Date: Sun, 2 Nov 2003 15:45:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Jason Calme <jasoncalme@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy Bands - Chasing Matt 14

Chasing Matt


This story is about male/male relationships and contains
graphic descriptions of sex.

You should not read this story if it is in any way illegal
due to your age or residence.

This is a work of pure fiction. It mixes fictional characters
and events with real people. However any real person
mentioned in this work is purely an actor playing a part.
This story in no way is meant to imply anything about the
sexuality, personality, or behavior of the actual person.

Copyright 2003 Jason Calme. This story is the sole property
of its author and may not be copied in whole or in part or
posted on any website without the permission of the author.

Questions and commentary can be sent to
"JasonCalme@yahoo.com".




Chapter 14 - Hot dogs and beans



Matt breathed in. He was half hard at this point. Nick was crouched
down in front of him, staring at his groin. Matt watched as Nick's
hand reached up with the washcloth, and wrapped it around Matt's
balls.

The warmth of the cloth engulfed his balls and Matt shivered and
gasped a little. He closed his eyes as Nick rubbed the cloth around,
his balls sliding about in their sack, the warm cloth and Nicks fingers
cupping him, gently squeezing.

Nick rubbed back and forth a little. Matt felt the cloth rubbing the
shaft of his dick just behind his balls. He slid his hips forward a little,
almost hoping that Nick would slide the cloth back between his legs,
back to his anus. Part of him wanted Nick to slide it back up his ass.

He was hard now. He opened his eyes and saw his dick was
sticking up straight. Nick was crouching there, staring at it. Nick
looked up and smiled at Matt. Matt smiled back at him, and Nick
turned back to face Matt's dick. Matt watched as Nick's hand slowly
slid up past his balls and onto his dick.

But then Nick pulled the hand away and Matt almost groaned in
frustration. Was that it? Was Nick going to step out and leave him
to jerk off?

Without saying a word, Nick stood up and rinsed out the cloth
again, then he turned back, crouched down and reached out and
wrapped the cloth around Matt's dick.

It was hot. Matt shivered. Nick slowly moved the cloth up the shaft.
At the bottom of the head he stopped and slowly screwed the cloth
around, the sensation of the cloth made Matt groan, and he
unconsciously humped his hips forward, trying to jerk his cock back
and forth through the tight hole Nick had formed with his fingers
and the wash cloth.

Nick reached out and put an arm around Matt's butt, cupping his left
cheek.

"Careful!" Nick said, looking up.

Matt opened his eyes and nodded down at him.

"Don't want you falling over!" Nick laughed. Nick turned back to
Matt's dick and then he looked back up at Matt and smiled.

"You're a little wet!" he said.

Matt looked down and saw a large drop of precum had formed on
the head of his dick. He looked back at Nick, who was staring at
Matt's cock again. Nick slide his hand down to the base of Matt's
cock, and then he slowly leaned forward and Matt watched as Nick's
tongue came out and then....he wasn't sure if he saw it first or he
felt it first. In his mind it was like it was too different sensations that
happened at different times. Somehow the feeling of Nick's tongue
touching the head of his dick, and the sight of Nick doing it, were
two unconnected events.

But he didn't have time to figure that out...he just swayed forward
and groaned.

Nick pulled back and looked up and smiled as Matt opened his eyes.

"Like that huh?"

"Yeah," Matt groaned, nodding and smiling.

"You like it when I lick your dick huh?" Nick said, still looking up at
Matt, but his hand slowly sliding up and down the shaft of Matt's
cock.

Matt nodded.

Nick grinned wider. "You want me to lick it some more?"

Matt groaned and nodded, his eyes half closing as Nick continued to
slowly masturbate him.

"Yeah?" said Nick. "You want me to lick that big, hot dick of yours?"

"Yeah Nick," Matt whispered.

"Yeah, what?" Nick said softly, sexily.

"Yeah, I want you...to..."

