Date: Tue, 13 Apr 2010 08:21:29 -0700
From: Tim P <privatetimm@gmail.com>
Subject: Blake's Story Chapter 12

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Chapter Twelve - Tom meets Evan, Summer and Wrestling

Matt's Story

Evan and I head to Uncle Charlie's, my favorite liquor store, before
heading over to Old Chicago and picking up our order. Our conversation is
pretty much small talk until Evan pops a question I wasn't expecting.

"Where is Marco sleeping tonight?"

I try not to show the surprise in my face and I try to answer sounding
casual, "I dunno, my room I suppose, he always does. All the guys do if
they spend the night, why?"

I know why, I am guessing he was hoping to have Marco in his room tonight
and I certainly don't blame him especially since he has no idea Marco and I
are an item of sorts, even if we are not exclusive.

"No big reason, I just didn't want to take away his bed if he slept in the
guest bedroom usually, I am cool on the couch."

Did I misjudge Evan once again, or was it just a good cover? I have to stop
being jealous and take Evan to be the nice, polite, quite guy I liked at
the fraternity house before he started liking my Marco.

We return to small talk and I start thinking it is time to let Evan know
that Marco and I are more than friends, but what he told me today adds a
new wrinkle. What if he disapproves of Marco and me because of our ages or
my status as a teacher? What if he didn't disapprove, but just used that to
get me out of the picture? Why do I always let my mind run away with me?

Back at my apartment in Westgate Village we devour the food, drink a few
beers and watch the DVD's. About 9:30PM Marco catches my eye and indicates
he is pretty ready to head to bed. I think it is because he is looking
forward to some gymnastics with me, but I wonder if it is awkward for him
with Evan here or even if he would rather be with Evan than me tonight?

"I think I am turning in guys, you can stay up as late as you want and
watch TV or whatever." That should give Marco an opening if he wants to
stay with Evan and talk or do 'whatever'.

I go into my bedroom and close the door and do my going to bed routine,
brushing my teeth, checking my face for any potential zits (yes at 22 I
still have occasional breakouts). I go a bit slow hoping Marco will join me
in bed, but after I spend about ten minutes and I can delay no longer. Part
of me wants to sneak to the bedroom door and peer out and see if they are
on the couch making out or if they have already gone into the guest
bedroom, but I restrain myself. To my surprise, as my thoughts are racing
all over the place, the bedroom door opens and Marco slips quietly in the
room. I hear various articles of clothes dropping and then he crawls into
bed with me. My heart leaps. I didn't realize I cared so much.

"You aren't asleep already are you?" say Marco as he cuddles into me.

I roll over to say no.

"Oh my God, why are you crying Matt?"

I guess I didn't realize I was, but now I can feel the giant drops of water
rolling down my cheeks.

"I wasn't sure you were going to sleep in here tonight," is all I can
respond with.

Marco lowers his lips onto mine and kisses me ever so gently and sweetly.

"Why wouldn't I? You and I have been trying to get time like this for
months now."

"I know, but I know you like him Marco and we agreed that we could see
other people. The fact that it might hurt my feelings shouldn't matter, you
have to follow your heart too. The reason we are not exclusive is so we,
you especially, can discover what is out there."

"Freakin' A you are so funny," Marco laughs at me, but in an utterly sweet
way, "I came to be with you this weekend. If Evan winds up living in
Cheyenne this summer I'll see him and we'll see what happens, but it won't
ever change how I feel about you Matt. You will always be the first love of
my life."

Marco's lips brush mine again. And then again. My tears subside and I roll
to him and push him to his back, I feel a passion and the intense emotions
of my fear that I might lose Marco grow into the need to hold and love
him. We dissolve into each other. I don't remember much of the details, but
I do recall an hour later being totally spent and contented as Marco sighs
and kisses me one last time before we drift off into a deep sleep.

In the morning I wake feeling refreshed and renewed, but a little
ashamed. Marco needs to experience life beyond me and I have to make sure
that he and Evan get a chance to know each other too. And Evan, after his
disclosure to me yesterday has the right to know about Marco and me.

I lie there holding Marco until he stirs.

"Good morning sunshine," and I kiss his nose.

"Holy fuck, I need to get you more emotional every time before we have sex!
That was intense and hella fun!" Marco smiles at me and kissing me back.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about that too this morning. I think we need to
tell Evan about us and let him know that if he takes the internship in
Cheyenne he'll have a chance to spend time with you."

"Do I get a say in this?" Marco wants to know.

"No, not really," I kiss his nose again. He likes that. "OK, so you know I
am kidding, you don't HAVE to spend time with Evan this summer, but I think
you'd like to."

"I don't know, I like my time with you, especially as we have gotten
closer. I don't want to confuse my feelings."

"Marco honey, if time with other people confuses your feelings for me that
is telling you you need to explore those other feelings, not suppress them,
otherwise you'll never be sure."

"Mmm, ok, do you want me to tell him, tell him together or what?"

"Together seems the fairest. I'll go start some coffee, you get the shower
going and I'll be back in a minute."

I go to the kitchen, grind up a nice French roast and start the coffee
maker and make a quick phone call. I get back to my bathroom, inside my
bedroom and Marco is in the shower, the curtain isn't pulled all the way
closed and his eyes are closed just letting the hot water roll off his back
and I don't think he heard me come in. Evil person that I am I can't
resist, I reach out and grab one of those cute cheeks.

"JEEEZ us, Mary and Joseph!" he yells and jumps. I get the stink eye from
him and I know I am in trouble.

I climb in the shower behind him and go to hug him but he'll have none, of
it, instead he turns me around, bends me over and smacks my behind in a
solid thwack!

"Bad Matt!" he says, "we won't scare Marco half to death again!"

"I dunno, that smack was maybe worth it," I reply grinning.

"Ugh, you're impossible," Marco stands me up and spins me and kisses me.

I hold him in the hot stream for a few moments before we actually 'take a
shower'. I am not looking forward to the talk with Evan so I want to enjoy
these moments with Marco. I appreciate him more all the time and I look
over his perfect little body hoping I can imprint this to memory. We dry
off and throw on boxers and t-shirts and head into the kitchen, or rather I
head into the kitchen and Marco goes to see if Evan is awake.

