Date: Tue, 11 May 2010 20:05:53 -0700 From: Tim P Subject: Blake's Story Chapter 13 All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author, Tim Price at privatetimm@gmail.com All the usual disclaimers apply. This is a work of pure fiction and a fetid imagination. If it is illegal to read this where you live, don't read it. If you are under legal age where you live, don't read it. This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between males, adult and minor. It is written for the entertainment of mature adults. Passing through Nifty's main page to get here is your way of saying it is legal for you to be reading it. Chapter Thirteen - Teaching at Central, Blake Transfers and Stacy Matt's Story Football two-a-days start in hot August summer days. The freshmen want to cut the shirts under their shoulder pads to be cooler, but I've played in or coached at least one game every year in Wyoming in a blinding snow storm so they'll be happy for the full shirt in October and November. Blake is hustling in every drill and really impressing the coaches at Central, we lost two linebackers last year and Blake can probably slide into a starting spot the way he is looking. Fargo was great fun, the Junior Nationals in wrestling is a pretty impressive sight. Our boys were blown away when they walked into the Fargodome and saw twenty-four full sized wrestling mats laid out on a football field indoors. I'd like to say we had a great tournament, but truth be told we got ripped. We did wind up with four All Americans in Cadet and three in the Juniors, but it was an eye opening experience for our kids. Evan's parents took me out to dinner once and had me over to the house another time. They are really thankful for the friendship I've shown to Evan, both in the fraternity house and this summer in Cheyenne. I told them it was pretty easy to like Evan and they were pleased to hear and see how happy he has been since moving to Wyoming. Evan, for his part, is leaving in two weeks and both Tom and Marco are bummed. I can't say I blame them, it has been a great summer with Evan, Tom, Ethan and Marco. I am still pretty smitten with Marco, but Tom and I have had our moments too when Marco was out with Evan. In fact given how Tom feels about Evan and I feel about Marco, we had some of the most intense, fulfilling sex ever when we knew Marco and Evan were out together. Screw those bitches... well not bitches, since we love them, but you know, we enjoyed ourselves to spite them. And Tom and Ethan have been on more dates and Tom has spent more time with Ethan's friends. I haven't had that much time to hang with Ethan, but he made a point when we all had dinner last week to ask me if we could get together when school started. And I've still kept up an active hand with the ladies, not like I once did, but I've hooked up with Stacy the 'ho a few times, been on some random dates friends set me up on and with a couple of girls I knew at the university. Thank God none of them wanted to be serious; they were looking for a little 'companionship' too. It is funny, I find these modern women almost as horny as teen boys, especially when they are out of school and not looking to protect a reputation. When schools starts I am going to have four freshman English classes in the morning, lunch, my prep period and then one Physical Education class just before football practice starts, it is actually a great schedule for me. I can go to the boy's locker room, change and get some basketball or a workout in during lunch, relax during prep and then go to my PE class that is really full of football players and wrestlers wanting to lift weights I am both happy to have Blake at Central and apprehensive. Our sexual banter over the summer was as bad as ever. I never know when to take him seriously or when he is joking. I would hate to make any moves and be wrong and destroy a great friendship. He has still been getting laid by girls and seems to enjoy that, but also has no problem when he spends the night snuggling into me. I am going to have to be very diligent that nothing happens now with him being on my school team. I don't want to show favoritism and I don't want personal feelings to cloud my judgment. I also don't want anyone looking too closely at my circle of young friends. I still have my college buddies, even Tom's brother Tim, that I hang with, but they seem more like drinking buddies than anyone worthy of an emotional connection. Football starts well. We are 3-0 out the gate getting past Laramie and Riverton by a touchdown each and then making the long trek to Gillette to win by ten. Blake led the team in tackles two of the three games and had an interception against Riverton that sealed the win. Jack and Norma are happy that Blake is happier than he was over at East and his grades have upticked too, not that they were bad at East, but his generally better mood at Central seems to be helping in other areas too. We stub our toes