Nick was stroking him and it wasn't so much that Matt didn't want to
say it, as that he couldn't because the sensations were just too
much for him. He couldn't seem to form sentences.

Nick stood up, still holding Matt's dick in his hand. Matt watched him,
almost unconcerned. Nicks hand was still stroking his dick slowly,
and that was what his mind was focused on.

Nick kissed him. Kissed him hard on the lips, forcing his tongue in.
Then he pulled away and whispered into Matt's ear.

"Tell me you want me to lick your dick Matt. Tell me you want me to
suck your cock!"

Nick leaned against Matt, his head right next to him, still stroking
Matt's cock.

Matt grinned and opened his mouth, trying to get the words out as
Nick gave him a firm squeeze.

"Uhhh!" Matt groaned.

"Tell me!" Nick whispered urgently.

"Lick me!" Matt whispered back. "Lick my cock Nick! Ahhhh....Suck
me Nick....uhhh!" Matt groaned.

Nick pulled back, smiling, then he crouched back down. Matt
watched as Nick leaned forward and licked the head of his dick
again, and then Nick dropped the cloth, and holding Matt's cock at
the base he leaned in closer, opened his mouth, and put his lips
around the head of Matt's dick...

Matt gasped and swayed a little, Nicks arms coming up around him
to steady him. Matt reached out and put his hands onto the
washbasin. Leaning forward a little, bending his back and starting
to thrust forward into Nick's mouth.

"Oh...oh.." Matt groaned. He was getting close. He was going to
cum soon. He leaned forward a little more, rising up on his toes as
best he could with the cast on, his body tensing, his thrusts
breaking up a little as he felt himself getting to the point of no
return, the point where he new his orgasm was going to come.

And then it was there. He felt that moment just before he was
going to shoot, and he hung there. A second? Two? Usually it was
only a couple of seconds and then his orgasm would come crashing
down, but this time it went on... He was hanging on the edge,
about to cum....Nick was sucking him so good, and squeezing his
ass cheek and it felt so good....but he wanted to cum!

A half gasp - half laugh escaped his lips, and then his orgasm
exploded through him. He thrust hard into Nick, firing hard into
Nick's mouth. Nick speeded up his motions and Matt groaned again.



Matt had wanted to suck Nick off, but Nick had just kissed him and
said "Next time," and then they'd finished washing up, dressed and
gone down to the car.

And Matt didn't know what it all meant.

"You okay?" Nick repeated.

Matt stared out of the passenger window, trying to get his thoughts
in order. He couldn't work out what he was feeling.

Then he realized Nick was talking to him.

"I'm sorry?" he asked.

"I asked if you were okay," Nick repeated.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Matt said quietly, almost sadly. He felt a little angry.
Angry that this was how it was going to end. Nick was going and
that was it.

Was this it?

"You sure?" Nick persisted.

"Yeah! I'm fine," Matt said, and pushed himself back into the seat,
trying to get comfortable. His leg was bothering him and he reached
down and tried moving it with his hands.

"Leg okay?" Nick asked.

Matt looked up at him. "You should watch the road," he said quietly.
Nick blushed and turned back to the road.

The silence continued for another minute.

"I really like you Matt," Nick said quietly, not looking at Matt.

Matt turned from gazing out the window to face Nick, not sure what
Nick was going to say next. Was this the beginning of the let-you-
down-easy line? 'I really like you, but I can't see you again?' Was
that what was coming? Matt felt his stomach churning. He sat there
staring.

Nick glanced back at Matt and flashed a small smile, then turned
back to the road.

Matt just sat there, waiting.

Nick glanced back.

"Uh..." Nick began, "this is where you normally say something like, 'I
like you too,' or 'I'm sorry, but you're not really my type,'" and Nick
smirked at Matt.

"Uh," Matt began, still not sure what to say.

"I know we hardly know each other," Nick went on, "but I'd like
to....uh...get to know you better," and he smiled nervously, and
then turned back to watch the road.