"Whoa, when that boy wakes up, he wakes UP!" Marco exclaims as he grabs
himself a cup of coffee.

"Impressive morning wood I guess?"

"Oh you betcha," Marco imitates Evan's cute little North Dakotan accent.

Three minutes later Evan appears in the kitchen having taken care of his
full bladder problem. He is in boxers with unruly blonde hair, figures,
even 'bed head' hair looks hot on him. I look at Marco who is grinning
because despite the fact that Evan's morning wood is gone, it is still
impossible to ignore the large bulge in his boxers and Evan seems unaware
of it, I guess that comes from always having it. Marco pours him a cup of
coffee.

"Good morning," Evan says in a voice slightly huskier than normal, "what's
up for the day."

Geeze, nice choice of words, I know what Marco would like to have up for
the day and probably half the night, but if I am being honest, I can't say
I'm not curious too and that given a chance I would go there too now.

"I was thinking breakfast at Perkin's, hang at the mall for a bit and then
I have to take Marco to baseball for a couple of hours after lunch
time. Tonight maybe a movie or invite some guys over for a game night? Any
thoughts?"

Evan, shakes his head, "nope, that all sounds cool to me. I am sure I can
amuse myself when you and Marco are at baseball,"

Now here is the hard part.

"Before that though there is something I wanted to talk to you about, that
Marco and I wanted to talk to you about."

Evan gets a concerned look on his face like maybe Marco came to me about
their time in Denver or what they have done online, but he also looks maybe
confused too.

"Ooook," he draws out the 'o', "go ahead."

"I don't know where to begin, but I think you are owed this in light of
everything. Marco and I are kind of dating."

There, I said it. It is the first time I have actually said it out loud and
I kinda like how it sounded. Evan looks at Marco and his mouth moves as if
to say something, but nothing comes out, but I think I know where he was
going. Evan also looks like someone back handed him.

"Don't blame Marco or be mad for not telling you, he's been protecting
me. He understands all the complications there are with us seeing each
other. And we are dating, we are not boyfriends meaning this isn't an
exclusive arrangement and it isn't exclusive on purpose. I think Marco
should date different people before he commits to one person. Point being
Evan, if you move to Cheyenne for the summer and you and Marco wanted to go
out on dates that is cool with me and I assume cool with Marco, but I'll
let you guys talk about that privately."

"I don't know what to say."

"For my part Evan, I am sorry you didn't know, but this thing has been
developing slowly. I hope you aren't hurt in any way."

"No, no, I didn't really have any right or need to know sooner and I guess
I am just shocked. I mean are you gay then Matt? I mean I remember all the
girls you dated at school."

"I've been coming to terms with where I'm at very slowly Evan, I would have
said I was totally straight until eighteen months ago, but now I am pretty
sure I am gay or heavily on the guy side of bi. I get jealous of guys like
you and Marco who know seem pretty certain from an early age where your
feelings were. Anyway, from here on out, Marco has permission to talk to
you about our relationship, especially as it affects you." I finish and
look at Evan for a reaction. I don't see one so I look at Marco to see if
he has anything to add.

"Evan," Marco begins, "don't blame Matt for me not telling you, that was my
decision too. I like you a lot, you know that and I really would love to
spend more time with you, especially if you are in Cheyenne this summer. I
want to spend more time with Matt too and I want all of us to spend time
together too. We all need to be friends through this no matter what."

Evan finally finds his voice, "I'm not mad or anyone or anything close to
it I am just glad I know more about what is going on and where things
stand. I always felt Marco had some areas he didn't share with me and that
was and is cool, people need their privacy."

He pauses and squirms in his chair, "and as long as we are confessing, I
haven't talked with Marco about this, but I guess it is ok now. Marco and I
have ummm...."

Evan is embarrassed, which is interesting given all he told me yesterday
and he doesn't seem to be able to decide how to say 'fucked' or 'made
love.'

"Oh that," I start before he can say anything, "I'll tell you what I told
Marco, 'you really ought to close the bedroom door all the way'."

Marco turns beat red and starts giggling and it slowly sinks in to Evan
what I mean and then he looks ghost white and then flushes red.

"Oh my.....  I KNEW when I saw you in the lobby you knew somehow, oh gosh
(Evan doesn't really swear) I am so embarrassed."

"And for the two of you," I continue, "I've changed my mind.

That stops the two of them in their laughing.

"I've decided you DON'T need to close the door the whole way cuz damn that
was hot!"

Marco, ribald little guy he is, roars with laughter again and poor, sweet
Evan just blushes more but shows that incredibly cute smile of his.

"I'm going to go get dressed." I announce, standing up, "let's try to leave
in half an hour or so for breakfast?"

Evan stands too and Marco as well. Evan comes over to me and gives me a big
hug and whispers 'thanks' in my ear. No 'thank you', I can feel that
massive tool pressing into my groin, gee Marco can you give us ten minutes
here. I give Evan a peck on the lips and he smiles at me. He hugs Marco as
well and Marco gives him the same peck on the lips. I head off to the
master bedroom, Marco trails behind me.

"Did that go ok," I ask Marco.

"I think so, but I won't know until I talk to Evan alone I guess. Speaking
of which," he looks at me and grins, "can I go shower with him? I'm still
gonna sleep in your bed tonight and.......  you know, but I really think
poooooor Evan needs someone right now."

Marco gives me his best puppy dog look and the look like the kid on
Christmas who has to put away his new presents to come to breakfast.

I am off course jealous and want to scream hell no, but I know that isn't
the right answer.

"Go ahead, just don't be too long."

"You know I'll always love you Matt, don't you?"

"I know babe and I'll always love you too, now scoot."

He gives me a deep kiss, grabs his towel and scampers next door. Once he is
gone from my bedroom I feel suddenly lonely and a chill runs through my
body. My mom would say, 'someone walked over my grave'. I think I
understand that saying finally.



Marco's Story


Evan and Matt are off to get the beer and pizza. Why is life so
complicated? I know I love Matt, I had dreams of him before I even knew him
in person, but when I see Evan my heart flutters too. I knew the instant I
met him he was gay and when I set up our Denver time, I had no idea I
really had a chance with Matt. What am I going to do. Why can't I just have
them both? Why is life so complicated?

