Date: Sat, 20 Feb 2010 15:22:46 -0800 From: Tim P Subject: Blake's Story Chapter 7 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 Seven - Student Teaching at Cheyenne Central & Denver Trip Matt's Story I've been keeping in touch with Blake & Marco via email and AIM chat. I talk to Tony and Tom McAllister once in awhile too, but mostly it has been Blake and Marco. We just chat about football, lifting, sports in general, movies, books, girls and stuff, mindless nothing stuff. I move back to the same area where I lived before on Mountain Rd., not far from the Frontier Mall. I am pretty close to Carey Junior High School, where I was an aide and East High where Tom, Tony & Blake are sophomores now and playing on the sophomore football team. Marco is a 9th grader this year and plays frosh football at East High; even though he is technically going to East High his classes are at Carey still because of overcrowding at the high school. I however wound up at Cheyenne Central for my student teaching where I am coaching the freshman football team and helping with the varsity linebackers. I really like Central and my master teacher George is the line coach for the varsity. He has been a great mentor for me and really supportive, but I can't help being a little sad that I am not at East High with the guys. It actually is probably better this way since they have become personal friends over the last couple of years and that might be tough to have them in the classroom and on the field now. Football has consumed my life so far this fall. I am at school until 7PM at least every night. Practice ends for the kids at 5:30 on the field, but we have lifting afterwards two days a week and film on the other days. Friday nights are the games and I seldom am home before midnight, Saturday mornings are more lifting and maybe scouting a game Saturday night, Sunday is watching game film of the next opponent all day and devising the strategy on offense and defense, that takes us to 7PM Sunday. I had no idea when I was playing how much time and dedication it took from the coaches. When I get home from school, I have homework to grade. I am doing my student teaching in English for three class and P.E. for two. Thank goodness I don't have all five periods of English, I'd never sleep! Since I've been back I've seen the guys a few times here and there, but we are all pretty busy with football right now. Cheyenne Central is having a bang up year so far. We opened the year with a crushing of Gillette and proceeded to roll over Rock Springs, Natrona, Scottsbluff and Green River. That brought us to East High and one of our biggest challenges of the year, They have played pretty much all the same teams we have and this is the Capital City Bowl, the championships of the city, the right to strut around the malls and restaurants in the city for another year. And for the first time since Cheyenne split off the high schools into Central and East the game won't be played at Okie Blanchard Stadium. Instead, we are playing a true home game against East High at Riske Field. Now I am not a Cheyenne person, but even I get the significance of the Capital City Bowl. I guess Central has had its way with East for many years now, but since Blake's class got there things have changed and are looking up for East and this big rivalry game is big for them and East wins the game 43-21 and that gives them a good seed going into the playoffs and lands us in a consolation game against Green River who promptly beats us 14-7 despite the fact we beat them earlier in the season. East goes on to finally lose in the semi-finals to Campbell County (Gillette). ************************************************************************************************************************ With football season behind us I have more time to see the guys on the weekends. Blake is driving now so it is weird when he comes to pick me up. We go to the movies, hit the arcade at the mall, go to the Y and spend some times the Municipal pool because it has a slide in it. When we go to the Y it is kind of like it was two years ago, we lift really seriously, but when it comes time for stretching the touching and pushing is intimate, almost erotic. We don't talk about it later and we are pretty silent while it is going on, but the tension is palpable. If I go home right after the Y I have to jack off immediately and I always blow huge wads. If I DON'T go home, I have damn blue balls until I do. There has never been any overt sexual contact between Blake and me, but we flirt, if that is what you can call it, shamelessly. And when we are alone, our conversation is twinge with all kinds of sexual innuendo and banter. "Suck my dick", "You wish!", "No, you wish!", "I'd suck it, but there isn't much there to suck", "It'd be the best damn blow job you ever