Matt sat there staring and Nick turned back questioningly. Nick
raised one eyebrow, then turned back to the road again.

"If you're not interested..." Nick continued.

"No!" Matt finally gasped out.

"No? You're not interested?" Nick said, turning back and giving Matt
a conspiratorial grin.

"Yes, I am!" Matt said, "I just..."

"I know, I know," Nick interrupted, "it's weird and you don't know
what to expect..."

"No, it's not that!" Matt interrupted.

"What?" Nick said.

"No I just," Matt paused. "Well why did you want me to go home
now?"

"Oh," said Nick, looking a little guilty. He smiled unevenly and then
took a breath before speaking. "Well I've got to fly down to New
York first thing tomorrow morning..."

"Oh..."

"And you broke your leg yesterday, so you've got to take it easy.
And besides," he smiled, "I want to be in your Mother's good books
and I won't do that by keeping you out all night. She already thinks
I ran you down you know," and he laughed.

"That was your idea!" Matt protested.

"Yeah well, you know," Nick paused glancing at his watch. "If you
want, we could stop and have something for dinner."

"Yeah?"

"I think there's a nice Chinese restaurant around here somewhere."

"Ahh...no thanks," Matt laughed and Nick laughed with him. "There's
a Subway if you want to get something there," Matt suggested.

Nick glanced at Matt, looking thoughtful, and then he made a face.

"No?" Matt laughed.

"Not really what I had in mind," Nick laughed.

"Okay," said Matt a little sadly.

"So you don't think your Mother would invite me to dinner then?"
Nick asked.

"What?" Matt asked, surprised.

"Well, could I stay for a bit?"

"Uh, sure..." Matt said thoughtfully, "uh...yeah probably.."

"Probably?"

"Yeah, sure.....yeah."

There was silence for a moment.

"So you haven't told your parents you're gay then?" Nick said
quietly.

Matt blushed. He felt so 'small-town' and weird. Here was Nick, this
worldly guy, interested in him! In Matt! And he was going to see
that he was someone with all kinds on hang-ups. A small town
freak.

"It's okay," Nick said, interrupting Matt's thoughts, "My family
doesn't know either."

"No?" Matt asked.

"Nah. I can act surprisingly straight," Nick said, putting on an
effeminate accent.

Matt laughed.

Nick turned the car into Matt's driveway and parked. Then he
jumped out and ran around and grabbed the crutches from the back
seat.  The rain had long since stopped, but the ground was wet.

Nick helped Matt up the steps as his Mother came out the door.

"There you are!" said his Mother.

"Hi Mom."

"Everything okay?" his Mother asked.

"Yeah, everything's fine."

"Oh! Forgot something," Nick said, and he turned and ran back to
the car, grabbing the coats from the back seat and bringing them
back in.

"Is it okay if Nick stayed for dinner?" Matt asked his Mother.

"Oh...uh...well your father and I just ate, it's just hot dogs..." his
Mother said.

"That's okay, we'll grab something and eat upstairs," Matt said.

Nick came inside, holding the coats, and held them up, as though
wondering where they might go.

"Down there," Matt said, pointing with his hand.

"Okay," said Nick, slipping by him and going down the hall.

Matt looked at his Mother and saw that she was watching Nick. He
wondered if she recognized him. Probably not, he thought.

Nick came back down the hall, smiling broadly.

"I'm sorry," Matt's Mother began, "but dinner's a bit simple tonight."

"Oh that's all right," said Nick, "I like simple things. Thank you so
much for letting me stay."

"Well, you're welcome," Matt's Mother said. "Come on back and
I'll..."

"It's okay Mom, we'll get it," said Matt, starting off down the hall.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Mom! Thanks!"

Nick followed Matt into the kitchen. Nick looked around as Matt
surveyed the situation.

"So are you a good cook?" Nick asked him seriously.

"If you like burnt toast, I'm the best," Matt said, hobbling over to
the stove.