I have a nice little buzz going and I am so full from the pizza, why can't
Evan, Matt and I just go into Matt's bed and all three of us live happily
ever after. I catch Matt's eye, I guess I am pretty much ready for bed and
a little 'quality time' with Matt, Lord knows I get little enough of it.

"I think I am turning in guys, you can stay up as late as you want and
watch TV or whatever."

What does 'whatever' mean? Is Matt telling me I can be with Evan right now?
I want to be with Matt tonight, that is why I got my mom to ask Matt to let
me stay this weekend instead of the Burroughs. Matt splits and that leaves
just Evan and me.

"Um, Marco, do you think you could sleep in my room tonight? I mean do you
want to, because I mean if you wanted to you could I guess, because it
isn't like you and Matt.....  , I mean I asked Matt where you were sleeping
tonight and he guessed with him, but I guess....."

Damn is this poor boy flustered.

"Yeah, I'd like to, but you know it might be weird and all that."

I go sit next to him on the couch and kiss him, really kiss him,
goodnight. This is no quick howdy, this is serious spit swapping and tongue
wrestling. I can feel my cock springing to action so I need to cut this
kiss short.

Ok, so maybe a minute later was too long to go on because now Evan is fully
hard and I've already made my decision, it is Matt. I break the kiss and I
see the disappointment in Evan's eyes, he was hoping I had changed my mind.

"G'night Ev."

I head into Matt's bedroom and the lights are out and he is in bed
already. Hey I have plans here buddy, you better be awake.

"You aren't asleep already are you?" I ask as I wrap myself around him.

Matt rolls to his back and even in the dim light I see big tears in his
eyes.

"Oh my God, why are you crying Matt?"

"I wasn't sure you were going to sleep in here tonight," and the giant
drops of water cascade down his cheeks.

Holy fuck do I love this guy. I lower my lips onto his and kiss him as
gently and sweetly as I know how, I want him to feel this.

"Why wouldn't I? You and I have been trying to get time like this for
months now."

"I know, but I know you like him Marco," Matt tells me, "and we agreed that
we could see other people. The fact that it might hurt my feelings
shouldn't matter; you have to follow your heart too. The reason we are not
exclusive is so we, you especially, can discover what it out there."

"Freakin' A you are so funny," Marco I laugh at him, but I hope he knows I
don't mean to be mean, "I came to be with you this weekend. If Evan winds
up living in Cheyenne this summer I'll see him and we'll see what happens,
but it won't ever change how I feel about you Matt. You will always be the
first love of my life."

I brush my lips brush against Matt's once, then twice. His tears are gone
and he rolls me to my back. I see an intensity in him I've never seen and a
crazy passion. I melt into him. The next hour is non-stop, raw passion that
ends with Matt drilling me for about thirty minutes until I finally climax
and expel every last ounce of emotion in me. We fall asleep in each other's
arm, spent and content.

I slowly come to sententiousness, "Good morning sunshine." Matt kisses my
nose.

"Holy fuck, I need to get you more emotional every time before we have sex!
That was intense and hella fun!" I smile and kiss him.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about that too this morning. I think we need to
tell Evan about us and let him know that if he takes the internship in
Cheyenne he'll have a chance to spend time with you."

"Do I get a say in this?" I don't want a say, don't confuse me, just let me
love you and you only.

"No, not really," he kisses my nose again. Damn I like that. "OK, so you
know I am kidding, you don't HAVE to spend time with Evan this summer, but
I think you'd like to."

"I don't know, I like my time with you, especially as we have gotten
closer. I don't want to confuse my feelings." Yes, confused, confused, what
is wrong with the three of us loving each other.

"Marco honey, if time with other people confuses your feelings for me that
is telling you you need to explore those other feelings, not suppress them,
otherwise you'll never be sure."

Damn it, stop making sense, stop being rational.

We decide it is fairest to tell Evan together. Matt goes to make some
coffee and I'm to get the shower warmed up. Oh this feels so nice, I think
I'll...........

"JEEEZ us, Mary and Joseph!" I jump for the roof, that bastard grabbed my
ass and I had no idea he was there. My Nonna Palatzo taught me the evil eye
and Matt is getting my best, he must be punished.

Matt climbs in the shower behind me and thinks a hug will save him, but I
ain't having any of it, instead I turn him around, bend that boy over and
smack his totally cute butt with a solid thwack!

"Bad Matt!" I yell, "we won't scare Marco half to death again!"

"I dunno, that smack was maybe worth it," oh this bitch loves it, me too.

"Ugh, you're impossible," I stand him, spin him and kiss him.

We stand in the hot shower, without anything being said I can feel the fear
and tension in Matt. I guess the future scares me too. Finally we actually
wash and get out and dry off and head in to the kitchen and get ready to
talk with Evan, I go to his bedroom to see if he is up yet.

"Whoa, when that boy wakes up, he wakes UP!" yeah, he was up alright.

"Impressive morning wood I guess?"

"Oh you betcha," as I do my best Fargo-like accent.

Evan is just so dang cute and innocent looking as he comes into the
kitchen. I watch him as Matt unfolds the story. Evan looks hurt. He looks
at me. I hurt him because I've told him time and again Matt and I are just
friends, but I had too, I HAVE to protect Matt, he's risked a lot to make
me happy. Matt takes all the blame for me not telling Evan about us, that's
not fair.

"Evan, don't blame Matt for me not telling you, that was my decision too. I
like you a lot, you know that and I really would love to spend more time
with you, especially if you are in Cheyenne this summer. I want to spend
more time with Matt too and I want all of us to spend time together too. We
all need to be friends through this no matter what."

Evan finally is able to talk and he says he isn't mad at Matt or me, in
fact he feels bad because he and I....  he can't find the words, but Matt
knows where he is going so he cuts him off.

"Oh that, I'll tell you what I told Marco, 'you really ought to close the
bedroom door all the way'."

Ha ha, oh shit, he didn't have to say it that way, I am laughing my ass off
and now Evan gets it, he looks like he could pass out or stroke out. But
now Matt continues.

"And for the two of you I've changed my mind."

