Date: Thu, 1 Jul 2010 20:41:12 -0700
From: Tim P <privatetimm@gmail.com>
Subject: Blake's Story Chapter 15

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Chapter Fifteen - Another Summer, Fall Football and The Guarantee

Matt's Story

School ends and we roll into summer. Blake and Tony are going into their
senior years and are taking summer practice for football deadly serious,
each is a leader at their school and is driving their team mates to work
hard for the fall. Marco, Derrick and Tom are more focused on wrestling and
the Junior Nationals in Fargo, they all think they have chances to place
this year. I am still dating girls pretty much exclusively, but Derrick
drops by every once in a while when he can't find a girl and I find his
visits far more satisfying than my female companions and that bugs, because
I really am trying to be good and conform to what everyone expects of
me. Dillon is back in town from his freshman year at Northern Colorado and
when I called him up to come by wrestling practice, he seemed pretty happy
to hear from me. I guess I need to find out why Derrick said I should look
him up when he was back.

Blake and I do our Saturday workout at the Y just like we have since he was
an eighth grader and we have settled back into a comfortable routine, but
now I miss the sexual tension of our stretchings. After 'the incident' at
my place I've felt awful and figured Blake was kinda disgusted with me
because the playfulness of the stretching routine is gone. I wanted it gone
because I didn't want Blake to feel uncomfortable. It is gone and I miss
it. Gone too is most of our sexual banter we used to do. I miss that as
well. But I know it is all to the good. Blake has been seeing a new girl
and has been a little tight lipped about her, so I am not quite sure what
is going on with her. I sigh a little as he spreads his legs away from me
and leans forward, waiting for me to put pressure on his back and press him
forward to the floor. Blake is quite the man now. He is up to 6'2 and a
solid 185 pounds, a little bit bigger than me, and you can't see an ounce
of fat anyplace on his body. As my chest presses into his back I try not to
notice his scent; his freshly washed hair, the masculine aroma of his body
interacting with his deodorant and the faint wisp of after shave, the
Davidoff I gave him for Christmas last year.

I manage to put all that out of my mind before I pop wood, or at least
before Blake notices that I am starting to. We get through a great workout
and I am hopeful we do something after, but he has plans with Shelly, his
new gal, so he gives me a bro hug and tells me he'll call later to see what
I am up to. I'm not ready to go home so I head over to the Frontier Mall
just to kill time before I figure out what I want to do today. I am killing
time is Dillard's, not really looking where I am going as I round a corner
and bump into a chesty young gal.

"Barbara!"

Barbara Metz turns beet red, but manages a polite, but quiet, "hi Coach."

I give her my quizzical look because there are undertones in her look I am
not understanding, "is everything alright Barbara?"

"Yes," she says with her eyes down a little, avoiding mine, "everything is
great and I guess I have you to thank for it, but oh my gawd I am so
embarrassed Tony told you all those things." Her shade deepens.

I let out a little giggle, "oh that. Let's go to the food court and chat a
bit."

We head out of Dillard's and while Barbara gets us a table I grab two
frozen yogurts from TCBY, a White Chocolate Mousse for me and Fat Free
Peach for her.

"Barbara," I began after we've started to eat our frozen treats, "you are a
young woman now, I see you and Tony as adults, not kids any more. There is
no reason for you to be embarrassed around me. I mean you two have been
dating for two years, I doubt even your parents don't assume something is
going."

She blushes again, but smiles this time. "you're as bad as my mother. She
offered to get me birth control over a year ago. I'm sure my father is
clueless; he thinks I'm his six year old princess still. It's just that my
mother assumes, but you actually know and you know everything. It's just
weird for me I guess. But I do want to thank you. Tony and I are back
together and we......  we fixed our issues." Her crimson visage tells me
Tony owns me big time.

I reach across and grab her hand, "I'm glad you guys worked things out. You
are a good couple and you ought to enjoy your senior year together. Any
thoughts on where you are going to college?"

"Well I am applying to Stanford, Yale and Colorado as my main choices,
Wyoming and Colorado State as back-ups, but I think it is Stanford I really
want. I know Tony is set to go to either Boulder or Fort Collins so I guess
we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

I nod at that and think about what the guys senior year is going to mean to
me too. It is hard for me to believe that my little crew I started with at
Carey Jr. High is off to college next year and I get a pang on how much
I'll miss them. We chat a bit more and I catch a familiar face out of the
corner or my eye, he catches mine too and heads over.

"Hey Dillon, you know Barbara, right?"

"Oh of course, she came to a lot of Marco's wrestling matches, how're you
doing Barbara?"

"Oh great Dillon, you? You look great."

Why yes he does as a matter of fact. He is as cute as ever or maybe
cuter. He doesn't have that sucked down look of a wrestler trying to make
weight any more, I'd guess he is close to 150 pounds now, up from his 130
last year and he is carrying it well, he looks filled out and solid.

"Thanks, bumping up to 141 this year was great, I didn't have to starve
myself all the time. I'm not interrupting am I?"

