Date: Thu, 1 Jul 2010 20:41:12 -0700 From: Tim P Subject: Blake's Story Chapter 15 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 Fifteen - Another Summer, Fall Football and The Guarantee Matt's Story School ends and we roll into summer. Blake and Tony are going into their senior years and are taking summer practice for football deadly serious, each is a leader at their school and is driving their team mates to work hard for the fall. Marco, Derrick and Tom are more focused on wrestling and the Junior Nationals in Fargo, they all think they have chances to place this year. I am still dating girls pretty much exclusively, but Derrick drops by every once in a while when he can't find a girl and I find his visits far more satisfying than my female companions and that bugs, because I really am trying to be good and conform to what everyone expects of me. Dillon is back in town from his freshman year at Northern Colorado and when I called him up to come by wrestling practice, he seemed pretty happy to hear from me. I guess I need to find out why Derrick said I should look him up when he was back. Blake and I do our Saturday workout at the Y just like we have since he was an eighth grader and we have settled back into a comfortable routine, but now I miss the sexual tension of our stretchings. After 'the incident' at my place I've felt awful and figured Blake was kinda disgusted with me because the playfulness of the stretching routine is gone. I wanted it gone because I didn't want Blake to feel uncomfortable. It is gone and I miss it. Gone too is most of our sexual banter we used to do. I miss that as well. But I know it is all to the good. Blake has been seeing a new girl and has been a little tight lipped about her, so I am not quite sure what is going on with her. I sigh a little as he spreads his legs away from me and leans forward, waiting for me to put pressure on his back and press him forward to the floor. Blake is quite the man now. He is up to 6'2 and a solid 185 pounds, a little bit bigger than me, and you can't see an ounce of fat anyplace on his body. As my chest presses into his back I try not to notice his scent; his freshly washed hair, the masculine aroma of his body interacting with his deodorant and the faint wisp of after shave, the Davidoff I gave him for Christmas last year. I manage to put all that out of my mind before I pop wood, or at least before Blake notices that I am starting to. We get through a great workout and I am hopeful we do something after, but he has plans with Shelly, his new gal, so he gives me a bro hug and tells me he'll call later to see what I am up to. I'm not ready to go home so I head over to the Frontier Mall just to kill time before I figure out what I want to do today. I am killing time is Dillard's, not really looking where I am going as I round a corner and bump into a chesty young gal. "Barbara!" Barbara Metz turns beet red, but manages a polite, but quiet, "hi Coach." I give her my quizzical look because there are undertones in her look I am not understanding, "is everything alright Barbara?" "Yes," she says with her eyes down a little, avoiding mine, "everything is great and I guess I have you to thank for it, but oh my gawd I am so embarrassed Tony told you all those things." Her shade deepens. I let out a little giggle, "oh that. Let's go to the food court and chat a bit." We head out of Dillard's and while Barbara gets us a table I grab two frozen yogurts from TCBY, a White Chocolate Mousse for me and Fat Free Peach for her. "Barbara," I began after we've started to eat our frozen treats, "you are a young woman now, I see you and Tony as adults, not kids any more. There is no reason for you to be embarrassed around me. I mean you two have been dating for two years, I doubt even your parents don't assume something is going." She blushes again, but smiles this time. "you're as bad as my mother. She offered to get me birth control over a year ago. I'm sure my father is clueless; he thinks I'm his six year old princess still. It's just that my mother assumes, but you actually know and you know everything. It's just weird for me I guess. But I do want to thank you. Tony and I are back together and we...... we fixed our issues." Her crimson visage tells me Tony owns me big time. I reach across and grab her hand, "I'm glad you guys worked things out. You are a good couple and you ought to enjoy your senior year together. Any thoughts on where you are going to college?" "Well I am applying to Stanford, Yale and Colorado as my main choices, Wyoming and Colorado State as back-ups, but I think it is Stanford I really want. I know Tony is set to go to either Boulder or Fort Collins so I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it." I nod at that and think about what the guys senior year is going to mean to me too. It is hard for me to believe that my little crew I started with at Carey Jr. High is off to college next year and I get a pang on how much I'll miss them. We chat a bit more and I catch a familiar face out of the corner or my eye, he catches mine too and heads over. "Hey Dillon, you know Barbara, right?" "Oh of course, she came to a lot of Marco's wrestling matches, how're you doing Barbara?" "Oh great Dillon, you? You look great." Why yes he does as a matter of fact. He is as cute as ever or maybe cuter. He doesn't have that sucked down look of a wrestler trying to make weight any more, I'd guess he is close to 150 pounds now, up from his 130 last year and he is carrying it well, he looks filled out and solid. "Thanks, bumping up to 141 this year was great, I didn't have to starve myself all the time. I'm not interrupting am I?" "No, in fact I was just getting back to shopping, Coach offered to buy me a yogurt and I've never been one to turn down a yogurt. It was nice seeing you again. Thanks again Matt." "Any time Barbara, any time. You take care and don't spend too much." "Hey Matt, I really do hope I wasn't interrupting, but when I saw you over here, I figured I'd come say hi and see what was up." "It's cool, I'm glad you did. Barbara and I were finished with our serious chat. She and Tony hit a rough spot a couple of weeks ago, but they fixed it up so it's cool. What about you? What are you up to?" "Nothing really, I'm doing some work for my father this summer to make some money and that's pretty much it. I was stoked when you called about working out with the wrestling club. I'd love to stay in shape this summer and roll around a little." "No, it'll be great to have you, maybe if you have the time we could get you on staff for the regionals and nationals too. It is really great to have coaches who can work with the guys on the mat. Coach Moore doesn't do much on the mat these days his knees are so bad we can always use the help." "That would be awesome, I'd love to go along on the trips. I might even try and officiate at the regionals, Dennis has been bugging me about it for a while." Dennis is our state chairman for officials in wrestling and always trying to get the young guys to go to regionals so they can get higher ratings and move up the ladder nationally. "Sounds, good, what are you doing today?" Dillon shakes his head, "no plans really, why you have something