What? I am suddenly paying attention.

"I've decided you DON'T need to close the door the whole way 'cuz damn that
was hot!"

Oh hell Matt, I want you to push the door open and JOIN us next time.

Matt says he is going to get dressed and stands to go, Evan stands too and
goes to Matt and hugs him, as they pull apart Matt's kisses him in a quick
peck, Evan comes to me too and kisses me as well and I follow Matt into his
bedroom.

"Did that go ok," Matt wants to know.

"I think so, but I won't know until I talk to Evan alone I guess. Speaking
of which," I ask Matt if I can go shower with Evan. I do my best Oliver
Twist waif look for sympathy and approval.

"Go ahead, just don't be too long."

"You know I'll always love you Matt, don't you?"

"I know babe and I'll always love you too, now scoot." I kiss him as deeply
as I can, I want Matt Kendrick to know I really love him, but I do need to
figure this out.

I go to the door of the guest bathroom and I hope, hope, hope it isn't
locked. It isn't. I slip in the room and with the water running Evan can't
hear me and the shower curtain is opaque so he can't see me until I slide
it back. He looks startled and then happy and maybe relieved.

I step inside the shower and go to him and hold him.

"Oh Marco," Is all he says, but it is enough, enough for now at least.

"Are you ok?" I ask. He nods and then kisses me. The best kiss he has ever
kissed me. Damn I have to remember that getting Matt and Evan emotional
leads to great physical contact.

"We don't have long, Matt's getting dressed."

I grab Evan and start jerking him.

"No, if we don't have long, fuck me Marco. I want...  I NEED you in me."

Whoa! I'm ok with that! We swap positions so Evan is leaning into the wall
away from the shower head. He bends at the waist and uses the conditioner
as a lube. He bends his knees a little so I can enter him more easily and I
do. I grab his hip bones and slide my hard cock into him, slowly but steady
until my pubic mound hits his ass.

"Just go Marco, I'm ready."

Me damn too. I start my motion into him and I am none too gentle, but he
seems to be liking it by his gasps and moans. I keep pounding and in less
than ten minutes I am ready to explode and I do after warning Evan it is
coming (no pun intended).



Matt's Story


I stand outside the guest bathroom door for a couple of minutes with all
kinds of conflicted feelings. I am jealous, happy and hard, I can tell by
the noises someone is getting pounded and my guess is it is Evan. I hear
what sounds like a climax and a moment later the shower is shut off.

I knock on the door "Hey Ev, I have an errand to run, can you bring Marco
to Perkin's? And Marco, remember your baseball gear."

"Will do," both yell back.

I head out, run my 'errand' and head to Perkin's. Marco and Evan are
already there at a booth when I enter the restaurant. Marco looks very
surprised and blushes and Evan just looks confused.

"Hey Tom," Marco says with a somewhat sheepish grin.

"Hey to you too," Tom grins back.

"Tom," I start, "I don't think you have met Evan before. Tom is Tim
McAllister's little brother and he wrestles with me and Marco"

"No, but I've sure heard the name."

Tom slides in next to Evan and I slide in next to Marco and squeeze his leg
as I do and feel him shudder, I know he is trying hard to suppress a
laughing fit so he is looking down and finally grabs his orange juice
hoping that will distract him. Poor Evan is the only one here unaware of
what is going on, but sooner or later he'll figure it out.

"I thought you and Tom could hang out while I take Marco to baseball
practice. You could go to the mall or go back to my place and swim or
something."

"Yeah, that sounds really cool."

We have a great breakfast with chit chat and small talk and except for
Marco squeezing my knee every few minutes as a substitute for giggling it
went well. Marco and I head off to his baseball practice and Evan and Tom
haven't decided what to do yet, except that Tom knows Evan is gay because I
told him on the way over. Normally I wouldn't out someone, but I know Tom
isn't going to tell anyone and I think it could work out well for both of
them.



Tom's Story


I was stoked when Matt called this morning and invited me to breakfast. I
had zero plans today and if I hung around, I just knew my mother was going
to find chores for me to do. Matt also said he had a friend from the
university down for the weekend and I might find him interesting.

Matt arrives at my house an hour later and picks me up.

"Okay, so what am I going to find interesting about this friend of yours?"
I want to know right away.

Matt turns and smiles at me, "he is a 5'9" blonde hair blue eyed Norwegian
god and gayer than a picnic basket, but you didn't hear it from me."

"No way, do you think he'd like me?" I have to know!

"Dude, who wouldn't like you? You are adorable, smart, a great body and
sweet to boot." My face is on fire and I am embarrassed, but it is nice to
hear Matt thinks this about me.

He is right, when we get to Perkin's and I see the boy, he is drop dead
gorgeous. I think I hear angels singing. Even better when we finish
breakfast Matt announces he is taking Marco to baseball practice which
means I'll have at least two hours to hang with Evan alone. As Matt and
Marco pull away Evan turns to me.

"So you want to go to the mall or what Tom?"

"Mmm, I was thinking swimming sounded cool, have you seen Matt's pool? It
is cool, it is indoors."

Evan shrugs, "swimming is cool. Did I tell you I am a diver?"

I am sure we talked on the way over, but I hardly remember a word. I was
just watching his beautiful lips and wondering how I was going to manage to
kiss them.

Back at Matt's house Evan asks if I have a bathing suit and I said no, but
I know Matt has spares so I go into his bedroom, grab a pair and head back
to Evan's bedroom as I pull my shirt off. Evan is shirtless and has just
dropped his boxers. Holy SHIT! What the FUCK is that? I thought I thought
that in my head, but I must have said it out loud, because Evan covers
himself and blushes, red then purple.

"I thought you'd get dressed in Matt's room," is all Evan can stammer.

I walk over about five feet from Evan in a trance. My next words make no
more sense than my last and again I can't believe they didn't stay in my
head too, but they don't.

"Can I touch it?"

Okay, what color comes after purple, because that was Evan's next color. He
looks shy and embarrassed, but also kind of intrigued.

"Sure, I mean if you really want," and he drops his hands away from his
massive cock.