against Natrona and then get blasted by Rock Springs 35-0, even Blake had a bad game against Rock Springs, but as a compliment to his abilities, he was doubled teamed most of the night and came over Saturday to spend most of the day in and out of my Jacuzzi. Marco and Tony come over to laugh at me and Blake a bit. While we were getting pounded by Rock Springs, East was beating up on Laramie 37-0 With Tony leading the way at quarterback now. Blake wasn't shy in reminding them that was their first win of the year. They stopped needling each other long enough for Tony to have compassion on Blake and give him a rub down that night. I ordered out pizza and from the looks I got and the pleas about "fluid replacement" Marco and I left to go get a case of beer with Tony and Blake waiting at home for the pizza. Tony also called home to let his parents tonight was turning into a poker night and Marco and he were spending the night. I didn't really think about it at the time, but when bed time came, Marco moved to my bedroom naturally and Blake and Tony went to the guest bedroom almost automatically too. I wonder if Blake and Tony have continued their 'special' friendship? The big game is coming up in the coming week, Central vs. East. This is for bragging rights for the city, the right to hold your head up in the Frontier Mall, to not get crap from your friends from the other school for a year, to not have to hear about it when you bump into them in a restaurant. We have great practices all week long and spirits are high, Blake is especially keyed up to show his old coach his talents and he says with a wicked grin he would mind laying a few licks on Tony. The thought flashes through my mind, I think you've laid plenty of 'licks' on Tony already, but I keep my face stoic. 7PM Friday arrives and it is a clear crisp fall night. It is 40 degrees at game time, but it will probably go below freezing before the games ends. You can see the boy's breaths as they go through their warm up drills. The crowd starts to build, fans from both sides are bundled up in parkas, scarves and caps. The moms save seats and the dads huddle together in the parking lot to down one last swallow of anti-freeze that is usually brandy or schnapps. Cheerleaders bounce, the bands battle and the drama that is played out over thousands of high schools on Friday nights in the fall is getting ready to start. East kicks off to us and after a short return, the offense takes the field. We march down the field and score the tenth play of the drive and never let up. It is 21-0 for Central before East knows what hit them and they never did recover that night. The final gun sounds and Central has a 35-14 victory and a year to breathe easy about who rules the town. Most the East players look dejected, but the ones I know from Carey Jr. High still have a smile and hug for me. I deliberately seek out Sandy Duke and Tony to tell them what great games they have and both did, they are chatting with Blake who has started the ribbing, but not too badly because Sandy and Tony are both such good friends in fact they are making plans to go out to eat and then head over to the Palatzo's who are having a post game party. I am going to hit the Central parents party first, put in my appearance and then head to the Palatzo's for the East parents party. I plan to hang with Blake, Marco, Tony and Sandy at the Palatzo's and maybe sneak over to the Burroughs' with a few beers and the boys since the Burroughs' are going to be at the Central party. The following week we eek by my old school, Sheridan High 17-16 to run our record to 5-2 and assure a spot in the playoffs on the winner's side. And I think it was clinching that spot that cost us the following week, we go up to Casper and Kelly Walsh takes it to us all night long. We wind up losing 27-7 and it costs us dearly because now we are on the same side of the bracket as Rock Springs. We beat Green River in the first round of the playoffs, but now we have Rock Springs in the semi-finals, the team that trounced us 35-0. But we have great practices all week long and coach has the kids and staff convinced that we have the game plan to take them this tied. And indeed we do. It is a chilly night in mid-November, only 33 degrees at kickoff and it was will in the low 20's by the games end. Every hit is intensified by the cold. I remember games like this when I was in school and you can feel the contact down to your bones. We are tied at 6 at halftime and not down 21-0 like last time. We come out of the locker room believing we can win and that carries us to a 12-6 lead at the end of three quarters. Early in the fourth Rock Springs kicks a field goal to narrow the gap to 12-9. They are getting down to their last set of downs and coach gambles by sending Blake on a blitz. Blaker buries the QB as he goes in untouched, but the Rock Springs QB gets his pass off just as Blake hits him and the ball flutters over the head of our safety who