"Ha!" Nick laughed, following him.

Matt lifted up a couple of pot lids as Nick looked on.

"Hot dogs and beans," Nick said. "Sounds very American."

"You got something against American food?" Matt asked, pretending
to be offended.

"I like turkey and cranberry sauce!" Nick replied.

"Well this is very similar," Matt replied. "Can you get a couple of
plates?"

"I can, if you tell me where they are."

Matt pointed.

They put hotdogs and beans on two plates, then Nick got a couple
of glasses and filled them with Cherry Coke from the bottle in the
fridge.

The two of them stood surveying the two plates sitting on the
kitchen table.

Nick glanced at Matt.

"You want to try for toast?" Matt asked.

"I don' really like burnt toast," said Nick.

Matt laughed. "Well you could make it!" he said, reaching out and
poking Nick in the chest.

Nick laughed and took a half step back, then he reached out and
put his arm around Matt and went to hug him, but he saw
something close to panic pass over Matt's face and he took the arm
away.

Nick glanced around nervously. "Sorry," he whispered.

"It's okay!" Matt whispered hoarsely. "It's just..not down here."

"I know," Nick said, pulling away and picking up the plates and
glasses.

"Sorry," Matt whispered sadly.

"It's okay, come on!" Nick smiled.

They walked back to the stairs and Nick stopped, looking around.
Then he bent down and carefully arranged the plates and glasses
on the floor. He straightened up and turned to Matt.

"Okay, up we go!" he said brightly.

Matt smiled and hobbled up to Nick, giving him the crutches, which
Nick leaned against the wall. Then Nick put his arm around Matt's
waist and Matt put his arm around Nicks shoulder.

"Okay?" Nick asked.

Matt looked into Nick's eyes and smiled.  "Yeah, I'm good," he said.

He felt Nick squeeze his waist, and he squeezed Nick back, and
then they started up the stairs a little awkwardly. Giggling as they
went.

At the top of the stairs Nick kept going, helping Matt into his room
and to his bed so that he could sit down.

"I'm okay!" Matt protested, but Nick pushed him up onto the bed,
heaving his legs up onto the bed and turning him so that he was
lying down. Matt still had his arm around Nicks shoulders and Nick's
head was close to his. Matt wanted to pull Nick to him and kiss him.

"Here you are!" his Mother announced, walking in carrying the two
plates.

Matt quickly let go of Nick and Nick straightened up.

His Mother came in and put done the plates on the bed. Nick smiled
at her.

"I'll get the drinks," Nick said, and quickly went out the door and
quickly ran down the stairs.

Matt's Mother turned and went to the closet and pulled out the tray
table Matt used for his laptop and brought it over to the bed.

"Mom!" Matt half whined.

"What?" she said.

"I'm okay," he said.

"Of course you are," she said, her tone suggesting otherwise. She
put the table over his lap, then went and took a plate and put it on
the table.

Nick came in with the glasses. "I left the crutches downstairs, I
didn't think they were much use to you up here," he said.

"What if I want to go to the bathroom?" Matt asked.

"Oh," said Nick, and he turned around and went back out the door.

"It's okay!" Matt called, laughing. A minute later Nick came back with
the crutches and put them on the floor by the bed.

Matt's Mom finished arranging pillows and fussing with the bed and
finally left the two of them alone.

After she was gone, Matt whispered to Nick. "Lock the door!"

Nick smirked and hopped up and went and locked the door, then he
came back and sat on the side of the bed, picking up the plate and
resting it on his lap.

Nick looked at the hotdog on his plate, then looked up at Matt and
smirked.

"Sorry," said Matt, embarrassed.

"It's fine!" Nick laughed, looking back down at the plate. He picked
up the hotdog in his fingers and held it up, as though examining it
closely. Then he looked at Matt and they both started laughing.

"This is just what I wanted for dinner," Nick laughed, and then he
reached out and licked the end of it, while still holding Matt's stare.