Before I step over to it, I drop my shorts and boxers and step out of
them. My cock has already started to stiffen and Evan's eyes bug a little
and a faint smile shows on his lips. As I grasp the one eyed monster it
jumps to life and Evan lets a gasp escape his mouth. I fondle it for maybe
thirty seconds in which time it grows to its full size, it has to be a damn
9" at least and pretty dang thick too. Two thoughts cross my mind, can I
swallow it can I take it if I sit on it.

"Can I touch you too," Evan whispers sweetly in my ear.

As if he needed to ask, but I don't really answer, instead I cup his neck
with my left hand and pull him into a gentle kiss. His arms encircle my
body and slide down slowly, ending at my butt, caressing my cheeks, before
one hand snakes around front to grip my incredibly hard, leaking dick. I
moan softly into his mouth. We kiss like that for ten minutes before he
goes over to close the bedroom door. He closes it tight and then checks it
and checks it again, kinda weird, maybe he has a thing about unclosed
doors.

Needless to say we never did make the pool. Over the next hour and a half,
I fucked Evan, he sucked me off and the pièce de résistance, Evan fucked
me. He didn't really want to, he was sure he would hurt me, but there was
no way that thing was getting away from me. I HAD to have that in me. Yeah
it hurt at first, but once he got going, my future as a terrific bottom was
assured.

We were lying in the bed in the afterglow cuddling when Marco and Matt came
home. Evan started and wanted to get out of bed and get dressed. I guess he
was feeling all guilty or something. If he was going to be part of our
little circle this summer, he'd soon realize they were no secrets. I pushed
Evan back down and cuddled into his chest and yelled.

"In here!"

Ten seconds later Marco opens the door, all dusty and dirty from practice
and Matt is right behind him. I glance at Evan who looks embarrassed. Marco
for his part is grinning ear to ear. He comes right over to the bed and
plants a big kiss, with tongue, on me and then does the same to Evan. Matt
right behind, gives me the same kiss with tongue, looks at Evan who nods
slightly and Matt gives him the same French kiss only this only lasts at
least twenty seconds, with Matt leaning over me, one hand caressing my
chest.

"You guys are welcome to join us I say."

Marco looks ready, but Matt shakes his head.

"Maybe later, Marco has to get cleaned up, he is smelling a little
masculine. Did you guys swim?"

I giggle, "we never quite made it."

"So how about I go get us some subs from Silver Mine and we can eat them in
the pool area and swim a little."

Evan nodded in agreement, "let me get you some money."

But Evan doesn't get out of bed. He looks at Matt and Marco. "Aren't you
guys going to give us any privacy here?"

Matt and Marco look at each other and then back at Evan and say "no" so
simultaneously you would have thought they rehearsed it for weeks. Evan
blushes, this boy sure is shy.

"Fine," he sighs as he mutters "perverts," but is grinning as he says it.

"Well neither of us is naked in bed with boy," Marco says with mock
seriousness.

I roll out of bed and don't feel strange at all standing naked in front of
Matt and Marco and there is no reason I should I guess, we've all slept
with each other, there aren't many secrets here. Evan hasn't slept with
Matt, he told me that, Marco he was more circumspect about, but I know Matt
has seen Evan naked lots of times since they lived together in the
fraternity house. Evan grabs his wallet and gives Matt some money and asks
for a standard cold cut sub. I get inspired and decide I am going with
Matt. Marco heads over to Matt's room to shower and I pull some clothes on
to go with Matt.

As Matt pulled out of his complex's driveway I exploded, "you FUCKING
asshole."

Matt cringes. Okay, maybe I sounded too convincing on what. "What did I
do?"

"You could have warned me Evan had a damn fire hydrant for a dick BEFORE I
sat on it."

Matt's eyes get huge at that news, where is a damn camera when you need
one. Then he smiles.

"No one said you had to sit on it honey," is his soft reply.

"Oh hell no, I HAD to sit on it trust me."

Now Matt is amused, "and how was it?"

I lean into Matt, "heaven, sheer heaven, I can't believe what a damn bottom
I am."



Matt's Story


Okay, I know what you are thinking, I just pawned Tom off onto Evan to get
him off of Marco so I could have Marco all to myself. No. I like Evan and I
love Tommy. I think the four of us can all be good for each other. I wasn't
sure they'd wind up in bed, but I was sure they'd wind up being friends at
the least. I test out pretty high in self awareness when I go through psych
tests. A small part of me might hope that Evan and Tom would fall
hopelessly in love and leave Marco all to me, but an even bigger part of me
knows that if Marco is hung up on Evan it won't matter that he and Tom are
a thing, it will still interfere with Marco's and my relationship. If the
future holds a future for me and Marco it has to be because it is what we
both want, but given any thoughts of a future are at least two years off,
we have plenty of time.

Tom and I get back to my place, we grab Evan and Marco and head to the
pool. We eat in there and then start goofing around in the pool. There is a
lot of splashing around, the standard pool games, but nothing untoward,
just guys being guys and enjoying each other's company. After we tire out
we head back to my apartment and on the way there I start thinking, two
showers, four guys, I wonder how this will sort itself out. I guess I
didn't have to worry too much, as we enter, Marco beelines for my bedroom
and Tom and Evan head to the guest bathroom. Tom is already in the bathroom
and Evan turns and flashes me a huge smile and a shy shoulder shrug that
says, 'hey I am going with the flow'.

Marco is already in the shower when I get to the bathroom and I quickly
join him. We start to kiss, I hope this is the opening salvo of a great
summer. Marco wants me to fuck him in the shower, but I tell him we don't
have enough time.

"Bah, those two will be busy forever!" he asserts.

"How is that possible, they spent two hours in bed just a couple of hours
ago."

"Eh, you don't know Tommy, that boy is insatiable," Marco laughs.

In any case, we just wind up kissing and bringing each other to climax by
jerking each other, not that I am complaining because it was divine just
exploring Marco's body, while he explored mine and this kissing thing is
wonderful. Who knew boys were kissable, Justin and I really missed out on
something wonderful. Marco and I finish and dry off and head out to the
living room. It is a full twenty minutes before a grinning Tom and
embarrassed looking Evan walk in towels from the bathroom to the guest
bedroom.

"Ow!" Marco punched me in the arm.