had", "I would, but you couldn't handle the ecstasy", "Whip it out and if I can find it, I'll suck it", and so on. It is good natured and it is joking. Kinda. If he ever did call my bluff and whipped it out, I am pretty sure I'd suck it. I don't know if I called his bluff if he would. I do know that one time after the Y we are going to pick up Tony and Marco and go over to the Frontier Mall to the movies and dinner after. We are going through the sexual banter that laces our conversations when we are alone and Blake says, "Hey don't joke like this around Tony, ok?" "No worries Blake, that is something fun between me and you." He looks relieved and he honks his horn and out comes Tony and Marco. Tony is bigger, more adult and more serious it seems. Marco is still a happy bouncy kid, but he has matured physically too. He is taller and more built than he was last year in the 8th grade and a far cry from the boy he was at 12 and 13 in the 7th grade. On the way to the mall we talk about our trip to Denver next weekend. We have the Burroughs's Broncos season tickets and Jack has the Marriott Residence Inn they always stay at already reserved and paid for Friday and Saturday nights and we'll drive home Sunday after the game. It should be a great time to reconnect with the guys and spend some quality time with them. ************************************************************************************************************************ It's Friday after school and Blake picks me up last. Tony is in the front seat of the Blazer so I climb in back with Marco. He is decked out in Bronco gear already and has a pillow and blanket, ready for the ninety minute ride down to Denver. It is an easy, straight shot down the I-25. Blake has Brooks & Dunn in his CD player and as he pulls away from my complex Boot Scootin' Boogie comes on and by the time he has turned out of my driveway we are all singing, badly, at the top of our lungs and rocking out. This is going to be a great weekend!! By the time Blake hits the I-25 Tony is settled back and he and Blake are arguing about if Brian Griese is ever going to be as good as Elway or not. I know the answer is no, but it isn't worth getting into with the boys. Denver will probably never see a QB of Elway's caliber again, he is a once in a lifetime occurrence for a team. Marco rolls his eyes at me as the debate rages, lays his pillow on my lap, stretches out and lays his head pillow to sleep on the way down and avoid the Bronco talk. Blake has KOA 850 on the radio with real Bronco Talk as a back drop to his and Tony's version of Bronco talk. I close my eyes and lay back, my right hand rests on Marco's side and I absent mindedly stroke his chest slowly, my left hand twirls in his brown mop absently mindedly too. After about 15 minutes I am drifting, on the edge of being asleep. Marco has his hands underneath the pillow, hugging it to his head. I feel his right hand resting on my left thigh. In the same way my right hands circles slowly on his chest, his right hand is massaging my thigh. Marco's left hand rests on my crotch and I can feel the back of his hand on me. His hand is moving ever so slightly. Is it conscious? Unconscious? In my not quite awake, not quite asleep state I am aware that I am getting hard, but I don't do anything to stop it or adjust it. The harder I get, the more aware Marco becomes of it I think because the movement of his left hand becomes more pronounced and now his left hand moves up and down the entire length of my erection, not fast, there is no danger of me cumming at all, it is just a nice pleasant feeling. "Do you remember the off-ramp for the Residence Inn Matt?" Blake's voice drags me back to reality and full consciousness. We are already through Thornton and we are only about 5 miles north of the I-70. "Yeah, it is Speer, just stay right and then it is the first left. Hey Marco, time to wake up bud, we are almost to the hotel." As Marco sits up and pulls the blanket off, I know the last 60 minutes hasn't been an accident because Marco has an obvious erection in his Wranglers and as he pulls the pillow up to throw in back, I have my own wood going on in my Wranglers. I pretend not to notice either one of our erections and I strike up a conversation with Tony & Blake, hoping distraction will help me go soft by the time we hit the hotel. "So did you guys figure it out? Is Griese going to be as good as Elway and get us another Super Bowl title?" The argument that had run its course, flairs again, this is going to be a great weekend. We check into the Residence Inn, drop our bags in the room and decide to walk over to LoDo (pronounced Low Dough and it stands for Lower Downtown) and fool around while it is still light out, maybe go by Coors Field and buy some Rockies gear or we could go the opposite direction to