in mind?" His lips curl into a wicked little smile that makes his dimples even more accentuated. "I dunno, it is nice day today, hot, I was thinking of going to Sloan's Lake Beach and lying out a bit and maybe swim a little. Interested?" "Umm, yeah, totally. Let me go home and get my bathing suit. You want me to me you at your place?" "Yeah and bring some extra clothes too in case we wind up doing something after that." Thirty minutes later we leave my apartment for the short drive to Sloan's Lake. It is crowded, which isn't unexpected on a warm June day, so Dillon and I head past the lifeguard tower to the far left where the trees start and the beach ends. Dillon peels off his shirt and I catch myself staring a little. It is the same Dillon from last year only a little buffer; a faint patch of brown under his arms, one or two lonesome hairs around his nipples, a smooth firm chest, a pulled in waist and a wispy trail of brown disappearing into his board shorts. "What do you think Matt?" Dillon asks in a coquettish voice. "You look dang ripped boy, I can see college is doing okay by you." "Ha ha, thanks, you look not too bad for an old guy." I don't react at first and then I pounce on Dillon like a hungry cat on a defenseless mouse. He laughs and squirms as I put a vise grip body lock on him. "Alright, alright, I didn't mean old guy...." I start to loosen my grip and as he scrambles away he blurts out, "I meant really old." But he spoke too soon because his entire body hadn't cleared away from me and I snatch him by the ankle and pull him back and go back into a vise grip. I stand with him locked up tight and he is powerless to stop me as I walk him to the water. "No, no," he screams breathlessly, "I'll be good! You are young, really really young; younger than me even." But it doesn't help him as I launch backwards in the water and throw him over the top in a perfcet salto. Dillon lands deep in the cool water of the lake and immediately comes up to attack me and drag me in too. That is when we hear a whistle blow twice. We turn our heads in the direction of the lifeguard stand. I'll be damned, they've changed lifeguards. The new guard is wagging a disapproving finger at Dillon and me. "I'll be darned, c'mon Dillon, let's go talk to the lifeguard." Dillon still splashes me until we are all the way out of the water. We approach the lifeguard stand and I look up at the young guard sitting in the chair, his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses. "Gee Mr. Lifeguard sir, I'm really sorry my friend and I were causing problems." The lifeguard leans forward and pushes his sunglasses down his nose and addresses Dillon not me. "Where on earth did you find this thug Dillon." Which surprises me because I had no idea Dillon knew the lifeguard. "Eh you know how it is Ethan, I kinda found him moping around the mall and he looked so sad and lonely I figured I'd take pity on him and take him out for a day of fun." "Okay, so how do you two know each other? Cheyenne is small, but it isn't that small." Dillon speaks up first as Ethan Demming shifts back in his chair and resumes scanning the lake and beach. "I've hung out with Tom and Ethan a few times since I've been back from school." That surprises me a little, not a lot since Tom and Dillon are good friends from wrestling, but it is another piece in the puzzle that is Dillon. And I am thinking the smirk on Ethan's face is another piece. "Well watch out for him Dillon, I hear he has fast hands and knows a lot of moves," Ethan says without turning his head to look at us. Dillon looks like he is blushing or maybe it is the sun affecting him, but in any case he answers back, "I'll watch my back. Maybe you and Tom could hang with us after you get off today." "Sure, I'll call Tom my next break." "That is okay isn't Matt, you didn't have other plans did you?" "No, it sounds cool, we'll leave you alone now Ethan so you can work, see ya later tonight I guess then." Dillon and I head back to our towels. The sun is high and in the clear, thin mountain air it beats down, so I have him apply a good 30 SPF lotion to my back and legs. I don't know how he does it, but it feels more like a massage than just having suntan lotion applied. And I have to grin when Dillon asks me to 'do him too'. Am I looking for double entendres with him or is there really something there. As I spread the lotion on his back, I try to return the favor and rub it in well and am rewarded with a little moan out of him. "Damn, I forgot how much I miss your wrestling massages Matt. The college team isn't as tight as we were in high school. I don't get massages much anymore. "Anytime you are in need this summer, feel free to call. I will expect reciprocation of course," I grin at him. "Nooo problem." We lie about for a few hours, jumping in the cool waters of Sloan Lake to cool down every so often. Ethan came over on one of his breaks to say he had talked to Tom and we were all set for tonight Ethan said he gets off at about 5:30 and he needs to go home and shower so he figures by the time he gets Tom, it'll be about 6:30PM when he gets to my house. "You know you can shower at my place if you want and Tom can meet us all over there." "That sounds cool, I'll tell Tom to meet me at your place around 6PM then." The sun is still pretty at 4PM and a nice breeze out of the east is keeping the day pleasant, but I am thinking I've had enough sun for the day. "You ready to hit it Dillon?" "Sure, I think I need a nap before Tom and Ethan come over, this sun has zapped all my energy." We drive back to my place and Dillon follows me into my bedroom to grab the back pack with his change of clothes. "I'm gonna shower and rinse off the suntan lotion." "Sounds good to me," and I get a smile from Dillon. I head into the master bathroom, turn on the shower and start to drop my bathing suit when a totally naked Dillon walks in the bathroom. Damn does he look fine. He is filled out a bit from his role as a 125 pounder in high school and now looks to be the perfect 141 pounder in college. He hasn't changed that much otherwise from last year in high school; a sparse brown dusting of hair around a very nice cock, his wispy happy trail. I've never seen it hard before, but something tells me before the day is over I just might. He is looking down at his feet when he speaks, "I thought.... I thought maybe since I put it on, I should... you know.... take the suntan lotion off." I grin as my board shorts hit the floor, "I think that is a fine plan." Dillon looks up with a shy smile. His eyes are a deep azure and as he looks into mine, I do what feels most natural. I step over to him, place my hands on his biceps and lower my lips onto his. They are soft and warm and part as I touch mine to his. "Oh Matt," he says quietly before placing his lips back on mine. I move my arms from his biceps to encircle him, pull him tighter to me and suddenly all my resolve to go back on the straight and narrow dissolves. This feels right and natural. And thrilling. I get a tingle and thrill that is just missing when I kiss a girl. I can feel Dillon's cock, pushed against me and growing harder. I am sure he can feel mine doing the same. We kiss for a minute and Dillon slides down to his