has fallen asleep somehow and Rock Springs wins and advances to state finals 16-12. It is a crushing way to lose and thoughts of how much better we played than the 35-0 drubbing are thin consolation, losing is losing. We end the year at 6-4, which is a damn sight better than last year's 1-8, but remembering that will come later, not tonight. I head over to the parents party, the mood is generally light, even though we lost a lot of the parents are happy with the progress this season and there is a lot of talk about next year. I am not really in the mood to hear it though and I just want to get out of there. I catch Blake's eye and I can tell he is over hearing about it too. He is like me, competitive, he is still stinging from the loss. I give him the meet me outside look and we both make our way quietly out front. "I'm ready to ditch this, you?" I ask him. He nods in agreement, "yeah, me too. Can I spend the night at your place?" When I nod back he goes back in to tell his parents his plans. Jack comes out while Blake is talking to his mom. "Tired of hearing 'next year' bullshit and how much better you played this time bullshit?" Jacks says quietly. "Yeah, losing is losing, one point or fifty, we didn't get it done, I'll worry about next year in January." Jack smiles, "if it is any consolation, I really glad Blake transferred, he grew a lot this year as a player and not just in how he plays, but his attitude too. Thanks." I smile wanly, "no worries Jack, I am glad he transferred too and not because he is good and helps our team, but because I think he grew as a person and player. He plays with better emotional control and he has stepped up as a leader." Blake comes outside, Jack slaps Blake on the back and tells him not to dwell. We turn to leave and Jack calls over his shoulder to me. "And Matt, don't let Blake drink Jack, he'll just puke it up." I smile and give a thumbs up as Blake tries to protest. We are on our fifth beer each and well on our way to being drunk when there is a loud banging on my front door. When I open it, my old roommate Mike is there with a shit-eating grin on his face, he looks well on his way to being drunk and his new roommate Marty is with him and Stacy the slut too. "Hey buddy, we're here to cheer you up!" he says with a small slur. I have to smile despite myself because of his enthusiasm. I invite them in and they greet Blake too, they remember him from the Bronco's party. More alcohol is consumed and then Marty and Stacy start getting amorous. It moves pretty quickly from amorous to something else when Stacy, not content to play with Marty's cock through his Wranglers unzips them and pulls out a nice, seven inch cock and starts to stroke him. I think Blake's eyes are going to pop out of his head, but I can't tell if it is from seeing Marty's cock or the fact that Stacy is just blatantly jacking him. As Stacy opens the Wranglers and pulls them and Marty's boxers down and off and starts giving him head, Mike just laughs and removes Stacy's top and unhooks her bra. She hardly seems to notice. "We've done this before," is Mike's lecherous explanation. Blake is frozen watching Stacy's big tits flopping around as she bobs on Marty's dick. Marty pulls off his shirt, Mike does too, stands and starts to drop his jeans now too. "C'mon you two, this is a party," comes from Marty as he pants heavily. Stacy stops working Marty's cock long enough to reach over and grab Blake's crotch and quickly undo his jeans and pull them and his boxers down before he can really protest. Blake has a semi that Stacy takes in her mouth. Marty pulls Blake's shirt over his head and Stacy pushes his jeans and boxers the rest of the way off. Mike for his part is removing Stacy's jeans and panties and I am the only one fully dressed. I am pretty much too stunned to move. Stacy takes her concentration off Blake, who still isn't fully hard despite Stacy's sucking and turns her attention to me. "Let's go cowboy, it ain't a party if you have clothes on," Stacy chides me. She undoes my belt, unbuttons my jeans and zips them down. I am too drunk to complain and am thankful I am not so drunk I can't get hard. My dick snaps to my stomach, fully erect and dripping pre-cum once it is free of my clothes. Mike lifts off my shirt and we are all fully naked now. I look at Blake and his eyes are zeroed in on my cock. He looks transfixed. Marty pulls Stacy to her back. I suppose she'll object and instead she laughs and lifts her legs with Marty in between them and his hard cock is resting on her light brown muff. "Got supplies Matt?" "Uh yeah Mike I'll get them." I must be fucking drunk if I am going to have a mini-orgy with Stacy, Mike, Marty and Blake. I look to Blake to see if he is okay, he winks and grins and nods. I guess he is. I grab a handful of condoms and the lube and head back to the living room. Stacy is still on her back, Marty's dick is in her moth, she is jacking Blake, who looks like he is into it, but