the Pepsi Center and buy some Nuggets stuff. I think we'll wind up at Coors since the Rockies are much cooler than the Nuggets. We walk around LoDo for a bit, we do indeed hit the Rockies store and spend some time in the Tattered Cover Bookstore, a personal fave of mine. I could spend days there. Blake comes over and he looks kind of nervous. "What's up Blakers" "Well we are kind of hungry." "OK, so let's go eat." There is something going on that I am not picking up on. "So we were thinking we could stop at Proto Pizzeria on the way back to the hotel and pick up a couple of pizzas to take back to the room." Something tells me there is more. "And?" I ask arching an eyebrow. "Ummm and you could stop by the 7-11 and get a case of Coors maybe. I mean we aren't going out or driving or anything so there is no place for us to get in trouble. We could watch some of the DVDs I brought and eat pizza. You know?" "Hahaha, ok I get it. Well this a special weekend so I suppose a 12 Pack wouldn't kill us." Blake turns and gives the thumbs up signal to Tony and Marco. They high five and we start the walk back up 15th St. to Proto Pizzeria. I leave the Blake and Tony with money to pay for the pizza and Marco and I go the 7-11 to get drinks and snacks. "Who is sleeping where tonight?" Marco asks casually, looking over at me. "Well I hadn't really thought about it. Do you have an idea?" I ask back, equally casually. The rooms at the Residence Inn are townhouses, a bedroom and bathroom upstairs with a king bed and a bedroom, also with a king bed, bathroom, living room and full kitchen downstairs. "I was thinking I could sleep in the bed room with you. I have to sleep with Tony all the time on family trips and it would be nice to get a break from him." "Makes sense," I shrug, "I'll ask Tony and Blake what they think." I decide to get a case of Coors, I mean we are here two nights after all, and we get some water and chips too. Marco and I are already done with our first Coors when Blake and Tony show up with the pizzas and salads. We got a large Atomica and a large Traffic Jam so we know we aren't going to starve. As I open the boxes and get plates out of the cupboard, Blake and Tony pick up their bags. "Hey, um, Tony and I are going to take the downstairs bed room if that is ok with you Matt." "Why, what's wrong with Marco? Is he a bedwetter?" Marco snorts and blows beer out of his nose. Tony is laughing too. "Naw Tony is just tired of him. I don't think Marco has wet the bed for gosh, weeks now probably." Blake laughs back at me. "That's good with me, you ok with that Marco?" "Ah ok I guess." He winks at me and looks like the cat that swallowed the canary. Blake and Tony quickly catch up on the Coors and we dive into the Proto pizzas. Blake puts Gladiator in the DVD player and almost three hours later I am pleasantly buzzed and stuffed, Blake and Tony are drunk and slightly stupid, wrestling around on the floor and Marco is pleasantly buzzed too, falling asleep laying into me. As the credits roll I shake Marco and tell him to head upstairs and brush his teeth and I'll be up in a minute. I dive on top on Blake and Tony as they wrestle and wedgie them both which is easy since they are too buzzed to put up the same defense they would if they were sober. They laugh hysterically, that too hysterical laughter that comes from too much beer. I roll off and wish them good night as I head upstairs. Marco is in the bathroom in just his boxers brushing his teeth. I can't believe how well his body has filled out. He isn't the skinny little 7th grader any more, he is probably up to about 5'8, 125 pounds and solid, I know he is hoping to drop to 119's for wrestling. I can see his lats flex and his defined biceps as he brushes his teeth. He is quite the complete little package. I take a leak while he is finishing, he rinses and spits and to my surprise joins me at the toilet where he whips his dick and starts to piss out some of his beer. He grins and I look down at what Marco is packing these days. Very nice, much bigger than it was last year, longer and thicker, a man's dick now not a boy's dick anymore. I brush my teeth, and finish my bed time preparations, Marco is already in bed, face down starting to drift off. I crawl into bed next to him and as he feels me get in the bed he scoots over, puts his head on my chest, his left arm around me and says goodnight. My left arm is around him, I kiss the top of his head and wish him a goodnight too. **************************************************************************************************************** Blake is sucking on my dick. His head bobs up and down slowly on me. The warmth of his mouth surrounds my cock. I can feel his tongue flicking around my head and I moan slightly at the pleasure of it all. I can't believe after all this time Blake