"No, in fact I was just getting back to shopping, Coach offered to buy me a
yogurt and I've never been one to turn down a yogurt. It was nice seeing
you again. Thanks again Matt."

"Any time Barbara, any time. You take care and don't spend too much."

"Hey Matt, I really do hope I wasn't interrupting, but when I saw you over
here, I figured I'd come say hi and see what was up."

"It's cool, I'm glad you did. Barbara and I were finished with our serious
chat. She and Tony hit a rough spot a couple of weeks ago, but they fixed
it up so it's cool. What about you? What are you up to?"

"Nothing really, I'm doing some work for my father this summer to make some
money and that's pretty much it. I was stoked when you called about working
out with the wrestling club. I'd love to stay in shape this summer and roll
around a little."

"No, it'll be great to have you, maybe if you have the time we could get
you on staff for the regionals and nationals too. It is really great to
have coaches who can work with the guys on the mat. Coach Moore doesn't do
much on the mat these days his knees are so bad we can always use the
help."

"That would be awesome, I'd love to go along on the trips. I might even try
and officiate at the regionals, Dennis has been bugging me about it for a
while."

Dennis is our state chairman for officials in wrestling and always trying
to get the young guys to go to regionals so they can get higher ratings and
move up the ladder nationally.

"Sounds, good, what are you doing today?"

Dillon shakes his head, "no plans really, why you have something in mind?"

His lips curl into a wicked little smile that makes his dimples even more
accentuated.

"I dunno, it is nice day today, hot, I was thinking of going to Sloan's
Lake Beach and lying out a bit and maybe swim a little. Interested?"

"Umm, yeah, totally. Let me go home and get my bathing suit. You want me to
me you at your place?"

"Yeah and bring some extra clothes too in case we wind up doing something
after that."

Thirty minutes later we leave my apartment for the short drive to Sloan's
Lake. It is crowded, which isn't unexpected on a warm June day, so Dillon
and I head past the lifeguard tower to the far left where the trees start
and the beach ends. Dillon peels off his shirt and I catch myself staring a
little. It is the same Dillon from last year only a little buffer; a faint
patch of brown under his arms, one or two lonesome hairs around his
nipples, a smooth firm chest, a pulled in waist and a wispy trail of brown
disappearing into his board shorts.

"What do you think Matt?" Dillon asks in a coquettish voice.

"You look dang ripped boy, I can see college is doing okay by you."

"Ha ha, thanks, you look not too bad for an old guy."

I don't react at first and then I pounce on Dillon like a hungry cat on a
defenseless mouse. He laughs and squirms as I put a vise grip body lock on
him.

"Alright, alright, I didn't mean old guy...." I start to loosen my grip and
as he scrambles away he blurts out, "I meant really old."

But he spoke too soon because his entire body hadn't cleared away from me
and I snatch him by the ankle and pull him back and go back into a vise
grip. I stand with him locked up tight and he is powerless to stop me as I
walk him to the water.

"No, no," he screams breathlessly, "I'll be good! You are young, really
really young; younger than me even."

But it doesn't help him as I launch backwards in the water and throw him
over the top in a perfcet salto. Dillon lands deep in the cool water of the
lake and immediately comes up to attack me and drag me in too. That is when
we hear a whistle blow twice. We turn our heads in the direction of the
lifeguard stand. I'll be damned, they've changed lifeguards. The new guard
is wagging a disapproving finger at Dillon and me.

"I'll be darned, c'mon Dillon, let's go talk to the lifeguard."

Dillon still splashes me until we are all the way out of the water. We
approach the lifeguard stand and I look up at the young guard sitting in
the chair, his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses.

"Gee Mr. Lifeguard sir, I'm really sorry my friend and I were causing
problems."

The lifeguard leans forward and pushes his sunglasses down his nose and
addresses Dillon not me.

"Where on earth did you find this thug Dillon."

Which surprises me because I had no idea Dillon knew the lifeguard.

"Eh you know how it is Ethan, I kinda found him moping around the mall and
he looked so sad and lonely I figured I'd take pity on him and take him out
for a day of fun."

"Okay, so how do you two know each other? Cheyenne is small, but it isn't
that small."

Dillon speaks up first as Ethan Demming shifts back in his chair and
resumes scanning the lake and beach.

"I've hung out with Tom and Ethan a few times since I've been back from
school."

That surprises me a little, not a lot since Tom and Dillon are good friends
from wrestling, but it is another piece in the puzzle that is Dillon. And I
am thinking the smirk on Ethan's face is another piece.

"Well watch out for him Dillon, I hear he has fast hands and knows a lot of
moves," Ethan says without turning his head to look at us.

Dillon looks like he is blushing or maybe it is the sun affecting him, but
in any case he answers back, "I'll watch my back. Maybe you and Tom could
hang with us after you get off today."

"Sure, I'll call Tom my next break."

"That is okay isn't Matt, you didn't have other plans did you?"

"No, it sounds cool, we'll leave you alone now Ethan so you can work, see
ya later tonight I guess then."