knees to take me in his mouth. I shudder and throw my head back as his warm mouth takes me in. "No," is all I can say. He looks up at me, surprised, "no?" "Let's shower, get the goop off and then go in the bedroom." His shy smile returns and he follows me into the shower and immediately soaps me up to take off the suntan lotion and I do the same, although I somehow manage to soap and caress his cute little buns that never had any lotion on them at all more than the rest of him. We are out of the shower quickly, toweled off and into my bedroom in record time. I pull the freshly scrubbed college boy on top of me and we resume kissing. I feel the warm breath through his nostrils and taste the spearmint gum he was crewing on the way home from the lake. Dillon grinds on top of me, thrusting his hard cock over mine while his tongue seeks mine. My hands wander down his back, it is smooth, firm and muscular and my hands end on the ass that is pushing the cock all over mine. I roll Dillon gently to his back, now with me on top his thrusting ends and he relaxes under me. I slow my kissing and move down to his collar bone that I suck with a suction sure to leave a hickey that can't be seen when his shirt is on; he giggles and playfully slaps the side of my head. His scent is fresh and clean, Irish Spring. I kiss him just above his innie and my tongue follows the sparse happy trail down his defined loin to his hard member, his purple head pointing to his chin. I take Dillon in my mouth and push all the way down 6 1/4 " until my nose nestles in the soft brown pubes; back up and now I lick around the rim and up the gully to flick off the pungent drop pre-cum that forms on the tip, Dillon moans and thrusts up and then relaxes back down and spreads his legs a little more. I see the tight pink ring below his roiling ball sac and my tongue can't resist exploring. As I approach with my tongue, licking down that sensitive region, Dillon lifts his legs a little in anticipation. I lick around the hole before penetrating with my tongue, it is musky, but not unpleasant and Dillon moans and swears, 'oh fuck Matt, uugggh, oh God'. He lifts his legs even higher and I penetrate deeper. Five minutes of my tongue, his ring is slippery wet and I slide in my middle finger gently and slowly inside him and move it up and back to find his pleasure center. I know I have found it when his dick jumps and he yelps. Another five minutes of massaging and banging there and Dillon is ready to move on. "Just fuck me Matt, pleeeeease." I smile and kiss him, withdrawing my finger and reaching to the night stand for supplies. I've just closed the night stand drawer and his legs are already high in the air in anticipation. One finger, two and then three loosen him up and he tells me he is ready, but go slow, it's been a while. My swollen head stands at his entrance, it is lubed well and slips inside the ring piece easily, but I feel his muscles tighten. "Relax babe, I'll go slow. Push out and relax and I'll slip in slowly." Dillon does as he is told and when I feel him relax after his push, I slide in easily and bury myself in him until my pubes are touching his ass. He gasps a little. "You okay college boy?" "Yeah, yeah, just stay there a minute..... okay, that's good.... Go ahead Matt." I start a slow rocking motion, sliding back and pushing back in, I try to finish high so I know I'm hitting his prostate and I guess I am because I get moans, my name and assorted 'oh Gods' that tell me it is working. Five minutes, ten, twenty, I keep building speed and power. "Oh fuck Matt, I can't last much longer." I just nod and increase my intensity even more lifting my knees off the bed. Five more thrusts and I can see Dillon's dick swell and then erupt in ropes of cum onto his chest and that is all it takes to push me over the edge. I pump until I am empty and then lie down on top of Dillon and kiss him a few more quick pecks before I slide off to the side. Dillon rolls into me and buries his head on my chest and wraps his left hand around me. "Mmm, that was nice Matt. Damn it has been so long." I smile, and run my fingers through his shaggy brown hair, "so what is the story on you Mr. Stein?" "Hmmm, I am on the gay side of bi. Derrick was my only outlet here in Cheyenne, but I've met a few guys in Greely and a few more online. Derrick brought me up to speed on what's been happening here so Tom and I have been talking online, Marco too so I am pretty up on the local scene here now. The question on everyone's lips is what your story is?" I exhale a good breath, what is my story indeed. "I wish I knew Dillon, honest to God I do." "You know you totally broke Marco's heart and I hear you broke Blake's too." "Blake?" That snaps me to a different level. "What makes you think I broke Blake's heart?" "Eh, I hear things, here and there. I piece together the bits and pieces that maybe everyone doesn't see 'cuz they are too close to it. So what is your story? Gay, straight, bi?" A sigh. "I would have said straight, then bi, then gay and then I thought I could be totally straight, but you.... this... I know that isn't really possible now. This felt so right to me, I got a thrill with you I haven't had in eight, nine months of dating girls again..." I pause. "Glad to be of service," he grins up at me. "Now I just need to figure out how to balance my life, date the right people and stop hurting the ones I care about." "You'll figure it out Matt, you're a good guy." And with that he closes his eyes and nuzzles into me. ************************************************************************ I wouldn't quite say Dillon and I spent the summer dating, because he didn't want to get too involved emotionally since he is going back to Greely in the fall, but we sure did spend a lot of time together including a lot of overnight stays in my bed. He did work with the kids in wrestling, taking them down to the regionals in Winnemucca, Nevada and then joining us in Fargo with the Cadets and Juniors. We are getting better and better all the time at the national level, but only Marco achieves All American status by placing 7th in Greco-Roman. I know he is getting better and better too, but I think it also helped that a certain blonde diver happened to be at his parents' house in Fargo that week and managed to make a lot of the tournament. Dillon and I managed to behave (mostly) for that ten days in North Dakota, but sadly just two weeks after getting back from Fargo, he had to get back to school in Greely and I had to get ready for fall football, also starting in mid-August. Two nights before he is set to leave he spends one last night with me at my place and I promise to visit him in Greely before school starts. It really is not much over an hour away. After Dillon leaves, I have some time to reflect on my feelings about him, Marco and especially Blake. I know that simply burying my feeling is no longer an option and trying to turn myself more to the straight side with a succession of women isn't going to work either. I hit on an interesting idea. A backpacking trip. I actually present the idea to Tony first. I propose he, Blake, Marco and I hike the Mt. Ida Trail along the Continental Divide and spend three nights at Rock Lake