"Told you so!" Is all he says somewhat grumpily, but grinning at the same
time.

The boys come out of the guest bedroom mostly dressed, or at least Evan is,
Tom just has on boxers.

"Hey Matt or Marco, do you have a clean t-shirt I can borrow?" Tom asks.

Marco takes him into my bedroom to find something to wear. Evan is still
looking slightly dazed by the day.

"That boy is the Energizer bunny," Evan grins, "he just keeps going and
going and going."

"Or cumming?" I offer back and Evan look apoplectic, luckily the boys
return to distract him.

We decide to watch TV and chill, somewhere along the line Tom called home
and got permission to stay the night because I had Marco over and we were
doing a "poker party", good Lord, if Tom's mom knew the poking that was
going on. Dinner time rolls around and we are trying to decide between
Chinese and Pizza Hut, Tom wants Pizza Hut, but I suspect he just hopes
Ethan is working. Evan votes Chinese, but then he's never met Ethan either
and Marco looks to me to decide and he'll back me up. Dynasty Café and
yummy egg roll or Pizza Hut and yummy Ethan.

Well, you know which choice we took! But when I went into the kitchen to
call Pizza Hut and order the pizzas, they said Ethan was off
tonight. Bummer, or maybe not, before I go back to the living room I text
Ethan, 'have friends over, cum if u aren't busy'.

"I ordered the pizzas, but Ethan isn't working."

Everyone looks disappointed, even Evan who doesn't know him. I don't
mention I texted Ethan, if he comes over it'll be a nice surprise and if
not they'll never know. Fifteen minutes later there is a knock at the door.

"Pizza!" Marco and Tom yell in unison and Marco runs to the door, swings it
open and there is Ethan.

"What? Matt said you weren't working," says a confused Marco.

"I'm not," says an even more confused Ethan.

"Hey Marco, are you going to invite our guest in?" I go to the door, "We
have pizzas being delivered," I explain to Ethan.

Ethan nods his understanding and comes in, he says hi to Tom and is
introduced to Evan, I guess I never noticed how alike they both look, but
Marco and Tom see it too, Ethan is taller at 6', but they both have the
blonde hair and blue eyes and even their faces have a similar shape. Ten
minutes later the pizza arrives and we dig in right on the floor of the
living room, no plates or anything, bachelor living at its best!

After dinner Marco, Ethan and I are on the couch and Evan and Tom are on
the floor. Tom is being affectionate with Evan, oblivious of Ethan's
presence, or not caring. We still don't know if Ethan is gay, bi, curious
or totally straight, but he doesn't seem uncomfortable. Marco starts to
snuggle into me a little and now I feel guilty with Ethan being left out. I
push Marco away from me, sliding his butt over and he looks at me like,
'what the hell'.

"Ethan, slide in here," I indicate the now open spot.

Ethan looks unsure, but Marco who is now clued in pats the spot with his
hand and gives Ethan his best smile. Ethan blushes, but moves and sits
between Marco and me. I put an arm around him and Marco snuggles into the
cute swimmer boy.

"How...  how did you know Matt? Am I obvious?" Ethan wants to know.

"No, not at all, just little clues."

Ethan goes into a little of his life story. He figured out he was gay in
junior high, but didn't figure anyone else was. How could they be? Gay was
bad and wrong and the gay kids get beat up and all that stuff so he has
just kept his mouth shut and tried to forget about it. And he did, kind of,
until that day he saw my semi in the basketball shorts and all the feelings
came flooding back. He figured out he could talk to me, but he never
figured I might be gay too or whatever.

"Whatever is a good word for what I feel for now Ethan, and you don't need
to feel alone, or frightened or different or anything. There are other kids
around like you, not just these two and there are teachers and coaches I
know who can help if you have problems."

"Thanks Matt."

We eventually do get to our poker game, I won't tell you what kind of poker
we played, but five gay boys, you figure it out. I am not quite sure who
won and who lost. It was getting late and Ethan had to get going so he put
his clothes back on and got a nice kiss from each of us to console him on
losing at poker.

It was late so we turned in, Marco went to my bedroom after kissing Evan
and Tommy goodnight, Tommy kissed me and went to the guest bedroom and Evan
kissed me with the parting comment, "I HAVE to get that internship this
summer." And closed the bedroom door behind himself.


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Three week later Tom, Marco and I have to be in the Denver area for a
freestyle wrestling tournament as a warm up to the nationals and I decided
to get a hotel room for us for Saturday night so we don't need to drive
home. Tom and Marco are going to spend Friday night so we can leave first
thing in the morning. I pick up Tom first and head to Marco's, on the way
back to my house they are trying to work out the sleeping arrangements when
Marco hits on the idea that all three of us could fit in my bed.

"That wouldn't be fair," I chime in.

They both look at me, "fair to who?" they both ask.

"Whom," I correct, "fair to whom. It wouldn't be fair to Evan, he is
spending the night tonight and is going with us to Denver."

Both boys get excited and bounce like Tigger. I know they have both seen
Evan briefly since he moved here about ten days ago, but he has been so
busy getting settled in they haven't had a lot of time. He did get the
summer internship obviously and has moved in with his friend Darcrea from
the swim team and they have been hanging out a lot I assume she knows Evan
is gay, but maybe not.

We make it an early night since we have to leave at 6AM to get to weigh-ins
in Wheat Ridge. Tom is going to sleep in my room tonight and with Evan
tomorrow when we are in Denver. I am still trying to be fair with
everyone's time with everyone else since no one is in a relationship with
anyone else. I know Ethan and Tom went out last Friday. I wouldn't call it
quite a date since they went out with a bunch of Ethan's swim friends, but
it was a first for them in terms of hanging out and who knows what happened
driving to and from, but it was a start.

We drive straight to Wheat Ridge High School where the tournament is,
weigh-in and head out to breakfast. It is a nice little tournament, Tom
takes third in Greco and wins the Freestyle and Marco takes third in
both. I decided to stay again at the Residence Inn because of the two
bedrooms, upstairs and down. After checking in as we are trying to decide
what to do Marco says, "I could use a Coke".