Dillon and I head back to our towels. The sun is high and in the clear,
thin mountain air it beats down, so I have him apply a good 30 SPF lotion
to my back and legs. I don't know how he does it, but it feels more like a
massage than just having suntan lotion applied. And I have to grin when
Dillon asks me to 'do him too'. Am I looking for double entendres with him
or is there really something there. As I spread the lotion on his back, I
try to return the favor and rub it in well and am rewarded with a little
moan out of him.

"Damn, I forgot how much I miss your wrestling massages Matt. The college
team isn't as tight as we were in high school. I don't get massages much
anymore.

"Anytime you are in need this summer, feel free to call. I will expect
reciprocation of course," I grin at him.

"Nooo problem."

We lie about for a few hours, jumping in the cool waters of Sloan Lake to
cool down every so often. Ethan came over on one of his breaks to say he
had talked to Tom and we were all set for tonight Ethan said he gets off at
about 5:30 and he needs to go home and shower so he figures by the time he
gets Tom, it'll be about 6:30PM when he gets to my house.

"You know you can shower at my place if you want and Tom can meet us all
over there."

"That sounds cool, I'll tell Tom to meet me at your place around 6PM then."

The sun is still pretty at 4PM and a nice breeze out of the east is keeping
the day pleasant, but I am thinking I've had enough sun for the day.

"You ready to hit it Dillon?"

"Sure, I think I need a nap before Tom and Ethan come over, this sun has
zapped all my energy."

We drive back to my place and Dillon follows me into my bedroom to grab the
back pack with his change of clothes.

"I'm gonna shower and rinse off the suntan lotion."

"Sounds good to me," and I get a smile from Dillon.

I head into the master bathroom, turn on the shower and start to drop my
bathing suit when a totally naked Dillon walks in the bathroom. Damn does
he look fine. He is filled out a bit from his role as a 125 pounder in high
school and now looks to be the perfect 141 pounder in college. He hasn't
changed that much otherwise from last year in high school; a sparse brown
dusting of hair around a very nice cock, his wispy happy trail. I've never
seen it hard before, but something tells me before the day is over I just
might.

He is looking down at his feet when he speaks, "I thought.... I thought
maybe since I put it on, I should...  you know....  take the suntan lotion
off."

I grin as my board shorts hit the floor, "I think that is a fine plan."

Dillon looks up with a shy smile. His eyes are a deep azure and as he looks
into mine, I do what feels most natural. I step over to him, place my hands
on his biceps and lower my lips onto his. They are soft and warm and part
as I touch mine to his.

"Oh Matt," he says quietly before placing his lips back on mine.

I move my arms from his biceps to encircle him, pull him tighter to me and
suddenly all my resolve to go back on the straight and narrow
dissolves. This feels right and natural. And thrilling. I get a tingle and
thrill that is just missing when I kiss a girl. I can feel Dillon's cock,
pushed against me and growing harder. I am sure he can feel mine doing the
same. We kiss for a minute and Dillon slides down to his knees to take me
in his mouth. I shudder and throw my head back as his warm mouth takes me
in.

"No," is all I can say.

He looks up at me, surprised, "no?"

"Let's shower, get the goop off and then go in the bedroom."

His shy smile returns and he follows me into the shower and immediately
soaps me up to take off the suntan lotion and I do the same, although I
somehow manage to soap and caress his cute little buns that never had any
lotion on them at all more than the rest of him. We are out of the shower
quickly, toweled off and into my bedroom in record time. I pull the freshly
scrubbed college boy on top of me and we resume kissing. I feel the warm
breath through his nostrils and taste the spearmint gum he was crewing on
the way home from the lake.

Dillon grinds on top of me, thrusting his hard cock over mine while his
tongue seeks mine. My hands wander down his back, it is smooth, firm and
muscular and my hands end on the ass that is pushing the cock all over
mine. I roll Dillon gently to his back, now with me on top his thrusting
ends and he relaxes under me. I slow my kissing and move down to his collar
bone that I suck with a suction sure to leave a hickey that can't be seen
when his shirt is on; he giggles and playfully slaps the side of my head.

His scent is fresh and clean, Irish Spring. I kiss him just above his innie
and my tongue follows the sparse happy trail down his defined loin to his
hard member, his purple head pointing to his chin. I take Dillon in my
mouth and push all the way down 6 1/4 " until my nose nestles in the soft
brown pubes; back up and now I lick around the rim and up the gully to
flick off the pungent drop pre-cum that forms on the tip, Dillon moans and
thrusts up and then relaxes back down and spreads his legs a little more. I
see the tight pink ring below his roiling ball sac and my tongue can't
resist exploring. As I approach with my tongue, licking down that sensitive
region, Dillon lifts his legs a little in anticipation.

I lick around the hole before penetrating with my tongue, it is musky, but
not unpleasant and Dillon moans and swears, 'oh fuck Matt, uugggh, oh
God'. He lifts his legs even higher and I penetrate deeper. Five minutes of
my tongue, his ring is slippery wet and I slide in my middle finger gently
and slowly inside him and move it up and back to find his pleasure
center. I know I have found it when his dick jumps and he yelps. Another
five minutes of massaging and banging there and Dillon is ready to move on.