Matt grinned.

Nick smiled back and ran his tongue back and forth over the top of
the hot dog, then he started to run his tongue slowly down one
side of it.

"Mmmm" he said softly, running his tongue back to the top.

Matt laughed. "Stop it!" he whispered, half laughing, half getting
turned on by the performance.

"What?" asked Nick innocently, and then he turned slightly and
brought the hot dog up to his lips and slowly slid it into his mouth
while still glancing to the side to see Matt's reaction.

Matt watched, the smile still on his face, but now he was getting
turned on. He felt himself starting to thicken.

"Will you stop that!" Matt protested.

Nick turned towards Matt, the hotdog still hanging out of his mouth,
and then he bit down. Matt could hear Nick's teeth bite through the
dog, and a shiver ran through his spine.

"What?" asked Nick, grinning widely, his mouth full of hotdog.

Matt rolled his eyes and turned back to his own dinner.

Nick sat there, staring at Matt, slowly chewing the hotdog.

Matt looked up and Nick flashed a goofy grin at him. Matt smiled. He
laughed a little. Nick laughed. Matt reached out and pushed Nick's
arm gently and Nick laughed louder.

"What!" Nick exclaimed innocently.

"Nothing," said Matt, turning back to his plate. He picked up his own
hotdog and looked at it for a moment, then glanced at Nick. Nick
was watching him with a curious expression.

Matt laughed, and Nick laughed with him.

"You going to..." Nick began, and then paused for effect, "...eat
that?"

They both dissolved in laughter.

Matt put the hotdog back on the plate.

"Oh you don't want that?" Nick asked innocently.

"Yeah," Matt laughed, "I'm just going to...going to eat the beans
first."

"Okay," said Nick.



They managed to finish their meal, laughing now and again, but not
saying anything.

"That was good," Nick said, standing up. "You done?" he asked
Matt.

"Yeah," Matt nodded.

Nick took Matt's plate and glass and put them with his on the
dresser. Then he came back and grabbed the tray table and put it
on the floor.

"You can put it in the closet," Matt said.

"It's okay there," said Nick, lying down on the bed beside Matt.

Matt moved a little to let Nick get comfortable. Nick moved up until
his head was inches from Matt's.

"Uh...," Matt began, "is the door locked?"

"I don't know," Nick said

"Can you?" Matt asked, pulling a little away from Nick.

Nick smiled. "Relax! I locked the door before, remember?"

"Oh, yeah," said Matt.

Nick lay there beside Matt, staring at him.

"You okay?" Nick asked.

"Yeah," said Matt.

"You sure?"

"Yeah...just a little....you know..I don't want my Mom coming up..."

"It's cool, I'll unlock the door," said Nick.

"No! No! It's okay! I'm sorry!"

Nick leaned into Matt, his head right next to Matt's, his mouth right
next to Matt's ear.

"Relax. Everything's okay," he said, and he pulled back just a bit
and turned and softly kissed Matt on the cheek. Then he pulled back
further until he was in front of Matt, staring into his eyes.

"Just got to get one kiss though," he whispered, and he leaned in,
closing his eyes and turning his head just a little as his lips touched
Matt's as they kissed...



"Mmm, you're a great kisser," Nick whispered as he pulled back
again. Matt smiled embarrassedly and looked down.  "You are!" Nick
repeated, smiling.

Matt looked up and smiled back. "Thanks. You too."

Nick lay there for a moment, staring into Matt's eyes, and then,
reluctantly, he went over and unlocked the door and opened it a
little.

He turned back and held his arm out towards the door, as though
seeking Matt's approval. Matt smiled and nodded his head, and Nick
ran back and jumped onto the bed, being careful to avoid Matt's leg.

"So!" said Nick.

"Yeah?"

"What you want to do now?"

"Ahh...I dunno, what do you want to do?"

Nick shrugged. He glanced around the room and then he jumped
up, as though noticing something for the first time.