and I are finally doing this. I sink deep in the pleasure of it, yet something reaches deep inside of me and pulls me up. I slowly come to sentience and I realize I was dreaming. I was dreaming about Blake. He isn't really giving me a blow job. Oh, but the blow job is real, it is Marco under the covers, ever so gently sucking on me. It feels great, but I have to stop it. "Marco, stop." I reach under the covers and pull him out from underneath. "Oh Matt, I...." I can see his features in the dark and he looks crestfallen. "Shhhh" I roll out of bed and walk to the door, I listen. I think I hear rustling downstairs and some noise, maybe they feel asleep with the TV on, or maybe they are doing what they were a couple of years ago, but whatever. I close the door and make sure it is locked. I walk back to the edge of the bed and drop my boxers. I can see the initial shock in Marco's face. As I move under the covers and pull his body into mine, my fingers caress his face. It is so smooth, I know he isn't shaving yet. My lips move down to his and I kiss him gently. He responds hot and aggressively. "Slow down tiger, we have all night." "Oh God Matt, I've wanted to kiss you for so long." "I know babe, I've thought a lot about you too since that first day in wrestling class, even more since your visit to me last year." "Really?" "Yes, Marco, really". I put my lips to his again and drive my tongue deep in his open, willing mouth. Marco is actually the first guy I have ever kissed. I've been having sex with Justin since we were 14, there were the two other guys I met on vacation and yet at 22, I've never kissed a guy, but it just feels so right with Marco. My tongue swirls dances and fights with his. I capture his tongue with my lips and suck it hard before releasing it, Marco gasps. I roll onto my back and pull him on top of me. I am naked with a raging hard on now, Marco still has his boxers on, but I can feel his hard cock as well. He is in between my legs humping me as we kiss. The covers are all the way off now and I lift my legs and wrap them around Marco. My hands caress his strong, smooth back and move down it, underneath his boxers waistband to feel the firm, hard globes as they thrust forward and back. Now Marco rolls onto his back with me on top, straddling him. I leave his lips to nibble and blow in his ear a little, I kiss down to his neck, he moans quietly as I suck on his neck, I so want to leave a hickey, but know I can't. I kiss down his chest until I reach his nipples, they are dime sized and hard as can be, I lick, suck and bite. A quiet, 'oh God' escapes his lips and his hips thrust up into me. Easy boy, I am getting there. I keep moving down, kissing his flat, perfect tummy. Now I am to the edge of his Tommy boxers, I grasp them on either side and pull down, Marco lifts his hips so they slide down easily and take them all the way off and throw them over my shoulder. There is Marco's beautiful cock now. I can see the head glistening with pre-cum. It has grown a good bit since last year. The 5 1/2" cock from last year is now closer to 7" I would guess and much thicker. I lick the pre-cum and spread it around Marco's head, 'oh fuck' is all I hear him say as I plunge the entire shaft into my mouth, taking him all, my nose hitting the patch of brown pubes and back up all the way before driving down on it again. I go up and down, swallowing him whole. After about 5 minutes of bobbing on him I go to work with my tongue on him. I flick at his head, circle around it, I lick the ridge leading to his urethra and I work it pretty good. It feels so good he writhes in pleasure bordering on agony, five minutes there and I go back to working the entire shaft. I wet my middle finger and rub his asshole, Marco moves his legs more open for easier access. I wet his hole some more and move my middle finger in him to the first knuckle, I hear him suck in some air. I don't know if that means pleasure or pain so I stop. I look up and he has both hands on his head. "No Matt, don't stop" he croaks. I continue my fingers penetration slowly until; it is all the way in. I can feel his ring tighten on my finger so I let it just sit there until he gets used to it although I do wiggle it a little to hit his prostate. "Oh my God Matt, oh fuck, what is that?" "That is pure pleasure babe" I say taking my mouth off his gorgeous cock for just a moment. Now I start to work towards the finale. I am increasing the speed of my bobbing up and down on Marco's cock interspersed with tongue exploration of the head and my finger is now driving in and out of his loosened hole banging on his prostate on the down stroke. Every so often Marco thrusts his hips up in pleasure to drive his cock even deeper in my throat. I can hear his breathing and sucking in of breathes getting faster and faster so I know he is getting closer to his climax. "No, no, stop Matt, I don't want to cum yet!" He pleads, but it is half hearted and I ignore him anyway. It's been close to 20 minutes since I started working on his cock so it is time to move on anyway, I pick up the speed of the bobbing and banging and I know it is any second now. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum, oh fuck fuck, arrgghh!" And then the explosion starts, I can feel wave after wave of Marco's sweet hot cum hitting the back of my throat and I swallow every drop. I took my finger out of him when he started to cum and my hand his stroking his now spent cock while I coax every last drop out. My tongue is working the head while I stroke, he squirms and pleads with me to stop and I know the mix of pain and pleasure he is experiencing as his dick is extra sensitive after cumming. Again I ignore him until I am sure I have expended every last ounce of pleasure out of him. "Oh fuck Matt, you don't know how long I've dreamed and fantasized about this, but I never thought it would happen for real and I never imagined it would be that awesome." "Well I am glad you liked it, like I said, ever since that first day in wrestling class when my head was so close to your cock I wanted to try this." "So are you gay then?" Marco asked. "I dunno. You are only the fourth guy I've done stuff with versus a bunch of girls, maybe 15 or more girls, but I've never obsessed over them the way I do over you and a couple of other guys. I wouldn't have even thought that much about it except for last year when I got to feel your cock. That was different than all my other times with guys, before I was just horny and it was a way to get off, but last year at the fraternity house with you spooning inside of me, my hand on your bare, hard cock, I wanted so much more. I wanted to make love to you forever and ever. The feelings have never gone away since then." "Well damn, why didn't you then?" "Hmm well let's see, you were an 8th grader, your brother and Blake were two feet away and we were in a water bed where every motion is amplified times ten and I wasn't sure you really would like it even if we did go further. A lot of guys are ok having sex with a guy until they cum and then they feel all bad and guilty afterwards. In fact how do you feel right now?" His expression changes a little and he says, "I am kinda pissed at you actually Matt." I feel a cold chill hit me like, oh no I really fucked up, he feels bad now and it was just his horniness that made this happen. "I didn't want to cum, I wanted it to last and last." He says laughing and kissing me. "You selfish little cunt, you don't even care that my jaw was getting tired." Marco looks mortified, "Really? I'm sorry, I....." "Marco, I'm jerkin' yer chain. I made you cum because I know you will be able to cum again and because I'm selfish. I've waited so long to hear the noise you would make when you came and to taste your jizz, I couldn't wait any longer." "Oh so now whose the selfish cunt?" he giggles. "Me, I'm the selfish cunt, but I am a happy selfish cunt." I laugh. "Well it's my turn to be a selfish cunt." He says, he pushes me on my back and kisses me deeply. With the impatience of youth he skips over the route I took of kissing down his body enroute to his cock and moves immediately to mine, but that is ok, I need to get off any way, the built up tension of two years of fantasy about Marco have come to a head, no pun intended. No longer having to do a 'stealth' blow job on me he attacks my dick with gusto and youthful enthusiasm. He is able to take all of me, almost 7 inches (I claim 7" online, but honest measurement always comes up just a fraction short). He is doing a great job and I wonder if he has previous experience or if he is just copying what I did. Five minutes into sucking me I can see he is hard as a rock again so I slide down the bed a little, sit up a bit and grab his body and swing him over me. He gets the idea and straddles my head as I lay back down. His sweet ball sack is right above me so I lick his nuts, take the sack in my mouth for a few seconds before I grab his cock that is pointing straight down his belly and pull it into my mouth. Marco is going to town on me, copying what I did and throwing in a few tricks of his own so I am going to guess I am not the first cock he has sucked. My mind wanders a little as I am now curious as to who else in Cheyenne has been having this hot boy service them. But with Marco busy on my cock, my mind can't wander too far or for too long. While he is sucking me and I am sucking him, I caress his young body and feel the strength and suppleness of him. I am in absolute heaven. I massage the great butt just over me and run my fingers over his hot hole. I can feel myself getting close. I could fight a little longer