"Just fuck me Matt, pleeeeease."

I smile and kiss him, withdrawing my finger and reaching to the night stand
for supplies. I've just closed the night stand drawer and his legs are
already high in the air in anticipation. One finger, two and then three
loosen him up and he tells me he is ready, but go slow, it's been a
while. My swollen head stands at his entrance, it is lubed well and slips
inside the ring piece easily, but I feel his muscles tighten.

"Relax babe, I'll go slow. Push out and relax and I'll slip in slowly."

Dillon does as he is told and when I feel him relax after his push, I slide
in easily and bury myself in him until my pubes are touching his ass. He
gasps a little.

"You okay college boy?"

"Yeah, yeah, just stay there a minute..... okay, that's good....  Go ahead
Matt."

I start a slow rocking motion, sliding back and pushing back in, I try to
finish high so I know I'm hitting his prostate and I guess I am because I
get moans, my name and assorted 'oh Gods' that tell me it is working. Five
minutes, ten, twenty, I keep building speed and power.

"Oh fuck Matt, I can't last much longer."

I just nod and increase my intensity even more lifting my knees off the
bed. Five more thrusts and I can see Dillon's dick swell and then erupt in
ropes of cum onto his chest and that is all it takes to push me over the
edge. I pump until I am empty and then lie down on top of Dillon and kiss
him a few more quick pecks before I slide off to the side. Dillon rolls
into me and buries his head on my chest and wraps his left hand around me.

"Mmm, that was nice Matt. Damn it has been so long."

I smile, and run my fingers through his shaggy brown hair, "so what is the
story on you Mr. Stein?"

"Hmmm, I am on the gay side of bi. Derrick was my only outlet here in
Cheyenne, but I've met a few guys in Greely and a few more online. Derrick
brought me up to speed on what's been happening here so Tom and I have been
talking online, Marco too so I am pretty up on the local scene here
now. The question on everyone's lips is what your story is?"

I exhale a good breath, what is my story indeed.

"I wish I knew Dillon, honest to God I do."

"You know you totally broke Marco's heart and I hear you broke Blake's
too."

"Blake?" That snaps me to a different level. "What makes you think I broke
Blake's heart?"

"Eh, I hear things, here and there. I piece together the bits and pieces
that maybe everyone doesn't see 'cuz they are too close to it. So what is
your story? Gay, straight, bi?"

A sigh. "I would have said straight, then bi, then gay and then I thought I
could be totally straight, but you....  this... I know that isn't really
possible now. This felt so right to me, I got a thrill with you I haven't
had in eight, nine months of dating girls again..." I pause.

"Glad to be of service," he grins up at me.

"Now I just need to figure out how to balance my life, date the right
people and stop hurting the ones I care about."

"You'll figure it out Matt, you're a good guy."

And with that he closes his eyes and nuzzles into me.

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

I wouldn't quite say Dillon and I spent the summer dating, because he
didn't want to get too involved emotionally since he is going back to
Greely in the fall, but we sure did spend a lot of time together including
a lot of overnight stays in my bed. He did work with the kids in wrestling,
taking them down to the regionals in Winnemucca, Nevada and then joining us
in Fargo with the Cadets and Juniors.

We are getting better and better all the time at the national level, but
only Marco achieves All American status by placing 7th in Greco-Roman. I
know he is getting better and better too, but I think it also helped that a
certain blonde diver happened to be at his parents' house in Fargo that
week and managed to make a lot of the tournament. Dillon and I managed to
behave (mostly) for that ten days in North Dakota, but sadly just two weeks
after getting back from Fargo, he had to get back to school in Greely and I
had to get ready for fall football, also starting in mid-August. Two nights
before he is set to leave he spends one last night with me at my place and
I promise to visit him in Greely before school starts. It really is not
much over an hour away.

After Dillon leaves, I have some time to reflect on my feelings about him,
Marco and especially Blake. I know that simply burying my feeling is no
longer an option and trying to turn myself more to the straight side with a
succession of women isn't going to work either. I hit on an interesting
idea. A backpacking trip.

I actually present the idea to Tony first. I propose he, Blake, Marco and I
hike the Mt. Ida Trail along the Continental Divide and spend three nights
at Rock Lake or Timber Lake. I propose it as a "kick off the senior year"
idea to Tony. It is starting to hit me that Tony and Blake, my feelings for
Blake notwithstanding, have been pretty big parts of my life for the last
four years and next fall they will both be off to college. Tony loves the
idea and thinks it'll be a good way to get in shape for Hell Week that
would start two days after we get back. I let him present the idea to Marco
and Blake and they kind of get the idea it was his idea, not mine which
actually works out okay.

We spend a week planning the trip, stocking up and packing. The hike in
won't be easy, there is about an 2,000 elevation change and we start at
over 9,200 feet, go up over 11,000 and then drop back down to the lake at
just over 9,100 again so we decide to start out early on Tuesday morning so
we'll have lots of daylight to make camp and set-up. The parents know where
we are going, we have GPS, two cell phones that might work because of the
high elevation and enough food for five days even though we are going in
for three and we also have supplies in the car too.