or Timber Lake. I propose it as a "kick off the senior year" idea to Tony. It is starting to hit me that Tony and Blake, my feelings for Blake notwithstanding, have been pretty big parts of my life for the last four years and next fall they will both be off to college. Tony loves the idea and thinks it'll be a good way to get in shape for Hell Week that would start two days after we get back. I let him present the idea to Marco and Blake and they kind of get the idea it was his idea, not mine which actually works out okay. We spend a week planning the trip, stocking up and packing. The hike in won't be easy, there is about an 2,000 elevation change and we start at over 9,200 feet, go up over 11,000 and then drop back down to the lake at just over 9,100 again so we decide to start out early on Tuesday morning so we'll have lots of daylight to make camp and set-up. The parents know where we are going, we have GPS, two cell phones that might work because of the high elevation and enough food for five days even though we are going in for three and we also have supplies in the car too. Blake drives his Blazer and picks me up just like he did for the trip to Denver almost two years ago now and I can't believe all that has happened in that time. In some respects it feels like that trip was a month or two ago, but in other it feels like a decade ago. There is no Marco lying across my lap this time, but we still have on country music and this time the four of us sing 'Beer For My Horses" at the top of our lungs as Blake pulls out onto the I-25 heading south towards Rocky Mountains National Park. An hour and half later as we are pulling in the Timber Lake Trailhead parking lot we are just finishing off a lusty version of 'It's Five O'Clock Somewhere'. The day is cool still, the thermometer in Blake's car said 61 degrees when we parked, but it is supposed to be a high of 80 today so we are feeling good about getting an early start. We are each carrying about 60 pounds on our packs. We grind for about forty five minutes to the first small bridge that crosses Timber Creek and we stop to drink and draw some water out of the creek. The trail is a steady climb that follows the creek and takes us higher and higher. Our second stop is at Long Meadows and the view is so gorgeous you just want to stop and stay here. The meadow is an incredible verdant green with tall pines ringing it. You can hear the whisper of the wind through the pines and the white clouds shift, seemingly just above in azure skies. Marco is next to me breathing hard and it yanks me from here to other times he's been beside me breathing hard. A stab of great regret hits me that I wasn't able to make us work and now he is lost to someone else. The second stab is that he is so happy. I know how incredibly selfish that is. I don't really want him to be unhappy, I love him far too much for that, but the irrational nagging is there. "I wish I'd brought a football," Tony says as he comes up beside me too. Spoken like a true quarterback. "Great, just what I want to do at 10,000 feet, exert myself even more." "Let's go ladies, we're burning daylight," Blake reminds us. Well not really burning daylight since it still just past 9AM and at our pace we should be making camp by noon, but it is time to move on. The climb up continues, we pass the Jackstraw Campsite where a few tents are scattered off the trail. Five minutes up from Jackstraw we turn a bend and come nose to nose with two elk. I don't know who was more surprised, us or them, but at 500 pounds or better with full racks, if they are surprised, they aren't worried. Tony slips out his camera and snaps some pics. Against my better judgment, I turn my back on the elk with Blake and Marco so Tony can get them in the background. These must be Hollywood elk, because I swear they looked and posed just as Tony snapped the pictures. We push up the trail and they move off about twenty feet and just keep grazing. After another hour of hard, steady climbing we come to the Rockslide Campsite and as we make the turn up the last bend towards Timber Lake the jagged peaks of the Continental Divide loom over us. The peaks are bare and rough, no trees because it there is no place for soil to hang on the steep rock. We snap a couple of photos and put on the auto shoot to get one of all four of us. Twenty minutes later we arrive at Timber Lake, 11,200 feet above sea level and water so clean, clear and cold it would probably kill you in ten minutes if you fell in. We hike around the far side where a glade is with a strand of tall trees that we can use to shelter the wind. Unpacking is pretty systematic. We hang the food in a bear bag first, well away from us and high, then we set-up the tents, two two man tents, and then we assemble our fishing poles. Blake and I hike to the west side of the lake where it is shallow and the trout come into the shallows to feed on mayflies, damselflies, and midges and on the bugs like ants and beetles that get blown into the lake. An hour of fishing yields us four, fat cutthroat trout. When we get back to camp, Marco and Tony have the fire ring set-up and a low fire going with a healthy supply of dry wood to stoke it when we have to. Blake and I take the fish to the edge of the lake to gut and clean them, but before we go I pull out my Ruger .480 Alaskan, a five shot revolver good enough to drop a brown bear just in case the wind carries the scent of bloody trout to unwelcome visitors. Blake and I work steady for about for about ten minutes quietly and quickly and soon two of the four trout are cleaned. "This is cool, you know," Blake says quietly. "What? Gutting fish?" He snorts a laugh, "no doof, hanging with you, doing this stuff." "Yeah, it is cool, that was why I suggested it." Blake snaps his head up, "this was your idea? I thought it was Tony's." I shake my head, "naw, it was mine, but I didn't know if you'd come if I suggested it." "Dude, why wouldn't I? You know I love spending time with you." "I dunno, things have been different with us the last year since... well since you know." "Oh," he says quietly, "Matt, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you to finish and I shouldn't have touched you. I don't blame you for avoiding me." "What? Blake? I'm not avoiding you, I thought you were mad at me for... for..." I stop because he knows what I mean. "No dude, I'm totally cool that just happened and like whatever; I thought you were mad at me." I laugh, it starts out low and soft, but soon I am roaring, Blake looks at me like I am a mad man, but he grins anyway. We finish gutting and cleaning the trout and throw the entrails out to the middle of the lake where their fellow trout will dine on their innards. High mountain lakes are nutrient poor and the extra parts will help the eco-system. Back at the campsite Tony has a skillet ready to fry the fillets. "I've never heard two guys having so much gutting fish." "Naw, it wasn't that, Blake told me about the time in 4th grade when the high school guys threw you out of the locker room at the pool buck naked and you ran around like a chicken with its head cutoff covering your cock with one hand and all the girls were gawking." Blake turns white as a ghost, Tony flushes, "oh