and hold back, but I don't want to. He has been sucking me for at least 15 minutes now and I am ready to deliver my hot load to Marco. "Marco, I am going to cum." I warn him. He just picks up the intensity and ten seconds later the explosion starts. The feeling is so intense I think I am going to pass out and I see stars. He doesn't miss a beat and just swallows everything I can throw at him. As I run dry, he backs off and tortures me the same way I tortured him. This whole time I've never stopped sucking him in the 69 position. With me dry and done he starts to get off me and pull away, but I am not letting this cock get away that easy. "Marco, turn around and face the wall." He is sitting on my chest now with his cock buried deep in my mouth, so far I've been doing all the work bobbing up on his head and shaft, but my neck is getting sore so I grab his hips and push them back and pull them forward, push them back and pull them forward. It doesn't take more than a couple of times and Marco gets what I want. I lay my head back and he pushes his hips forward and then pulls back, pushes forward and pulls back and is driving his precious cock into my mouth. My hands are still on his hips, but just so I can feel the strength and power in his thrusts from his butt muscles. I love seeing his brown pubes coming towards my eyes and he drives forward. He is grunting and groaning and picking up speed so I know he is getting ready to blow his second load of the night into my mouth. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum... ". I can feel the hot spunk hitting the back of my throat and I swallow and keep swallowing, "uh huh uh huh, oh shit. Oh shit Matt". He pulls out of my mouth ad lays down on top of me with his head on my chest, my arms encircle him. "I've never cum twice like that so close together. That second orgasm was the most intense I've ever felt, oh my God who knew." "I knew," I chuckled, "that was why I didn't feel bad about making you cum the first time." "If you know any more secrets don't keep them to yourself." We lay there a few minutes just relaxing and enjoying each other. It feels so good to have Marco laying on me with his mop top on my chest. I know I've never been this happy and content with a girl before, at some point I am going to have to think about what that means, but not now. Now I am just going to enjoy the moment. "Do you want to shower?" I ask Marco. His head shoots up off my chest. "You mean together?" He asks excitedly. "Yes together." "Oh hell yes! What about Blake and Tony?" "Oh I don't think four will fit in the shower, maybe only three, so who do you want Blake or Tony?" I retort with a wicked grin. "No stupid, I mean won't they hear the shower? Oh and Blake" he giggles. He knows I was joking about inviting Blake and Tony, but it is fun to play along, but I can't help but wonder if Blake really wouldn't like to join us sometime. I've gotten so many confusing signals from him. He talks about girls a lot, I know he isn't a virgin; he gave me a blow by blow description that gave me a raging hard on. I know he noticed it, but he didn't say anything, but he also couldn't take his eyes off it. At times when we are alone our conversation is tinged with homoerotic banter, our stretching sessions are definitely on the edge of turning into sex and I feel we are just an inch away from something happening, but it is like neither one of us knows how to make the first move and each is afraid of rejection and exposure if we have guessed wrong. I wouldn't be here naked and spent with Marco if he hadn't made the first move. At least Marco seems to know what he wants and he goes after it. "A, I doubt they will hear it, B, if they do hear it, why would they care and C, if they ask I'll just say I couldn't sleep and needed a hot shower." "Works for me!" Up he bounces and heads into the bathroom. I watch that hot bod walk across the room with his sweet, perfect ass and I still can't believe I've just had sex with him and he seemed to love it. But what does it mean? Are we boyfriends now? Can I have a 15 year old boyfriend? How will we act around Blake and Tony in the morning? What will I feel when I see Marco's mom again? Will she see guilt written all over me? But those are questions for another time, now I am going to live in this moment and let the chips fall where they may. The shower is on and Marco is already in it when I get into the shower. He is facing the shower head letting the steaming water run down his front. I step in behind him and put my arms around him. He makes the 'mmmmm' sound of contentment and leans back into me. My head is on his shoulder; he puts his arms over mine and moves his hips side to side a little so his hot buns can feel my soft cock on his butt. It won't stay soft long if he keeps that up. "So Marco, what's