still not really that hard and Mike who is anxiously rubbing his six inch prick on Stacy's lips. "Fuck yeah," is all Mike can say as I hand him the condoms and lube. Stacy takes Marty's cock out of her mouth long enough to tell me to join them. Mike has rolled the condom down his dick and is lubing and banging Stacy as he gets ready to enter her. Stacy lifts her legs a bit more, is jacking Blake and me and is back to sucking Marty. Marty throws an arm around Blake and I and pulls us in tight, Blake and I are forehead to forehead with Marty. I can see Blake staring at my cock as Stacy works it. "Ain't this great boys,: Marty says enthusiastically. Mike has entered Stacy is off at a fast pace right away. I can tell he just wants to explode as soon as possible. Marty is slowly moving his hips driving his cock into Stacy's mouth. Two minutes into it Mike's reaction tells me he is cumming. "Well fuck, is that all you got tonight," is Stacy's jibe. Mike pulls out and Marty pulls out of her mouth and says 'rotate'. He moves to in between Stacy's legs and as soon as he has the condom on, he is in, not even bothering to finger her first. Mike puts his soft cock in Stacy's mouth and pretty soon he is hard again. Marty doesn't do much better than Mike though he only last about five minutes before blowing his load. "What is wrong with you boys tonight?" Stacy is clearly not happy. Marty grins and shrugs like 'what the fuck', I got my rocks off. It is my turn to perform and now I shift to between Stacy's legs, roll on a condom and Blake has moved to, he is across from me getting a blow job from Stacy, but he looks distressed because he still can't get hard. I put a hand on his shoulder and mouth, 'it's okay.' He grins back, but still looks unsettled. Mike and Marty failed miserably at getting off Stacy, so I am going do a much better job, not for her, but I am going to perform for Blake. I wonder if he'll get it. I lift he legs higher and I do finger he first with two fingers. I am looking for her 'g-spot' and I guess I have found it when she moans loudly with Blake's cock in her mouth and her eyes bug up. That is the spot I'm going to be sure I hit every time I thrust into her. I slip in my cock and start a not too fast fucking of her, dragging my dick over her clitoris every time. At the ten minute mark I start to pick up speed and as I do her breathing gets faster and she jocks Mike and Marty faster. Her body shudders and I guess she just orgasmed. Now it is time to get me off and as I pick up speed and really fuck her hard I lock eyes with Blake and now it is him I have in my mind. My cock might be in Stacy, but my mind is in Blake. Can he sense it? A small smile comes on my face and I nod imperceptibly, Blake gets the same smile and returns the nod, but what does it mean? Our eyes are locked as I'm pumping into Stacy, Blake seems to be getting a bit harder as I rock into her. I don't have long to contemplate because I feel my climax close. "Oh fuck Blake," I mutter quietly. If it means anything to Marty and Mike, neither reacts, but Blake does. His eyes get huge and I can't read the expression at all. Fear? Lust? Surprise? I just don't know, but Blake pulls his dick out of Stacy's mouth, leaps up and runs to the bathroom. I slow down my thrusts as the condom fills up and then slip out of Stacy exhausted. I sit back and look at Mike and Marty as they cum again almost simultaneously from Stacy's hand jobs. When they sit back relaxed, I speak. "I don't think Blake is feeling well guys, maybe we should call it a night." They've each cum twice, they are happy, Stacy had her orgasm, she should be happy and only Blake didn't get off, but I'm not sure he wanted to anyway. I think the whole experience was sorta overwhelming, or maybe it was the alcohol. The other three dress and make their way to the door. I get hugs and 'I love you man's' from Mike and Marty. Stacy, with a glint in her eye says she wouldn't mind a solo engagement sometime. As I close the door behind them, I immediately go to the bathroom door and knock. "Blakers, are you okay man? Open up and let me in." I don't get a response right away. I am just about getting worried, I don't hear him puking so I am worried he is passed and then the door opens, Blake looks monstrously unhappy and it looks like maybe he has been crying even. "Dude, are you okay?" Blake sighs and brushes past me into the living room to grab his boxers and he slips them and sits on the couch. "Dude, talk to me, what's going on? Are you sick? What?" Blake sighs deep again and leans back into the couch and slides down, He covers his face with his hands. "You saw what was wrong, fuck what is wrong with me?" I am still perplexed, because when I don't respond he looks up at me at gestures to his groin area with both hands and it slowly dawns on me he means because he couldn't get hard with the mini-orgy. It probably didn't help when I burst out laughing, Blake puts his hands back over