man Blake, I can't believe you told him that story." Then Tony laughs, "it was pretty fucking funny though and it did get me my first date with Tiffany Forster. Matt, did I ever tell you the story about when Blake got diarrhea during the soccer game in 3rd grade?" Blake moans, Marco laughs and Tony launches into the story. An hour later we are lying back digesting a great meal and the boys have continued to dish stories about their childhood misadventures. We decide to clean up the cooking utensils and go for a hike further up the trail to scout for tomorrow; we still have a few hours of daylight left. We climb the saddle up above the lake, that is a climb up to about 11,500' and gives a clear view of Mt. Ida, an imposing 12,844 feet peak that is our goal tomorrow. Back in camp the sun is starting to dip behind the high peaks. It will be light in Cheyenne for over another hour and half, but up here, we'll be in pitch black in less than half that time. Marco stokes up the fire a little. "Anyone want some tea?" I throw out to the boys. "Tea?" Marco cocks his head. "With a splash of peppermint schnapps of course." I get a chorus of three yes's pretty fast at that. Night falls quickly, the stars rise and the temperature drops. The hot tea with the schnapps is a great way to end the day. We sit around the fire getting mellow. "Who is in what tent?" Marco asks. I've kind of been dreading this conversation ever since I proposed the trip to Tony. Do I sleep with Marco as I have in the past or is that too uncomfortable because he has a boyfriend now, do I sleep with Blake even though we had the awkwardness over Stacy, although that is fixed now, it would be totally weird to sleep with Tony since I never have before. Tony speaks, first, "I dunno I assumed Blake and me in one tent and you and Matt in the other. That is what we usually do, are you cool with that Matt?" I glance at Marco, "I'm cool, you Marco?" Marco nods, even if it seems a little hesitantly. Thirty minutes later we turn in. Marco and I crawl into our sleeping bags. "I've missed you Matt, goodnight," he says just above a whisper as he kisses me good night. "I know babe, me too, g'night," and I kiss him back. I wake early in the morning and it is crisp and clear, it feels good be outside in my boxers in the 52 degree mountain air. I dress, brush my teeth and start a breakfast of bacon and eggs from the supplies we packed in. I also start hot water for coffee. The boys comes out of the tent at the scent of the vittles. A good breakfast in us and the utensils cleaned up we head up the trail towards Mt. Ida. Two hours of a steep climb and we are standing on top of Mt. Ida, huffing and puffing it has been worth the effort, the view is spectacular in every direction we look. Fifteen minutes of picture taking we are ready to start back down. The trip back down takes less than an hour but we are sweating up a storm so we decide to brave the chilly water of the lake. I strip down naked first and run to the lake and just flop in, it is the only way to do it. It is like being stung by a thousand needles and the water takes my breath away. Tony almost flops on top of me with Blake landing on him and Marco landing on the both of them. We horse around and dunk each other and wrestle in the water, totally ignoring the fact that we are bare buck naked. Twenty minutes is about all we can stand so we come plowing out of the icy, alpine water to an 80 degree day. Blake laughs and yells at Tony, "oh my God dude, your dick hasn't been that small since third grade." And it is true, Tony with the 8" monster is shriveled and his balls have retreated north, ditto for Marco, Blake and me. Tony looks down and giggles. "If I am back at third grade Burroughs, you are like Mrs. Jensen's pre-school right now." We go find some rocks by the shore to lie on, warm up and let things return to normal. When we have warmed up, Marco and Tony go get their fishing poles and they head off to fish for the trout today, Blake and I are in charge of the cooking and clean-up, Tony and Marco are catching dinner. It is another great meal and topped again by our peppermint schnapps. The next day, our last, we trek up to Highest Lake, another hike that takes us over 12,000' and back, swim some more and repeat our routine except tonight, I pull out of the lake some vacuum packed rib eye steaks I've been hiding, so instead of trout, we have steak. It is going great until the first drops of rain hit us. We scramble to clean up before it gets worse, we can feel the wind coming up, smell the moisture in the air. Storms come up quickly in the Rockies since the clouds can hide behind the peaks. Just as Marco is zipping the tent closed the storm hits with a fury. The rain beats on our tent and the wind howls down the glade. The temperature has to have dropped below 50 degrees too. Marco slides over next to me. He is shivering, his bag isn't as well insulated as mine. It is bigger though. "Marco, zip down and let me in." Marco doesn't even protest. I slip in next to him and zip back up. His whole body is quivering so I wrap my arms around him and pull him tight. He spoons inside me and sighs. It feels great. It feels right. It feels wrong. I fall asleep with Marco in my arms as the storm rages outside. The storm subsides during the night, but when I wake I don't want to move away from Marco it feels so good. Tony zips open our tent. "Breakfast is almost ready." I grin at him like I've been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. "Blake and I did the same, that was a hell of a storm last night." "Time to wake up Marco," I say quietly. "I've been awake awhile, I just like this." I sigh. What have I lost. We cook the last of the eggs, Blake and Tony caught some more trout for breakfast and some to take home to their parents. After we have breakfast we clean up the campsite, break down the fire ring, drown the fire and bury all traces of it. You'd never know we've been here. The hike back to the car takes half the time of getting here because it is all downhill. Timber Creek is swollen and the last bridge is under water a little, we have to cross with the water over the top of our boots but it isn't that bad. I love camping and hiking and being away, living off the land, but when we get back to Blake's 4 by and 'I Love This Bar' comes on the radio, it puts a big smile on my face and it hits me how lucky I am to have these friends. Blake drops me first, we are just finishing 'I Ain't Good As I once Was' as he pulls in. I high five all the boys as I leave. It was a great four days. I am just stepping out of the shower, a long, slow shower and the phone is ringing. As I answer an unexpected voice greets me. "Hey" "Hey to you too." "I really like camping and hiking and trout and all that but I really want a Meat Lovers Pizza. Can I come over tonight?" I smile to myself, "sure Blake, you can even spend the night if you want." ************************************************************************ Life is good. Blake and I are back at a good relationship, our football team is look sharp as can be. Yup, everything is great. Until our first football game. Kelly Walsh just rips us up one side and down the other, 45-7. I've never lost a game that