I knew exactly what he meant so we walked over to North Capitol Hill, as
soon as we crossed Broadway on 17th, I took Marco's hand in mine and walked
with him down the street. I looked back and Tommy was taking Evan's
hand. Evan looked like he might die, but he was happy at the same time. We
strolled for a bit and then Marco whispers to me and I nod. He breaks my
grip and runs back to Evan and takes his hand and sends Tom up to me. Tommy
takes my hand and I plant a kiss on him which draws some applause from the
outdoor diners at Steuben's. We look back to Evan and Marco and Marco gets
the idea and lays one on poor, bashful Evan who responds nonetheless. We
walk to Hamburger Mary's for a coke and just to hang out a little. As we
start our walk back, the two youngins' start to hold hands and walk down
the street, Ev and I just walk side by side. Marco comes running back and
puts Evan's hand in mine, Evan looks shy, but he squeezes my hand anyway.

As we start to leave the friendly confines of North Capitol Hill we talk
about dinner and Marco suggests we do the same thing we did last time, get
some beer and pizza or sandwiches from Proto Pizzeria and just chill in the
room and swim and 'stuff'. He says 'stuff' with a rather lecherous look. We
all agree and stop at Proto on the way back.

After downing a few beers and a lot of pizza we change and head down to the
pool. Being full with a good buzz, we aren't too active in the pool and
actually spend more time in the Jacuzzi, which is a really bad idea because
it start to put all of us asleep. And that wouldn't do, would it.

As we enter our room and the door closes, Marco drops his bathing suit and
heads upstairs, he pause at the top and looks over his shoulder back at me
with a look that causes me to bone up immediately. Tommy sees the look and
drops his bathing suit too and grabs Evans hand and pulls him towards the
downstairs bedroom. On Evan's face I see a quick flash of something, it is
somewhere between sadness, jealousy and nostalgia and it is quickly gone as
he focuses on the cute, naked bird in his hand.

I head upstairs and Marco greets me just inside the door. He wraps around
me as I enter the room and immediately lands his lips on mine. The kiss
isn't crazy passion like I was expecting, it is slow, deliberate and
meaningful. As I pull away from him his eyes are moist. Seven months ago I
wouldn't have understood, now I do.

"Now don't get me started Marco, but yeah, I feel it too. This place snaps
me back to where I first loved a guy."

Blake awoke the feelings in me, feelings more than lust or horniness, but
it was Marco where the feelings manifested themselves. The irrational part
of my mind wants this boy all to myself with a fierce jealousy that wants
to gut like a deer anyone threatening to take him from me. Rationality
still rules however and I am thankful to be in the starting rotation at
least. Will Marco settle on me, Evan, Tom, Ethan, some other unknown
lurking the halls of East High waiting to snatch love from me. My eyes mist
and I'd better stop thinking and start kissing if I am going to convince
him to make the right decision.

Marco unties the string holding my bathing suit on, rips the Velcro fly
open and slips the suit past my hips where they fall to the floor on their
own accord. I step out of them as Marco jumps up to wrap his legs around me
while one hand caresses my neck and the other clutches my shoulder in a
very wrestling-like underhook. It is awkward, but I walk to the bed and
gently lay Marco down never breaking our kiss. I spend the next three hours
doing my best to convince Marco I am the one, pick me, pick me. When we
finally fall asleep it is because we have no energy to do anything else.

**********************************************************************

Back home summer school is starting and for me that means teaching physical
education, which is really just football time for conditioning and lifting
although a couple of cross country guys join us and a smattering of
basketball players. I am done by noon every day so it is a good gig and
that gives me plenty of time for wrestling a couple days a week and time to
help out at Frontier Days, which I will miss this year for the most part
because it is the same week of the Cadet and Junior National Wrestling
Championships in Fargo. It also gives me lots of free time to read and hang
out with the guys which includes, Blake, John, Marco and has expanded to
include Tom, Ethan and sometimes Evan.

There is an additional complication to my life however, Blake has left East
High and has transferred to Central with me which means he'll actually be
playing for me. That means whatever might have happened won't probably now,
not with someone from my own school.

I am seeing Marco more, not so much for overnights, but when I get home
from summer school he'll come and over and we'll swim or head out to Curt
Gowdy to hike and sometimes just the mall. A couple of days we've done
nothing but cuddle on the couch in our boxers with the AC on and watch
videos.

Blake actually spends the night more than Marco right now, we are in this
pattern where Blake spends the night on Saturday night because we are out
late doing stuff. SO I am seeing Marco a lot during the week and Blake on
the weekends and Marco sees Evan a lot on weekends since Evan works a lot
Monday through Friday. Tom gets some time in with me too and a little with
Evan, but Tom and Ethan are pretty thick these days.

I'm lying around the house one day in early July when there's a knock at
the door. I know it isn't Marco or Blake, they are both busy today and when
I swing the door open, there is Derrick Mann, my favorite 103 pounder.

"Hey, Derrick, what up, come on in, what brings you here today?"

"Hey Coach, I just wanted to bring you the packet stuff for the nationals,"
he says as I close the door behind him and he hands me a large manila
envelope.

"Eh, you could have mailed this Derrick; you didn't need to bring it by."

"It said it was due tomorrow so I thought I should get it to you, I knew it
wouldn't get here in the mail on time," he explains as I take the envelope
and he follows me into the living room.

"What have you been up to this summer so far Derrick?"

He shrugs as he plops down in a chair, "not a lot really. I've been to a
few tournaments with Dillon, been camping a few times up in the high
country, but mostly just hanging out, ya know?"

I nod and we start chatting about my summer, how the tournament was in
Denver, and just the general BS that guys talk about. We decide to watch
Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring since I've just gotten it. I
grab a pillow from the couch and flop onto the floor as it starts and
Derrick grabs another pillow and joins me on the floor.

Now I have to admit, lying here on the floor with Derrick, I can't help
thinking back to that last night of the state tournament when things were
pretty sexually charged between us. I still don't know to what extent he
was kidding or serious or just having a moment, but I have to admit I am
having a seriously hard time concentrating on the movie and a seriously
hard time someplace else in my basketball shorts. The ones I have on with
no underwear on, by the way, I hadn't been planning on company. Thank God I
am lying face down.