his face and slides even lower in the couch. I shift over to the couch, sit next to him, pull him to me..... and immediately nooggie him. He has to laugh despite himself. "Dude" he says, trying to look serious again, "I couldn't get hard, I'm a freak." "Oh gawd Blake there are so many reasons that could have happened, the alcohol, you're tired from the game, stress, intimidation being with three guys and a girl. I mean you are only seventeen for gawdsakes you haven't done this stuff before. It is natural you got a little freaked by it." His eyes get a little big, "you've done this stuff before?" I blush because I'm not exactly proud, "yeah when Mike and I were roommates in the SAE house we did it a couple of times. Mike is kinda a dog and I never really said no when he brought home his skanks. I am not proud. I'm sorry. I should have thought the whole thing through. The alcohol didn't help my judgment." "No," he shakes his head, "I coulda said no too, but it looked like fun and there was a minute there where..." His voice trails off, "what?" I ask. He shakes his head again, "nothing, I think you're right I am just beat from the game and beer, can we go to bed now?" "Yeah, it's been quite a day." I spin Blake to me, I want to ask again what he was going to say, did he have that same feeling I was when I was fucking Stacy, but looking into his eyes. I can't bring myself to ask, what if I am wrong. Instead I just apologize, "Blake I'm so sorry I put you in this position I should have sent Mike and Marty away." His eyes are locked like they were when I was fucking Stacy. We stand there for a bit, I think he is going to say more, but he winds up just grinning and punching me lightly in the shoulder. That breaks the moment and we head into my bedroom and crawl into bed. I am beat so I think I'll be down in a matter of seconds. I get to that zone of not quite asleep ready to fall deep and Blake turns over and rocks me back fully awake. Then he shifts again. "Dude, what up?" I say in the dark. "I... I can't.... what's wrong with me, I mean...." He starts. "Blake, it has nothing to do with you, relax and just sleep, you'll feel better in the morning." I settle back down. I am almost there again fifteen minutes later and Blake flops again. I am ready to kill him. "Blake, I'm ready to kill you." "Hey have you ever not been....." That does it. I throw the cover off us, I can see enough with the ambient light in the room to see him well. Without even thinking, I just want to get some sleep, I reach inside his boxers and pull out his soft cock. "What? Whoa........" Blake starts to stiffen immediately. Six or seven tugs from me and Blake is well on his way to be being fully hard. I stop for a second and give it three more tugs and now it is pure concrete. "There. Happy? It ain't broke, it works just fine. Can we sleep now?" "Oh shit... Matt.... Oh wow," Blake stammers. He pauses. "Well you can't just leave me hanging." What? Oh shit, I just jacked Blake to a full erection and now I think he wants me to complete what I started. Ah what the hell, why not. "Uh, you want me to ummm.... finish?" "Fuck, yeah, look at it! I'll never get to sleep with it like that." Oh shit, in for a penny in for a pound. And my heart is pounding. "Okay," I say quietly. I lay over Blake, right on top of his hard cock to reach into the night stand and get some lube. Yeah, I could have asked Blake to reach it for me, then I wouldn't have gotten to feel his dick poke me in the stomach. Blake groans as my bare skin brushes over his. I grab the bottle of lube and get on my knees over him. "Push down your boxers, Blake." My heart pounds even harder. "Hunh?" "I don't want to get lube on them, push them down," I repeat. Blake pushes them down and then all the way off so he is totally naked in my bed now. This is the first time I've seen it hard since he popped that boner in the sauna when he was an 8th grader. It is damn beautiful. It isn't much longer, maybe 6 1/2" or 6 3/4", but it is for sure thicker, a nice nest of brown pubic hairs and this incredible, muscular v cut coming down from his stomach. His cock is laying flat on his stomach, pointing at his chin. I lift it off and coat with the lube in my right hand and spread it up and around, coating his whole dick. Blake sighs. I drop the bottle and start to jack him, my left hand is on his shoulder and I slide it down and tweak his right nipple, it goes hard too and I wet my thumb and tease the nipple. I see Blake roll his eyes back as his drops his head back. My left hand continues down his body, gently skimming the surface with my finger tips, I rub down the muscular v to the brown hairs curled around his cock and run my fingers through them. The fingers continue their journey to Blake's ball sac, cup them and tug on them, the finger tips rub down to Blake's perineum and massage that area softly as he moans and spreads his legs a little more. The left hand joins the right at tugging on Blake's