Blake drives his Blazer and picks me up just like he did for the trip to
Denver almost two years ago now and I can't believe all that has happened
in that time. In some respects it feels like that trip was a month or two
ago, but in other it feels like a decade ago. There is no Marco lying
across my lap this time, but we still have on country music and this time
the four of us sing 'Beer For My Horses" at the top of our lungs as Blake
pulls out onto the I-25 heading south towards Rocky Mountains National
Park. An hour and half later as we are pulling in the Timber Lake Trailhead
parking lot we are just finishing off a lusty version of 'It's Five O'Clock
Somewhere'.

The day is cool still, the thermometer in Blake's car said 61 degrees when
we parked, but it is supposed to be a high of 80 today so we are feeling
good about getting an early start. We are each carrying about 60 pounds on
our packs. We grind for about forty five minutes to the first small bridge
that crosses Timber Creek and we stop to drink and draw some water out of
the creek. The trail is a steady climb that follows the creek and takes us
higher and higher. Our second stop is at Long Meadows and the view is so
gorgeous you just want to stop and stay here. The meadow is an incredible
verdant green with tall pines ringing it. You can hear the whisper of the
wind through the pines and the white clouds shift, seemingly just above in
azure skies. Marco is next to me breathing hard and it yanks me from here
to other times he's been beside me breathing hard. A stab of great regret
hits me that I wasn't able to make us work and now he is lost to someone
else. The second stab is that he is so happy. I know how incredibly selfish
that is. I don't really want him to be unhappy, I love him far too much for
that, but the irrational nagging is there.

"I wish I'd brought a football," Tony says as he comes up beside me
too. Spoken like a true quarterback.

"Great, just what I want to do at 10,000 feet, exert myself even more."

"Let's go ladies, we're burning daylight," Blake reminds us.

Well not really burning daylight since it still just past 9AM and at our
pace we should be making camp by noon, but it is time to move on. The climb
up continues, we pass the Jackstraw Campsite where a few tents are
scattered off the trail. Five minutes up from Jackstraw we turn a bend and
come nose to nose with two elk. I don't know who was more surprised, us or
them, but at 500 pounds or better with full racks, if they are surprised,
they aren't worried. Tony slips out his camera and snaps some pics. Against
my better judgment, I turn my back on the elk with Blake and Marco so Tony
can get them in the background. These must be Hollywood elk, because I
swear they looked and posed just as Tony snapped the pictures.

We push up the trail and they move off about twenty feet and just keep
grazing. After another hour of hard, steady climbing we come to the
Rockslide Campsite and as we make the turn up the last bend towards Timber
Lake the jagged peaks of the Continental Divide loom over us. The peaks are
bare and rough, no trees because it there is no place for soil to hang on
the steep rock. We snap a couple of photos and put on the auto shoot to get
one of all four of us.

Twenty minutes later we arrive at Timber Lake, 11,200 feet above sea level
and water so clean, clear and cold it would probably kill you in ten
minutes if you fell in. We hike around the far side where a glade is with a
strand of tall trees that we can use to shelter the wind. Unpacking is
pretty systematic. We hang the food in a bear bag first, well away from us
and high, then we set-up the tents, two two man tents, and then we assemble
our fishing poles.

Blake and I hike to the west side of the lake where it is shallow and the
trout come into the shallows to feed on mayflies, damselflies, and midges
and on the bugs like ants and beetles that get blown into the lake. An hour
of fishing yields us four, fat cutthroat trout. When we get back to camp,
Marco and Tony have the fire ring set-up and a low fire going with a
healthy supply of dry wood to stoke it when we have to. Blake and I take
the fish to the edge of the lake to gut and clean them, but before we go I
pull out my Ruger .480 Alaskan, a five shot revolver good enough to drop a
brown bear just in case the wind carries the scent of bloody trout to
unwelcome visitors.

Blake and I work steady for about for about ten minutes quietly and quickly
and soon two of the four trout are cleaned.

"This is cool, you know," Blake says quietly.

"What? Gutting fish?"

He snorts a laugh, "no doof, hanging with you, doing this stuff."

"Yeah, it is cool, that was why I suggested it."

Blake snaps his head up, "this was your idea? I thought it was Tony's."

I shake my head, "naw, it was mine, but I didn't know if you'd come if I
suggested it."

"Dude, why wouldn't I? You know I love spending time with you."

"I dunno, things have been different with us the last year since...  well
since you know."

"Oh," he says quietly, "Matt, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you to
finish and I shouldn't have touched you. I don't blame you for avoiding
me."

"What? Blake? I'm not avoiding you, I thought you were mad at me
for... for..." I stop because he knows what I mean.

"No dude, I'm totally cool that just happened and like whatever; I thought
you were mad at me."