badly in my life and it just gets worse. The next week Thompson Valley beats us 32-14 and the team is losing that promise we thought we had just three weeks ago. We finally right the ship against Green River, beating them 23-13 and Evanston 20-7. The upcoming week we have Tony and his Cheyenne East team in a crucial league showdown. Our swagger is back, we are starting to come together and I know the stands are packed tonight with college coaches from Colorado, Wyoming, Nevada and Idaho to look at Tony, Blake and a few more of the guys on each team. Tony makes us look like a Pop Warner team riddling our defense all night throwing four TD passes and tacking on a field goal to beat us 31-7. We have dropped to 2-3 and life looks bleak. We manage to bounce back though and beat Rock Springs 41-6, Laramie in three overtimes 45-42, but then drop our last game to Natrona 15-10. It is good enough though for us to limp in the championship bracket as the runner-up in league behind Tony and Cheyenne East. Our first playoff game is against Laramie that it took three overtimes to beat last time and we manage to top them in regulation this time, 27-20. Next we have Natrona who beat us just two weeks ago, but Blake comes up big on defense and leads us to a 23-20 victory setting up a game for the state championship against Cheyenne East who beat us like red headed step children last time. November 11 is a chilly night. A cool wind whips down the plain and it could snow before the game is over, but for now it is holding off. Tony and his teammates have been all over town this week acting as if this last game is a mere formality and they are already the 5A State Champs in football. Our boys, led by Blake think different. We take the opening kickoff and march down the field to score and take a 7-0 lead. Tony tries to answer, but the passes that couldn't miss earlier in the season are being dropped left and right; it is like his receivers have olive oil on their hands. We march again just as the first quarter ends and push across the goal line to take a 14-0 lead. We are controlling the game, but you can only hold Tony so long and he hits Sandy Duke with a swing pass that goes for 40 yards and cuts our lead to 14-7 at half. East gets the ball to start the second half and they take the ball and jam it right down our throats with Tony scoring on a keeper from the 1 yard line to tie us and 14-14. You can see some nervousness on our sidelines and the offense can't do a thing with their first possession and after we punt back to East, Tony has them on the move again. On the move that is until Blake tags Gunnar Furst with a hit they could hear in Laramie and the ball pops out. We recover on the East 48 yard line and that is all the inspiration our offense needs to drive and grab a 21-14 lead. Tony does his best to rally his team, but with Blake whipping up the Central defense, we swarm them and stifle any offense they have. Sandy takes a pitch out and heads to our sideline, but gets met by our cornerback, Chris Conner, coming up and he hits Sandy in a de-cleater and Sandy crumples to the field. After an initial burst from the crowd they go quiet as Sandy doesn't move. I am the first one to him and he is out cold, his eyebrows are fluttering. I kneel down and undo his chin strap, our team doctor is by my side now too. It takes the East coach and trainer another 20 seconds to get to us. "I think he was out pretty hard coach," I say to the East coach as he stands over us, but Sandy is starting to stir now. I back off and let the trainer and doctor attend to Sandy. "Damn that was a hit," he mutters in general, not necessarily to me, "thanks for coming out Matt." "You'd do it for our kids too John, Sandy is a good kid." He nods in agreement. After a minute Sandy is back to full consciousness and at two minutes is back on his feet to the cheers of both sides and is leaving the field on his own, but he still looks pretty shaky. I doubt he'll be back tonight. That hits seems to take the last bit of fight out of East and there isn't much fight left in them. We score once more, but miss the extra point so the games ends 27-14 and a state championship for Cheyenne Central. The team that had so much promise, but stumbled early comes through in the end. I am greeting the Central parents who are happy beyond belief and Tony Sr. and Nancy find me too and give me a hug and a sincere congratulations. The Duke's find me too and really thank me for the concern over Sandy. Jack and Norma are over the moon, especially Jack. "Thanks for all you've taught Blaker Matt, he would never have been this good if he'd stayed at East." Norma rolls her eyes, "Thanks Matt for getting Blake to study so he can actually go to college." My parents find me on the field, they drove down from Sheridan for the game, and sat with Jack and Norma in the stands. "Great game honey," my mom says as she pecks me on the cheek. "You too Blake, you played great, you looked like Matt six years ago." Blake has walked up and grins shyly at my mother's praise. "Thanks Mrs. Kendrick, that means a lot actually." My parents rejoin the Burroughs, but before they head over to the parents party they say hello to Tony and the Palatzo's. We are all going over to the Palatzo's on Sunday for dinner before my folks head back up to Sheridan on Monday morning. It should be an interesting meal with Marco and Blake around my parents. ************************************************************************ Wrestling is in full swing now with football over. I don't have time to go home for Thanksgiving because we have a tournament so the Palatzo's have me over for dinner. Jack and Blake come over after dinner and all the men sit in the den, drink beer and watch football while Norma, Nancy and the ladies sip wine in the kitchen doing what women do when the men are watching football. Blake and I are back to hanging out more again. He broke up with Shelly just after football and has still been tight lipped about her and why they broke up. He just shrugs and says 'you know, just no chemistry' when I ask and I don't press too much more. Also back is our sexually charged banter, the 'you suck', 'you wish', 'bite me', 'it's too small to bite' and so on. It is kidding, but I also feel a current flowing just below the surface. And then I push it one step further. The guarantee. Maybe it was just bullshit banter like we always do or maybe I really wanted it to go this way, but anyways, I said it. "What are you doing tonight," Blake wanted to know that Friday night in January, "I fuckin' need some action, you have plans for getting any? Otherwise I need to call up one of them hoochie mama's from school." "Come out with me Blake and I guarantee you'll get some action." "You getting' me laid tonight?" his grin is wicked. "I can't promise you'll get laid, but I can guarantee ya to get a blow job at least." There it was I guaranteed him a blow job, now how could I deliver? "Wow, a guarantee, you are pretty cocky cowboy. Okay, I'll hang with you but I'm holding you to your guarantee." Blake picks me up and we hit all the usual places where we can pick up girls and nothing is panning out. "You better put on your chap stick Kendrick, looks like you're my bitch