cock now, hand over hand with increasing and decreasing speed and then firmly down the shaft. The left hand grips him and my right palm rubs all over his purple head, the index finger and thumb ring around the head and spins firmly, but gently. My thumb, slides up his slit and spread the pre-cum droplet that has appeared. I continue on Blake's cock for five or six minutes, his breathing is rapidly, he moans and mutters. Then he bolts up. "Wait, what about you?" I stop mid-stroke and Blake grabs my incredibly hard cock through my boxers and now it's my turn to moan. I didn't even know I was hard. Blake grabs the lube. "Push down your boxers," he tells me. "I can't my hand are all slippery, you do it." Blake slides my boxers down to my knees, I lift my knees off the bed one at a time and he slips my boxers down, as he rolls to me to push them off my hardness rubs on his chest, I push my hips forward for more contact. I think Blake thinks I am leaning forward to make the boxers come off easier. No, I just want this contact with him. He slides them all the way off and throws them on the floor on top of his. He squirts a pool of lube into is his right hand., pulls my cock down from its upright position with his left and applies the lube to me as he wraps his hand firmly around me. I let out a little gasp as he encircles it. He grins as he starts his jacking and I continue mine. Blake emulates some of my motions and throws in a few wrinkles of his own. Other than gasps, grunts and low moans we are silent except for the sloshing sounds of our hands work at pleasure. We continue on for probably fifteen more minutes, my right forearm is getting tight, but I can tell by Blake's breathing and facial expressions he doesn't have long to go so I speed up a little bit and grip a bit firmer. "Holy fuck Matt, holy fuck I'm gonna shoot!" And shoot he does. His first shot hits the headboard behind his head and leaves a trail down his chest. The subsequent shots aren't as powerful, but a copious amount of cum is erupting out of penis and landing on his chest, stomach and pubes and dripping down on to my hand. Some of the cum on my hand I smear back on Blake's cock and gently milk him until there is nothing left to shoot or dribble. He begs me to stop sooner than I do, but doesn't try to move my hand so I know he enjoys the exquisite pain and pleasure that is the post-cum cock. With Blake spent, I wipe my right hand on my thigh and ass as Blake really goes to work on making me shoot too. I am still on my knees over him with my left hand on his shoulder. A couple of times he looks like he is going to give me a blow job instead, but I think I am just imaging that, he is just moving to get better leverage. Whatever he is doing is working because I can feel the tension building to a huge climax. Blake must sense it too because he alters his pattern and timing and works in a swirling motion that sends me off the edge. I put my right hand on Blake's other shoulder and pull him closer to me, my face is just above his brown mop of hair, "I'm close Blake," is my whisper. He starts long, fast strokes with a slight twist. There is a gurgling noise that has to be me, but it is like I am out of my body over us watching the scene, "o gawd' I hear the voice say and I start to explode all over Blake's chest. Shot after shot lands on his chest and slides down his body. He tugs and tugs until I can't stand the torturous pleasure of pain anymore and flop onto my back next to him. "Cock shit fuck damn was that intense pardner. I think your dick is workin' just fine." Blake giggles, "yeah I guess so, yours ain't exactly broke either. We lie there a couple of minutes, spent, wrecked, tired and still half drunk with our chests heaving. As we start to relax and come back to earth, Blake tells me he is going to go shower. Do I go with him? What does this all mean? I know he and Tony used to fool around, but they both have girlfriends now. Blake only talks about girls with me and points out the hotties in the mall, but never points a guy out. Yeah we do the sexual banter, but that is just him and me alone, never in front of anyone. Crap I wish I knew what to do. What is the right thing is the other question. I am a real teacher now, I think the sex with students stuff is pretty frowned upon. Crap! While Blake showers I towel off my hands and cock and remove the excess lube from both and crawl back into bed naked. "Did you put your boxers back on?" Blake wants to know when he returns from the shower. I just shake my head and he crawls into bed naked next to me. We lie there again, naked and together. I know I should talk to him and ask what this all means, but I can't bring myself to ask. What if I get the wrong answer? Best to just go to sleep and forget it all. "Blake, I'm sorry about tonight, all of it. I shouldn't have put you in that position. I promise I won't again." He is silent for a bit. "It's all good, the night wasn't a total bust