Thirty minutes into the movie Derrick is a little restless too because he
climbs on top of me and lies his head down on my back.

"Do I look like a mattress?"

"Kinda and you are a little lumpy, but you are lumpy in all the right
places," he wiggles his crotch on top of my ass as he says it. I can feel
his big cock through his shorts. It is soft but mine springs back to
hardness immediately.

As the movie rolls on another minute or two Derrick rocks a little side to
side. I can feel him stiffening. It is just him and me this time, no Dillon
and Cody in a bed next to us. The side to side rocking stops. Derrick is
fully hard now. Another thirty seconds of the movie and now Derrick starts
a slow forward and back motion, the same dry humping he did in Casper only
it isn't the franticfuuny, pretend dry humping of that moment, this is
serious. Derrick drives longer strokes into me and I can feel him lifting
his hips so he can start from the bottom of my crack and drive all the way
up. Can he tell I am naked beneath my shorts? It doesn't matter because I
know what I am going to do. I hook my thumbs in my waist band and push my
basketball down lifting my hips to let them pass and stopping when they
clear by ass.

"I'm calling your bluff Mann," is what I say quietly, but I know he isn't
bluffing.

"I think I have the winning hand Coach," is his retort and I feel him lift
his hips. When he lies back down that big, big dick is lying my crack, skin
to skin and he resumes his rocking. Now I am biting my pillow like he said
I would, only it is to keep me from moaning out loud in pleasure, not pain
because there isn't any penetration.

A minute of this slow, deliberate dance we are doing and Derrick brings his
lips to my ear. I can feel the moisture in his breath as he whispers.

"Do you want to do this for real?" His voice is low and sultry.

I nod and he lifts off me so I can get up. I come to all fours and then
stand. I drop my basketball shots there in the living room, Derrick has
dropped his already and I grin looking at his amazing cock. It isn't that
it is huge, it is thick and at least 7", so it isn't like it is a 9"er, but
on 103 pounder it looks like it is about 15 pounds of his 103 pounds. He is
lean and just fucking hot and I am so horned up right now it isn't even
funny. He grins back and I pull him into a quick kiss, he drives his tongue
immediately into my mouth. He is a great kisser and I'd love to stand here
and explore that side of him, but all I can focus on is getting that dick
in me. I lead him into my bedroom, stripping off the rest of our clothes as
we go.

"How do you want to do it?" Derrick asks.

"You are the big butch top, you tell me."

Derrick grins, "I am the big butch top for now. I want you on your back so
I can kiss you too," and he kisses me again aggressively.

I lie on my bed and roll over to the night stand and pull out a bottle of
lube for him. I settle back down and scoot into Derrick with him in between
my legs. He is on his knees and my cheeks sit on his thighs, He squirts a
generous dollop of lube on his fingers, forces my hips up with his left
hand and inserts the first finger. Derrick is a small guy so his fingers
are slender and there is no discomfort, in fact that first finger feels
great, so good in fact that I am assuming Derrick is pretty experienced
because he knows exactly where to go to deliver pleasure and boy does he
deliver it. An 'oh fuck' gasp escapes my lips as he works my prostate. The
second and third fingers follow pretty quickly which is fine with me, I am
more than ready for him to fuck me. Ever since the state tourney at Casper,
Derrick has been in my dreams.

He moves to lube his cock so I know he is ready for the main event. He
focuses his brown eyes on my eyes, they look darker than normal, and there
is a sparkle to them.

"Ready Matt?" Funny, he called me Matt, most times it is 'coach', but I
guess we are a bit more personal and intimate than that right now.

I nod and he places his big head on my ring and slips it in. My ring opens
and then closes on his head and Derrick lets a gasp of his own out. With
his hands behind my knees he pushes his hips forward, sliding his shaft
deeper and deeper inside of me, when I feel his pubic mound hit my ass he
scoots in even closer and now hooks his elbows behind my knees. Derrick
lifts his knees off the bed, pulls his shaft slowly back and then pushes
back forward slowly again, slowly back, forward slowly, slowly back, slowly
forward. The friction is driving me wild, Derrick bends forward and now
drives his tongue deep too and I nip at with my teeth while I arch my hips
up trying to get him even deeper in me.

Bang! He hits my 'spot' and I moan into his mouth. My moan inspires him and
he picks up his speed a little, not a lot but a little so he is hitting my
spot more often, I wiggle a little under his pleasure and gently stroke his
sides. Derrick is 105 pounds of pure muscle. I tweak his dime shaped
nipples and that inspires him to speed up even more. I feel like my mind is
detaching from my body. Ten minutes in and Derrick is breathing hard, at
fifteen minutes he is sweating and I am not sure how much longer I can go,
the intense feeling has me ready to explode and I haven't touched myself
yet.

"Oh shit," he says suddenly.

"What?"

"I'm fucking close, sorry." And then the eruption starts. I feel his hot
milk enter me and my own cock jumped in response sending my ropes of cum up
my chest.

Derrick finishes his final pump and then collapse on top of me.

"Oh fuck Matt, you are a lot better than boys."

I wrap my arms around him and we lie there for five or six minutes in the
moment before I finally speak. Derrick has his eyes closed, his head on my
chest and his arms are wrapped around me too.

"So what is the story on you Mr. Mann, are you gay, bi?"

"No, I'm straight," he replies without lifting his head or opening his
eyes.

I chuckle and that gets him to open his eyes and lift his head and look at
me.

"No, seriously," and he lies his head back down and closes his eyes
again. "I don't find guys attractive sexually. When I am at the mall and I
see a bunch of cute guys and cute girls I only think about the girls
sexually and I don't wonder about the guys sexually at all. I never ever
think, 'wow he is hot, I wanna get with him'. I have had sex with a few
guys, but it is because I like the person and I want to experience a
connection with that person because of how I feel about them after I get to
know them. When I first met you, you never turned me on. It was only after
I got to know you and I started to like you as a person that I wanted you
to fuck me."

"You want me to fuck you?" My eyes must be as big as saucers now.

Derrick slides up a little and kisses me again, not the aggressive kiss of
earlier, but soft, sweet and tender.

"Yes, but let's cuddle for ten more minutes first."

End of Chapter Twelve