tonight." "Bah," and I take out my phone and text a message. Score! I get the response. I direct Blake to an apartment complex over by Walmart and when the door swings open, I see his eyes. I am not sure if it is panic or defeat, but standing there in the doorway is Stacy the slut. We go in and as she goes to get us a couple of beers, Blake hisses, 'this is so cheatin'. I just grin as Stacy settles in between us and starts rubbing my thigh. Two beers later Stacy excuses herself and disappears down the hall and I am pretty sure the guarantee is going to pay off. "Matt," she calls from down the hallway, "can you come here a sec?" When I turn the corner into her bedroom she is topless and she pretty much attacks me, pulling her into me and trying to stick her tongue down my throat. "Hey, let's Blake in here too," I say to her. "No, I just want you." "We can't leave him out there." "Yes, we can," as she starts to fumble unbuttoning my Wrangler jeans. And it hits me like a ton of bricks I really don't want anything to do with her, I'd rather just be with Blake. "No, we can't," and I step away from her, rebutton my jeans, and head down the hall, "c'mon Blake, let's go." "Matt!" Stacy yells and come out of the bedroom topless and only in panties now, "okay, come on we all can." But Blake and I are already out the door headed to his Blazer. We are in the 4by when Blake turns to me. "I need to sober up a bit more, where can we go?" "Go to Kiwanis Lake, it is just a few blocks away." Blake drives the half mile to Kiwanis Lake and drives down the dark roads until we are actually just behind Lake Absarraca in the trees. He turns off his car and cracks the windows a little and lies back. We sit like that for about five minutes, quiet, just the sound of our breathing. "What happened back there, it looked like you had your guarantee met." "Yeah, I just decided she is too skanky." We sit quietly another minute. "So what happens to your guarantee now?" Blake asks quietly. "Well I'm your last possibility bitch," there, I said it. It is out there now. "Better start sucking then," is his breathless answer. "You whip out that tiny thing and I'll suck it if I can find it." This is the type of banter we've done before. I can hear his breathing picking up. There is no snappy come back this time. Instead I hear a snap being undone and a zipper. I look over and Blake is reaching in his boxers and pulling a hard cock out. It is out and he moves his hands away. This is it. I've dreamed and jacked off thinking about this for four years now and there it is. Blake is a little buzzed. What will he think when he is stone cold sober? What the hell, he whipped it out. I lower my mouth down over him and take Blake into my mouth for the first time. I smell his musk and feel the heat radiating off his dick. My lips slip over a big purple head and all the way down his shaft to his boxers. 'Shit' escapes Blake's lips and I start back up and lick around the rim of his crown. There is a little pre-cum on the tip that I flick away with my tongue and that causes his cock to jump. I wrap my hand around it and start a slow bob on it. Blake's right hand rests in my hair. I am on my fifth or sixth bob down when Blake stops me. "No.... Matt.... Stop......" and he lifts me off his cock. "Blake.... I...." "Not now," and he does up his jeans and starts the car. Fuck, I knew I pushed it too far. It was all good fun and funny banter, but it got too real and Blake didn't know it was real, he thought we were just horsing around, joshing. We drive back to my place and all the way back I am praying that Blake and I can still be friends, that he won't push me away. That would hurt too much. I can't believe I fucked up this friendship by letting my imagination get the better of me. Blake pulls into my complex and I get out. "Blake.... Blake.... I" "Shut up," he says and turns off his truck, gets out and starts walking to my apartment. I follow, more confused than ever. He steps aside to let me unlock the door. We step inside and as I close the door Blake pushes me against it. "I don't want you to finish this if you are going to hate me or ignore me tomorrow. Not like last time, I can't lose you again. I'd rather have you as my friend then all the blow jobs in the world. Blake's eyes that are normally are a pale blue look two shades darker and wild and intense. I grab his two wrists that have me pinned and push his arms down and behind him as I step into him and touch my lips to his lightly. I feel him collapse his weight into me pushing us back against the wall. "I've wanted to do that," I pause, "and the other thing since that first week in Kyle Bunch's class Blake." "Oh God Matt I think I did too. Why has this taken so long?" "Let's ask that question later." I kiss him again gently, brush my lips on his, I can feel stubble above his lip. Gentle isn't on Blake's mind though. He drives his tongue into my mouth and brings his bulk against me pressing me into the wall. "Not here tiger, let's move this party." He backs his weight off me and grins guiltily and lets me lead him to the bedroom. At the foot of my bed we pause and I start to unsnap his Alexander Julian plaid shirt and I nuzzle my nose in his neck. Blake sighs and rocks his head back giving me access to his neck so I start to nibble. He steps in closer, but so close that we topple back on to the bed, although I'm not sure that wasn't the idea the whole time. His shirt undone, I pull it up and out of his jeans, pulling it and the white t-shirt, up and over his head. As cute as I thought Blake's body was when I first saw it, I like this one better. He isn't a 5'6", 113 pound 8th grader on the verge of manhood, he is a 6'1", 185 pound hunk of man two weeks past his 18th birthday. His chest is well developed and muscular with traces of his brown hair sparsely distributed. He has washboard abdominals ending in a deep v-cut that plunges into his Wanglers. I run my thumps up his abs to his chest and linger on his nipples that are the size of quarters. Blake moans a little while kissing me and yanks my Polo knit up and off so he can caress my chest too. With my shirt off and me rubbing his pecs, Blake starts to undo my belt with the Frontier Days buckle and then unbutton my jeans; that accomplished he breaks our kisses long enough to slide them off leaving me only in boxers. He stands and sheds his jeans, dropping them on the floor where he discarded mine. His boxers are tenting and he lies back down on top of me, in between my legs, the thin layer of two cotton boxers separating our erections, straining to get out. Blake grinds down into me and I thrust up into him. The kissing lasts for five, ten minutes, I can't keep track, there is a wind storm happening in my head blowing all reason and caution away. I am kissing Blake and I love it. I roll Blake to his back so I can pick back up where I left off thirty minutes ago. I don't bother with my usual kissing down the chest etc. routine, I am too keyed up to be patient. A quick lick around the purple head before I take him full in my mouth and start an intense bobbing, pausing at the top occasionally to concentrate on the tip and slit. I work him over for about fifteen minutes and he seems to be in a different