"Hey, these are cool! Are these real?" he asked, walking over to the
swords hanging on the wall.

"Ahh...kind of...depends what you mean by real?" Matt asked.

"Man these are so cool," Nick said, reaching out to run his finger
along one.

"Oh! Where'd you get this one?" he asked, pointing to a Japanese
sword.

"My Grandfather got that."

"Yeah? Where?"

"World War II," Matt said, trying not to laugh.

Nick turned back to Matt, his surprise evident.  "Really?"

"Yeah."

"That's so cool!" Nick said, running his hands over it carefully.

"You can take it down if you want."

"Nah, it's okay," said Nick, and he stepped back and turned around
and walked back to the bed.

"So you like collecting those huh?"

"No," said Matt, "I just have them up to hide the holes in the wall."

Nick punched him lightly on the shoulder.

"Huh!" Nick laughed. "So wanna watch some TV?"

"Ah, sure," said Matt, and he reached for the remote.

"That your computer?" Nick asked.

"Uh, what?" Matt asked, still reaching for the remote.

Nick was up again and picking up Matt's portable.

"What you got on this?" Nick asked.

Matt dropped the remote.

"Uh...nothing much," he said, trying to sound calm.

"Can you hook up to the net?" Nick asked.

"Uh...yeah."

"Great, I can check my email!"

Matt reached out for the computer. "Yeah, here, I'll set it up for
you."

Nick handed Matt the portable.

"Can you get the phone cable?" Matt asked, pointing at the floor.

Nick reached down and grabbed the cable and handed it to Matt.

"Ah, thanks," Matt smiled nervously, taking the cable and plugging it
into the computer. He opened the screen and pressed the power
button, carefully turning the computer so that the screen faced
away from Nick.

Nick stood watching, then he walked around to the other side of the
bed and climbed on to sit next to Matt. As Nick walked, Matt slowly
turned the computer so that it's front was still facing Nick.

Nick sat on the bed and stared at the computer, then he stared at
Matt.

Nick laughed a little.

"What?" asked Matt nervously.

"What don't you want me to see?" Nick asked.

"What? Oh, nothing, nothing," said Matt, blushing a brighter red,
opening the screen a little and peaking in to see how far along the
start-up had progressed.

"Yeah sure!" Nick snorted.  "You got porn on there?" and he
laughed.

Matt smiled nervously. "Uh.....maybe," he said.

"It's cool. Dude! I've seen it all."

"Ah...well this is kind of embarrassing," Matt said.

"It is?" Nick went suddenly serious. "What is it? Man, I can't believe
you'd leave something really deviant on your desktop!"

"It's not deviant!" Matt said a little angrily.

"No?" Nick asked. "It's not like dogs fucking or something?" and he
snorted.

"No," Matt said, pulling the computer towards himself.

"So what is it?" Nick persisted.

"It's embarrassing," Matt protested.

"Those are the best kind!" Nick smirked mischievously. "Come on!"

"No!" Matt said, pulling the computer away from Nick.

"Oh, then just tell me, you don't have to show me."

"It's...it's...you're not going to believe this....it's icky girls" Matt said,
laughing nervously.

"Girls?" Nick said, the smile frozen a little. "You're bi?"

"Ahh, a little," Matt said, wondering how big a hole he was getting
into.

Nick sat there for a second, then he nodded. "That's cool.
Whatever, you know."

"It was just...they don't turn me on," said Matt, "it's just...makes
people think..."

"Yeah, I get it," Nick nodded.

Matt sat there feeling bad. Did Nick now think he wasn't gay enough
for him? He cursed the lie he'd told.

Matt glanced down and saw that the computer had finished starting
up. He straightened up the screen and was just about to turn off
the Active Desktop when suddenly Nick reached out and dragged
the computer away from him.

"No!" Matt almost screamed as Nick laughed and turned the
computer towards himself. Nick laughed and looked down at the
screen and his smile froze and then he let out a little breath.


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To be continued...



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