I laugh, it starts out low and soft, but soon I am roaring, Blake looks at
me like I am a mad man, but he grins anyway. We finish gutting and cleaning
the trout and throw the entrails out to the middle of the lake where their
fellow trout will dine on their innards. High mountain lakes are nutrient
poor and the extra parts will help the eco-system. Back at the campsite
Tony has a skillet ready to fry the fillets.

"I've never heard two guys having so much gutting fish."

"Naw, it wasn't that, Blake told me about the time in 4th grade when the
high school guys threw you out of the locker room at the pool buck naked
and you ran around like a chicken with its head cutoff covering your cock
with one hand and all the girls were gawking."

Blake turns white as a ghost, Tony flushes, "oh man Blake, I can't believe
you told him that story."

Then Tony laughs, "it was pretty fucking funny though and it did get me my
first date with Tiffany Forster. Matt, did I ever tell you the story about
when Blake got diarrhea during the soccer game in 3rd grade?"

Blake moans, Marco laughs and Tony launches into the story. An hour later
we are lying back digesting a great meal and the boys have continued to
dish stories about their childhood misadventures. We decide to clean up the
cooking utensils and go for a hike further up the trail to scout for
tomorrow; we still have a few hours of daylight left. We climb the saddle
up above the lake, that is a climb up to about 11,500' and gives a clear
view of Mt. Ida, an imposing 12,844 feet peak that is our goal tomorrow.

Back in camp the sun is starting to dip behind the high peaks. It will be
light in Cheyenne for over another hour and half, but up here, we'll be in
pitch black in less than half that time. Marco stokes up the fire a little.

"Anyone want some tea?" I throw out to the boys.

"Tea?" Marco cocks his head.

"With a splash of peppermint schnapps of course."

I get a chorus of three yes's pretty fast at that. Night falls quickly, the
stars rise and the temperature drops. The hot tea with the schnapps is a
great way to end the day. We sit around the fire getting mellow.

"Who is in what tent?" Marco asks.

I've kind of been dreading this conversation ever since I proposed the trip
to Tony. Do I sleep with Marco as I have in the past or is that too
uncomfortable because he has a boyfriend now, do I sleep with Blake even
though we had the awkwardness over Stacy, although that is fixed now, it
would be totally weird to sleep with Tony since I never have before.

Tony speaks, first, "I dunno I assumed Blake and me in one tent and you and
Matt in the other. That is what we usually do, are you cool with that
Matt?"

I glance at Marco, "I'm cool, you Marco?"

Marco nods, even if it seems a little hesitantly.

Thirty minutes later we turn in. Marco and I crawl into our sleeping bags.

"I've missed you Matt, goodnight," he says just above a whisper as he
kisses me good night.

"I know babe, me too, g'night," and I kiss him back.

I wake early in the morning and it is crisp and clear, it feels good be
outside in my boxers in the 52 degree mountain air. I dress, brush my teeth
and start a breakfast of bacon and eggs from the supplies we packed in. I
also start hot water for coffee. The boys comes out of the tent at the
scent of the vittles.

A good breakfast in us and the utensils cleaned up we head up the trail
towards Mt. Ida. Two hours of a steep climb and we are standing on top of
Mt. Ida, huffing and puffing it has been worth the effort, the view is
spectacular in every direction we look. Fifteen minutes of picture taking
we are ready to start back down. The trip back down takes less than an hour
but we are sweating up a storm so we decide to brave the chilly water of
the lake. I strip down naked first and run to the lake and just flop in, it
is the only way to do it. It is like being stung by a thousand needles and
the water takes my breath away. Tony almost flops on top of me with Blake
landing on him and Marco landing on the both of them. We horse around and
dunk each other and wrestle in the water, totally ignoring the fact that we
are bare buck naked. Twenty minutes is about all we can stand so we come
plowing out of the icy, alpine water to an 80 degree day.

Blake laughs and yells at Tony, "oh my God dude, your dick hasn't been that
small since third grade."

And it is true, Tony with the 8" monster is shriveled and his balls have
retreated north, ditto for Marco, Blake and me. Tony looks down and
giggles.

"If I am back at third grade Burroughs, you are like Mrs. Jensen's
pre-school right now."

We go find some rocks by the shore to lie on, warm up and let things return
to normal. When we have warmed up, Marco and Tony go get their fishing
poles and they head off to fish for the trout today, Blake and I are in
charge of the cooking and clean-up, Tony and Marco are catching dinner. It
is another great meal and topped again by our peppermint schnapps.

The next day, our last, we trek up to Highest Lake, another hike that takes
us over 12,000' and back, swim some more and repeat our routine except
tonight, I pull out of the lake some vacuum packed rib eye steaks I've been
hiding, so instead of trout, we have steak. It is going great until the
first drops of rain hit us. We scramble to clean up before it gets worse,
we can feel the wind coming up, smell the moisture in the air. Storms come
up quickly in the Rockies since the clouds can hide behind the peaks. Just
as Marco is zipping the tent closed the storm hits with a fury. The rain
beats on our tent and the wind howls down the glade. The temperature has to
have dropped below 50 degrees too. Marco slides over next to me. He is
shivering, his bag isn't as well insulated as mine. It is bigger though.