place and plane, his eyes look like he is lost in ecstasy. As I think he is getting close he pushes my head up and spins his body to match mine, latches onto my boxers and whisks them off me and positions himself under me so he can take me in his mouth. I can't believe the intensity of feeling as his warm mouth envelops my shaft. This is Blake. My dick is in his mouth. I sigh and go back to working on him but at a slower pace so I can catch up to where he is. It doesn't take me long given the state I was already in and within five minutes I know I could go at any time so I pick up my pace on Blake and pull out all my best techniques, really concentrating on the head since that is where the most sensitive areas are. I am about to shoot when I feel Blake releasing into my mouth so that triggers an immediate reaction in me and I explode in his throat, he swallows gamely to keep up and now he squirms as he peters out and I keep up the licking on his sensitive places. I am totally spent too so I withdraw from Blake's mouth and relent in my assault of his cock. I reach down and pull him up to me. We are both breathing hard and with my left hand on his chest I can feel his heart beating a mile a minute. He snuggles into me and drapes a leg over mine. A sigh breaks the silence, "Why didn't he do this four years ago Matt? Way haven't we been doing this for four years?" "I dunno, the timing didn't feel right, the situation didn't feel right. I wasn't sure you wanted to. I wasn't sure I wanted to. I've been fighting these feelings Blake. I can't fight them anymore. I don't want to fight them anymore." "I love you Matt, you know that don't you?" "And I love you too Blake. I mean I've always loved you just like I love Tony and Marco and Sandy and Tom, so many of you guys from Carey, but with you there was always an extra dimension I couldn't put my finger on; a dimension that scared me. I've wanted to explore it, but I didn't and now I have and I am still scared." "What are you scared of?" "Jack and Norma, Tom and Laura, even Tony Sr. and Nancy; what will they all think? Will they think I got this job to......" "Matt, don't even say it, don't think it. My parents love you, they've seen what you've done for me. I am practically straight "A's" now, all-state in football and will be going to a good university. And it isn't like we need to tell anyone anything any time soon." "I suppose." We are quiet another five minutes. "Matt?" "Mmm?" I mumble. "Are you gonna fuck me?" "You mean tonight? Now?" "Yeah, as soon as you are ready." "Are you sure Blakers? You've never done this before." "I know, but please, Mattie. I want...., no, I need you to do this." "If you are sure.... I am mean we don't have to and we can stop anytime." "I'm sure, I've been sure since the 8th grade Matt." I sit on my knees in between his legs, rub his rose softly with my finger around the edges, spreading lube as I do. He moans up at me. Lifts his legs up a little and further apart. "Ah Mattie, yes, please." His voice drips with intensity. I lube up my erection and get it ready to go. Lube up Blake's ring piece too. Spread it around the wrinkled skin and then inside. Finger him a little to loosen him up. He is tense and tight. "Relax a little Blake, get your breathing under control or I won't do this." I can feel the ring relax a bit, just surrender to me. One finger enters easily, than two and finally three. I push up on my knees, take my butt off my heels and connect with his bottom, pull him back toward me a little. My cock is pointing the ceiling in an incredible state of arousal so I have to push it back down to line it up. Blake's butt looks small and the hole even smaller. "I don't want to hurt you." "Fer God's sake, Mattie, just put it in. I am ready." I start pushing it in an inch at a time. I want to keep everything nice and slow. Blake pushes back involuntarily and stifles a cry of pain, but just keeps pushing back into me. He's not stopping and I ease forward too. Finally I get all the way down and stop, my pubis presses into his ass. He squirms a little. His tunnel convulses, squeezes. The tightness is almost painful to me, I can imagine how he feels. We stay there for a piece until he's relaxed and the pain subsided, until he can stand me buried deep inside him. Blake nods for me to start pushing back and forth, thrusting in. I hold his legs behind the knees, thrust up and in. I go in a little too far and hard. He yelps. "Blake?" "Keep going, I'm fine." I start pumping again. I start slow and build my speed until we both are panting and moaning. I lift his legs even higher and put my elbows behind his knees so I can kiss him while I pump and slide. He moans, either I'm hitting the spot just right or he is hurting. I can't tell by the look on his face and his eyes are closed. Blake wraps his legs around me, squeezes and grabs my ass with his hands. I search his face for clues. His breaths are short and quick, low moans fill the room. A band of sweat beads on his forehead, rolls down the side of his head. His hair starts to dampen down onto his forehead. I still can't tell if the look is agony or ecstasy, but he hasn't said stop so I keep rocking. Sweat appears on my chest and forehead and drips down onto Blake beneath me. I bend to kiss him again and his hands on my ass urge me to go faster. His nails did in slightly as he pulls me roughly to him. The pounding of my flesh to his is so loud and the moans from him louder still I am sure neighbors three doors down can hear, but that doesn't slow me. I am lost in the moment, lost in Blake. The pace picks up as we build to the inevitable conclusion. I want this to last forever and a day, but even as I think it, I know the end is near. I want the world to go away. I want Blake and me to be the world. I want this forever, me and him forever a part of each other. The world might be different tomorrow, but for now he is my world and I am his. "Blakers, I'm close, so close. "Push faster, harder", he whimpers. I straighten up and rock back so I can hit his spot. It must be working because his bottom lip is quivering and he mewls. A friendship on the edge of this for four years and now all those close calls build into an intense finale. I pull some lube off my loin and grab Blake's cock that is hard and pointed to his chin. He is still sensitive from the blow job and it jumps at my touch, his chin juts up and that is probably a good thing as ropes of cum hit his chin and neck where his lips were seconds ago. As his cock drains I feel the pressure building in me and then release. The time warps into slow motion and I feel like I am floating above us and then I crash back into real time. "Oh fucking shit damn fuck oh gawd... oh gawd!" I feel like I can't breathe. I've just run ten miles at 10,000 feet and there is no oxygen in the room. I start to sit back and Blake won't let me. "No, leave it." So I leave my rapidly softening cock in him and lie on top. My sweat mixes with his seed. My chest is heaving and he breathes lightly. Slowly I return to the here and now. Our friendship has changed forever. What will it be tomorrow in the light of day. Next week. When Blake goes off to college. I leave that for then. This is now. End of Chapter 15