and I'm good, I'm not a little kid I knew what was going on." Does he mean with Stacy or our jacking each other? Oh crap I wish I knew. "G'night bud." And I roll to my stomach. "Night Matt." *************************************************************** Blake's Story The steaming hot water cascades down my chest taking Matt's seed with it to the drain. Did I really just think that, 'Matt's seed'? Is it a damn dream? Four hours ago I was bumming over a lost football game, one hour ago I was bumming over an erection I couldn't get and now I can't stop grinning. I really am washing Matt's seed, his spunk, splooge, baby making juice, cum, off my chest mixed with my own. I really had my hands wrapped around his hard damn cock finally. Good God, I've been jacking off to that fantasy since eighth grade. I damn near went for it and sucked him off too; would have too if that goop wasn't all over his cock, but now that the damn is burst finally I figure I'll get my chance soon enough. God at least I hope I do, what if this wasn't real to him. What if he was just getting me off to prove I could? No, he liked it too much, even when he was fucking Stacy and he looked in my eyes it was like it was me he was fucking. I have to right on this, I just have to. *************************************************************** Matt's Story I wake early Saturday morning, I have rolled to my side and Blake is spooned up inside of me. I don't remember getting in this position; I guess it is natural enough when you are sleeping with someone, What isn't quite so natural is my big morning wood in between Blake's cheeks like a hot dog in fluffy white buns, firm, muscular, warm fluffy white buns. I shake my head to clear my thoughts and slide away from Blake to go relieve my bladder. I don't go back to bed after the piss, I grab my robe instead and go out to the kitchen to make some coffee. The enormity of last night's events starts to crowd my thoughts. It was a pretty wild summer, but now I am a full time teacher, not a kid any more, I can't keep doing this stuff with Marco and the guys. I have to start thinking about my future, a wife, kids and all that. Yeah, I've had fun and I do love Marco and Tom and I've really had it bad for Blake since that first year when I was an aide, but we've all grown up since then. I am not what Blake needs; he needs to be dating girls and thinking about his future too. In another eighteen months he'll be off to play college ball someplace. We both need to be mature about this. Thing is, do I talk to him or just move on? I think move on is the thing to do. How would I even bring up the topic? I don't regret last night, at least not the part with me jacking Blake off and certainly not the way he handled me, but it is over. We can be buds, but no more and I can't put us in the situations where stuff can happen like that anymore so we need to cut back on weekend sleepovers and all that crap that just leads to trouble. It'll give him more time to date too. That is really what is best for him and where I need to focus, what is best for him. I am watching the Saturday college football show when he stumbles out of the bedroom wearing my other robe. He comes over to the couch, slides up next to me, puts his head on my shoulder and closes his eyes. Shit, time to put operation 'back off' into motion. I am sure he is just groggy from last night. "Let me go get you some coffee head, sleepy head," I joke as I slip out from underneath him. No," he protests, "I like being sleepy head, I don't want to move all day." I would love that too, but it isn't going to happen Blake buddy, you'll be happier in the end. I continue on and get his coffee from the kitchen. I bring back his coffee, "I'm gonna shower now, I must smell frightful." "Mmm, you smell great to me, c'mon back and just relax. We have all day to do nothing." Damn he isn't making this 'back off' plan easy on me. I am sure he doesn't even know the effect he is having on me. I'd love to take him back to my bedroom and bury my root deep and fill him up, but that isn't the future for us so why delay the inevitable. "Naw I feel grungy. I'll make some breakfast when I get back." Blake's Story Damn Matt is jumpier than a long-tailed cat in a rocking chair factory today. Maybe he is just nervous after last night. I have to tell him how great it was; better still if I can get him back on this couch for five minutes I'll show him. I just want more and more of him now. I thought I'd read the signals wrong before, but now, wow, that was great last night. I guess I can relax and everything will be perfect between us now. End of Chapter 13 Author's note: this is a shorter chapter than many, but it was harder to write than most. Trying to capture the conflicting emotions accurately and getting them down to paper is so much harder than it seems. A fork in the road was reached and we'll see what happens as we start down it. We are probably more than halfway through now.