"Marco, zip down and let me in."

Marco doesn't even protest. I slip in next to him and zip back up. His
whole body is quivering so I wrap my arms around him and pull him tight. He
spoons inside me and sighs. It feels great. It feels right. It feels
wrong. I fall asleep with Marco in my arms as the storm rages outside.

The storm subsides during the night, but when I wake I don't want to move
away from Marco it feels so good. Tony zips open our tent.

"Breakfast is almost ready."

I grin at him like I've been caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

"Blake and I did the same, that was a hell of a storm last night."

"Time to wake up Marco," I say quietly.

"I've been awake awhile, I just like this."

I sigh. What have I lost.

We cook the last of the eggs, Blake and Tony caught some more trout for
breakfast and some to take home to their parents. After we have breakfast
we clean up the campsite, break down the fire ring, drown the fire and bury
all traces of it. You'd never know we've been here.

The hike back to the car takes half the time of getting here because it is
all downhill. Timber Creek is swollen and the last bridge is under water a
little, we have to cross with the water over the top of our boots but it
isn't that bad. I love camping and hiking and being away, living off the
land, but when we get back to Blake's 4 by and 'I Love This Bar' comes on
the radio, it puts a big smile on my face and it hits me how lucky I am to
have these friends.

Blake drops me first, we are just finishing 'I Ain't Good As I once Was' as
he pulls in. I high five all the boys as I leave. It was a great four
days. I am just stepping out of the shower, a long, slow shower and the
phone is ringing. As I answer an unexpected voice greets me.

"Hey"

"Hey to you too."

"I really like camping and hiking and trout and all that but I really want
a Meat Lovers Pizza. Can I come over tonight?"

I smile to myself, "sure Blake, you can even spend the night if you want."

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

Life is good. Blake and I are back at a good relationship, our football
team is look sharp as can be. Yup, everything is great. Until our first
football game. Kelly Walsh just rips us up one side and down the other,
45-7. I've never lost a game that badly in my life and it just gets
worse. The next week Thompson Valley beats us 32-14 and the team is losing
that promise we thought we had just three weeks ago.

We finally right the ship against Green River, beating them 23-13 and
Evanston 20-7. The upcoming week we have Tony and his Cheyenne East team in
a crucial league showdown. Our swagger is back, we are starting to come
together and I know the stands are packed tonight with college coaches from
Colorado, Wyoming, Nevada and Idaho to look at Tony, Blake and a few more
of the guys on each team.

Tony makes us look like a Pop Warner team riddling our defense all night
throwing four TD passes and tacking on a field goal to beat us 31-7. We
have dropped to 2-3 and life looks bleak. We manage to bounce back though
and beat Rock Springs 41-6, Laramie in three overtimes 45-42, but then drop
our last game to Natrona 15-10. It is good enough though for us to limp in
the championship bracket as the runner-up in league behind Tony and
Cheyenne East.

Our first playoff game is against Laramie that it took three overtimes to
beat last time and we manage to top them in regulation this time,
27-20. Next we have Natrona who beat us just two weeks ago, but Blake comes
up big on defense and leads us to a 23-20 victory setting up a game for the
state championship against Cheyenne East who beat us like red headed step
children last time.

November 11 is a chilly night. A cool wind whips down the plain and it
could snow before the game is over, but for now it is holding off. Tony and
his teammates have been all over town this week acting as if this last game
is a mere formality and they are already the 5A State Champs in
football. Our boys, led by Blake think different. We take the opening
kickoff and march down the field to score and take a 7-0 lead. Tony tries
to answer, but the passes that couldn't miss earlier in the season are
being dropped left and right; it is like his receivers have olive oil on
their hands. We march again just as the first quarter ends and push across
the goal line to take a 14-0 lead. We are controlling the game, but you can
only hold Tony so long and he hits Sandy Duke with a swing pass that goes
for 40 yards and cuts our lead to 14-7 at half.

East gets the ball to start the second half and they take the ball and jam
it right down our throats with Tony scoring on a keeper from the 1 yard
line to tie us and 14-14. You can see some nervousness on our sidelines and
the offense can't do a thing with their first possession and after we punt
back to East, Tony has them on the move again. On the move that is until
Blake tags Gunnar Furst with a hit they could hear in Laramie and the ball
pops out. We recover on the East 48 yard line and that is all the
inspiration our offense needs to drive and grab a 21-14 lead.

Tony does his best to rally his team, but with Blake whipping up the
Central defense, we swarm them and stifle any offense they have. Sandy
takes a pitch out and heads to our sideline, but gets met by our
cornerback, Chris Conner, coming up and he hits Sandy in a de-cleater and
Sandy crumples to the field.  After an initial burst from the crowd they go
quiet as Sandy doesn't move. I am the first one to him and he is out cold,
his eyebrows are fluttering. I kneel down and undo his chin strap, our team
doctor is by my side now too. It takes the East coach and trainer another
20 seconds to get to us.