your story? Are you gay? How are you feeling about tonight?" "Oh yeah, I'm gay. I've known that since 5th grade at least, maybe sooner. I remember you were a senior in high school and I saw you at state in freestyle thinking I wanted to touch your body you were so perfect. And tonight has been the greatest night ever. I never ever thought you'd feel the same way, I never ever thought you'd respond and do stuff with me. I thought I was going to have to be happy with my fantasies and with feeling you up when you were asleep like last year in your water bed." "What do you mean last year?" "It just sounds pathetic now, but remember when I put your hard on in my crack? I mean I figured when you only felt my dick a little you weren't interested or I was too small or something so when you fell completely asleep I pulled your dick out of your boxers. It was still hard, so I pulled my boxers down so I could feel your bare dick on my bare ass. It got me so hot I jacked off and I've jacked off dozens of times since then remembering the feel of your dick in my crack and on my ass." I've gotten kind of hard listening to him telling me the story so I put my semi in his crack. "So it was you, I wondered why my dick was out in the morning. Oh and thanks for the boxers too, I jack off into them all the time, imaging your cute little butt still in them." I am fully hard now with my dick in Marco's crack and he pushes back into me as he feels it. "Oh my God, I wondered what you were going to think when you found them." He leans forward and puts his head on the shower wall and lets the hot water hit his back. This pushes my cock deeper in his crack and just makes me horny all over again. I grab his hip bones with both hands and start rubbing my cock up and down in his crack. "Oh yeah Matt, fuck yeah." I go slow and steady for a while, probably four or five minutes, Marco is stroking himself as he is hard again too. I can feel the pressure quickly rising in me so I speed up and pick up intensity. I know I am no more than a minute away from my second orgasm of the night but I want more so I reach around in front and take over for Marco stroking his dick. As I speed up my pumping, so I speed up my stroking. "Oh fuck Matt, I'm coming again" As the words are out of his mouth I am shooting my load on his back, "Oh fuck Marco I made a mess." Now it is my turn to giggle. "Turn around." He faces me and I reach around to his back and use the water to help me clean off his back. Our erections are going down, but they are still three quarters hard. Marco takes them both in his hands and washes them off. I kiss Marco deeply. When we break off the kiss we stand there a moment, I look into Marco's coal brown eyes. "I can't believe how perfect you are." "What's next?" Marco wants to know. "I don't know bud. I think we dry off and talk tomorrow." "Matt, whatever happens, this has been the greatest night for me ever. Thanks." "It has been really special for me too Marco, now let's get to bed." Marco's Story I jump in the backseat of Blake's Blazer. I hope Tony stays in the front seat, I want Matt back here with me. Ever since that night in his water bed he has been the object of most of my sexual fantasies. Even when I am with Tom, it is Matt I am thinking about. I mean Matt only touched my bare cock for a few seconds and he stopped pretty quickly so I don't think he really liked it, but it was electric for me. I have relived those few seconds over and over and expanded them with my imagination. "Naw, that's ok Tony, you stay there, I am fine in the backseat." Oh yea! Matt is in back with me. I wonder how long I have to wait before I can put my pillow on his lap and lay against him. I hope hope hope he doesn't push me away. Ok, we are getting onto I-25 here goes nothing. I lay my pillow on Matt's lap and lay my head on it with my hands underneath the pillow resting on Matt's jeans. He doesn't push me off him, HOT! Oh my God, now he is putting his right arm on me, does he know he is rubbing my chest? He looks like is kinda sleepy too. Oh damn that feels nice. I am so hot for him I can't believe it. I have to figure out a way to sleep in his bed tonight. Ahhh, now his left hand is stroking my hair. Welp, here goes nothing part two, I am going to rub his thigh, I've wanted to feel him for so long, I hope he won't stop me. Oh his leg is so firm and strong, I love his muscles, I wonder if I'll ever be that hard. Oh shit, I think I feel his cock under my left hand, can I move my hand just a little without him noticing? I move my hand just a little. Oh yeah, that has to be his cock. Oh my God, my hand is on his cock, this is so cool. Is he getting harder? Oh damn, he is, I can actually feel it growing. Is he awake? Can he feel my hand on him? He pats my chest a couple of times. I don't think he minds my