slow motion. I saw my right hand reach out and grab Matt's
dick. I registered that it felt extremely hot, very hard on the inside but
with a silky outside. I started pulling down on his dick and his foreskin
opened up further and suddenly released his dickhead, the foreskin rolling
back completely. This made Matt gasp hard, and I loved the feeling of being
able to give him such pleasure. After that it took only three or four
strokes of my hand on his dick before he bucked up his hips, rammed his
dick into my hand hard and started shooting string after string of sweet
smelling teen cum onto his belly and even up into his face.

Then my mother's car turned into the driveway. We both heard it and we
looked at each other saying "Shit!" at the same time. Matt jumped up, his
dick deflated immediately. My own wasn't doing me that favor, not having
had the release it so craved. I sat on the couch, unable to think, panic
slowly building inside me. Matt looked around frantically, then he picked
up his boxers and wiped himself off superficially. By now we heard the
garage door close. Matt put on his cargo shorts without the boxers, stuffed
the boxers into on of the pockets, found his t-shirt and turned to
leave. Now the door from the garage into the kitchen opened. Matt hesitated
for a second, looked at the kitchen door and turned back to me. He stepped
up to me, leaned down, put his right hand behind my neck, leaned his face
into mine, gave me a quick kiss on the lips and whispered in my ear "I'll
make it up to you." Then he turned and just as my mother entered the room
he said "Hi Mrs. F. Gotta go." and walked out the front door.

Mom looked after him with a quizzical look. Then she turned to me. I was
still sitting there like a statue. I had no shirt on. My right hand still
had a few dribbles of Matt's cum on it. My dick had finally decided to act
according to the changed situation, thank god. I quickly stuck my hand in
my pocket and looked over at the place on the couch where Matt had
basically exploded just seconds ago. By some stroke of dumb luck all his
cum seemed to have landed on himself, at least I couldn't see any obvious
stains on the couch. I looked back at my mother who was still standing in
the doorway. She said "What was that? Is everything alright? Did you two
fight? You look like a truck hit you or something?" At that I had to
grin. Nothing near a fight, completely the opposite! Of course I didn't say
that. "No mom, everything's alright. Matt just realized that he told his
Grandma that he'd be home half an hour ago. Ah, Mom, sorry but I think I
had a little too much to eat at Mrs. Grahams tonight. I'm feeling kinda
strange. I think I'll just go to bed, ok?" And with that I got up and
walked over to the stairs. Mom just looked at me, still a little puzzled,
and said "Ok, sleep well."

When I got to my room I fell down on my bed and I realized I was completely
worn out. I didn't know what to think or feel. The events of the last half
hour were almost too much to comprehend. First those glorious moments when
I thought Matt was asleep. Then finding out that he wasn't and the
incredible realization that he was enjoying the situation as much as I was,
or even more. Then the few seconds I couldn't really believe at all. Had I
really touched his dick? Made him squirm and moan? And cum? I put my right
hand up to my face and sniffed it. There was Matt's smell, his most
intimate scent. I could feel the stickiness of his cum on my fingers. Of
course by now I was rock hard again. I needed to cum. Right now. I tore off
my shorts and started jacking off furiously, using the same hand I had used
un Matt's dick. No time for sensual play tonight, it had to be quick and it
was. After about ten strokes I shot a huge load onto my belly, turned over
and rolled up to sleep.

I didn't bother cleaning myself up, I didn't go to the window to see if
Matt was there. I just felt very strange indeed. On the one hand I was
enormously happy about what had happened. On the other hand I was
frustrated because I hadn't gotten my release with Matt because of that
brutal interruption that had happened. And then I was totally apprehensive
about what would happen now. Would Matt do what he had said? He had kissed
me! KISSED me. I had never even thought about that. And I knew without a
doubt that I wanted him to do it again. Always. Forever. But would he feel
the same way or was this just some accident for him which he would want
nothing to do with tomorrow. I should have been happy as could be. But
somehow I also felt like crying. And that's how I fell asleep that
night. (Sometime later Matt told me that he felt about the same that
night. He didn't look over at my window either and he actually felt bad
about what he had done.)

Anyway, when I woke up the next morning I still felt strange. I knew
something had changed once again and I couldn't for the life of me tell if
it was good or not. I was even more messy than most other mornings. I tore
the sheets off the bed and threw them in the hamper. Then I took a long hot
shower, this time without even the hint of arousal. I put on a pair of
boxers and a t-shirt and went downstairs. My mom had long gone to work so I
had some cereal and orange juice by myself. As I was sitting at the table,
not quite daring to face the decision what to do with the day, someone
knocked at the door opening from the kitchen onto the driveway. I couldn't
imagine who it might be. The only one who usually stopped by at this time
was Matt, but he had become so much part of the family that he basically
just walked in whenever he wanted to. But not today. I opened the door and
there he stood, looking gorgeous as ever but sort of slumped with an
anxious look on his face. "Are you alone?" "Yes." "Can we talk? Please?"

I stepped aside and let him in. He walked by me and said "Can we go up to
your room?" I looked at him a little puzzled and said "Sure". I walked up
the stairs ahead of him and as soon as we had entered my room he kicked the
door shut behind him. Before I could even turn around he had stepped up to
me from behind and put his arms around my waist. At first I went rigid at
this unexpected move. He pulled me back into his embrace softly and with a
very quiet, almost pleading voice he whispered into my ear "OK?". As he
said that his right hand slowly slid down my belly in the direction of my
crotch. At that second I knew for an absolute certain fact that everything
was going to be perfect. My knees went weak and I felt myself sort of
melting back into him. I managed to squeak "Yes!" and we stood like that
without moving for a few seconds.

Then he loosened his embrace a bit and slid his right hand under my t-shirt
and up my belly. Then he began moving it back down again, this time inside
my boxers. My dick was completely hard by that time and he wrapped his warm
hand around it. When he started moving his hand up and down on my dick I
was in heaven. I pushed back against him and I could actually feel his own
hard-on through his cut-offs and my boxers. I just wished we were naked but
his hand giving me such incredible sensations on my dick made it impossible
to stop and do something about that. I knew there would be time for that
later. At the moment I could feel nothing but his warmth from behind and
the feeling spreading from my dick through my whole body. He stroked up and
down in a steady rhythm and I started to moan with every stroke. I wished
this would go on forever but much too soon everything around me finally
went completely blank and I exploded in the mightiest orgasm I had ever
had. My knees really did give and Matt held me up while I came and came,
every shot running through my whole body, shaking me in pure ecstasy.

When I finally stopped pumping my cum into my boxers and started coming
down from the high, Matt pressed the last drops out of my dick and then
slowly released me from his embrace, making sure I could actually stand on
my own. I turned around and looked at his glowing face. He was beaming at
me and started to say something. But before he could get a word out I
pulled him into me, put my arms around his back and kissed him on the mouth
hard. I pulled him backwards with me until we collapsed on my sheetless
bed, still kissing like crazy. With my tongue in his mouth and his in mine
and his weight on me I knew I was in heaven. I pulled him even closer and
pushed my tongue in deeper and I knew the good times were only just
beginning.





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