hand is there. Ok, here we go again. I start moving the back of my hand more, if he is awake he has to know this is no accident. Oh I could do this forever, I want to unzip his jeans and pull his cock out right now, but even I won't push things that far. "Hey Marco, time to wake up bud, we are almost to the hotel." I guess he means I have to stop now. We can't really get out of the car with raging hard ons in front of Blake and Tony. As I sit up I get a good view of the outline of Matt's cock. I can't believe how bad I want it. I throw the pillow in the back with the blanket. I guess my erection is pretty obvious too. Matt looks right at it and raises his eyebrows a little. He starts talking football with Blake and Tony, I guess he is trying to make his erection go away, I guess I should too, but boy oh boy I can't wait until tonight. ***************************************************************************************************************** I am feeling a little buzzed from the beer, Matt must be too he drank more than me. I am brushing my teeth when Matt comes in, oh shit, he is taking a leak with me in here, either he is more drunk than I think, he is really comfortable with me or he is sending me a signal. I spit quickly and join him at the toilet, he moves over a little so I can piss too. Grin at him is all I can do as I pull out my cock and start pissing too. He smiles at me. Is that a he is happy smile? Glad to see my cock smile? Or a what a stupid kid smile? Well he seems to be studying my cock pretty well so maybe it is the first two. He finishes and washes his and starts brushing his teeth and wash my hands and jump into bed, I want to be able to watch him as he walks across the room. Here he comes, oh damn is he so sexy. I hope I can stay awake. Matt is breathing deeply now, I am pretty sure he is fully asleep. I have to go slow on this. I move closer to him and put my hand on his lower stomach kinda natural like, if he wakes up I'll pretend I am asleep still. Ok, no reaction yet, so I'll shift a little like I am restless and move my hand lower. Good, my hand is on the top of his boxers now. One more 'restless shift' and I should be able to feel his cock under my hand. Oh my God, there it is, my fingers are on his cock now, I have to find the opening of his boxers, it should be right over here, oh shit it is! I can feel the bare skin of his cock with my finger tips, oh it feels so nice. I slide my fingers down to his tip, now if I can just slide my fingers in his boxers and around his cock I can lift it out of his boxers, go slow, go slow. Shoot it isn't coming out, I'll have to pull a little harder, I hope he doesn't wake up... and... there it is out! I start stroking it with my finger tips, oh shoot it is coming to life, I can feel it growing like an animal in my hard. He is actually bigger than I remember, or maybe it is because I have my hand all over it this year. Oh it feels so good, I've waited so long to feel this again, I can't believe it is real. I have to see it. I lift the covers a little and duck under. My eyes adjust to the dark and now I can see the outline. It is so perfect, totally straight, the head isn't too big, it is thick, but not fat. I have to put my mouth on it just for a second. Oh my God, I can't believe I have Matt's cock in my mouth. Maybe I can suck it just a little and he won't wake up if I am gentle. Oh fuck I'm just gonna suck it. Oh shit yeah this is cool, I've am blowing Matt and ....... "Marco, stop." SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIT, I woke him up, now he is going to hate me for being a little fag. "Oh Matt, I...." "Shhhh" he says to me and climbs out of bed. He walks over to the door and looks out and closes it again. I think he just locked the door???? Oh shit he is dropping his boxers and climbing back in bed naked and hard. His fingers stroke my face a little and he kisses me, so gentle, so sweet. Oh dear God Matt is kissing me and it is better than I ever imagined or fantasized about. For the next hour I am in heaven. Matt gives me the greatest blow job I've ever had not once, but twice. Who knew cumming the second time was even better than the first? And he jacked me in the shower while he rubbed his cock against my butt. I really wish he had gone in me, but maybe another time. I don't know how he is going to feel in the morning, but he told me he's been thinking about me for two years, but maybe that was just bullshit pillow talk. I hope not, I really like him a lot, I want to do more with him when we get back to Cheyenne, maybe we can be boyfriends or something like that. But even if he doesn't want to do more or anything else, this has been the single greatest hour of my life. I can't wait for tomorrow. I fall asleep in his arms, we are both naked and spent. End of Chapter Seven