"I think he was out pretty hard coach," I say to the East coach as he
stands over us, but Sandy is starting to stir now. I back off and let the
trainer and doctor attend to Sandy.

"Damn that was a hit," he mutters in general, not necessarily to me,
"thanks for coming out Matt."

"You'd do it for our kids too John, Sandy is a good kid."

He nods in agreement.

After a minute Sandy is back to full consciousness and at two minutes is
back on his feet to the cheers of both sides and is leaving the field on
his own, but he still looks pretty shaky. I doubt he'll be back
tonight. That hits seems to take the last bit of fight out of East and
there isn't much fight left in them. We score once more, but miss the extra
point so the games ends 27-14 and a state championship for Cheyenne
Central. The team that had so much promise, but stumbled early comes
through in the end. I am greeting the Central parents who are happy beyond
belief and Tony Sr. and Nancy find me too and give me a hug and a sincere
congratulations. The Duke's find me too and really thank me for the concern
over Sandy. Jack and Norma are over the moon, especially Jack.

"Thanks for all you've taught Blaker Matt, he would never have been this
good if he'd stayed at East."

Norma rolls her eyes, "Thanks Matt for getting Blake to study so he can
actually go to college."

My parents find me on the field, they drove down from Sheridan for the
game, and sat with Jack and Norma in the stands.

"Great game honey," my mom says as she pecks me on the cheek. "You too
Blake, you played great, you looked like Matt six years ago."

Blake has walked up and grins shyly at my mother's praise.

"Thanks Mrs. Kendrick, that means a lot actually."

My parents rejoin the Burroughs, but before they head over to the parents
party they say hello to Tony and the Palatzo's. We are all going over to
the Palatzo's on Sunday for dinner before my folks head back up to Sheridan
on Monday morning. It should be an interesting meal with Marco and Blake
around my parents.

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

Wrestling is in full swing now with football over. I don't have time to go
home for Thanksgiving because we have a tournament so the Palatzo's have me
over for dinner. Jack and Blake come over after dinner and all the men sit
in the den, drink beer and watch football while Norma, Nancy and the ladies
sip wine in the kitchen doing what women do when the men are watching
football.

Blake and I are back to hanging out more again. He broke up with Shelly
just after football and has still been tight lipped about her and why they
broke up. He just shrugs and says 'you know, just no chemistry' when I ask
and I don't press too much more. Also back is our sexually charged banter,
the 'you suck', 'you wish', 'bite me', 'it's too small to bite' and so
on. It is kidding, but I also feel a current flowing just below the
surface. And then I push it one step further. The guarantee. Maybe it was
just bullshit banter like we always do or maybe I really wanted it to go
this way, but anyways, I said it.

"What are you doing tonight," Blake wanted to know that Friday night in
January, "I fuckin' need some action, you have plans for getting any?
Otherwise I need to call up one of them hoochie mama's from school."

"Come out with me Blake and I guarantee you'll get some action."

"You getting' me laid tonight?" his grin is wicked.

"I can't promise you'll get laid, but I can guarantee ya to get a blow job
at least." There it was I guaranteed him a blow job, now how could I
deliver?

 "Wow, a guarantee, you are pretty cocky cowboy. Okay, I'll hang with you
but I'm holding you to your guarantee."

Blake picks me up and we hit all the usual places where we can pick up
girls and nothing is panning out.

"You better put on your chap stick Kendrick, looks like you're my bitch
tonight."

"Bah," and I take out my phone and text a message. Score! I get the
response.

I direct Blake to an apartment complex over by Walmart and when the door
swings open, I see his eyes. I am not sure if it is panic or defeat, but
standing there in the doorway is Stacy the slut. We go in and as she goes
to get us a couple of beers, Blake hisses, 'this is so cheatin'. I just
grin as Stacy settles in between us and starts rubbing my thigh. Two beers
later Stacy excuses herself and disappears down the hall and I am pretty
sure the guarantee is going to pay off.

"Matt," she calls from down the hallway, "can you come here a sec?"

When I turn the corner into her bedroom she is topless and she pretty much
attacks me, pulling her into me and trying to stick her tongue down my
throat.

"Hey, let's Blake in here too," I say to her.

"No, I just want you."

"We can't leave him out there."

"Yes, we can," as she starts to fumble unbuttoning my Wrangler jeans.

And it hits me like a ton of bricks I really don't want anything to do with
her, I'd rather just be with Blake.

"No, we can't," and I step away from her, rebutton my jeans, and head down
the hall, "c'mon Blake, let's go."

"Matt!" Stacy yells and come out of the bedroom topless and only in panties
now, "okay, come on we all can."

But Blake and I are already out the door headed to his Blazer. We are in
the 4by when Blake turns to me.

"I need to sober up a bit more, where can we go?"

"Go to Kiwanis Lake, it is just a few blocks away."

Blake drives the half mile to Kiwanis Lake and drives down the dark roads
until we are actually just behind Lake Absarraca in the trees. He turns off
his car and cracks the windows a little and lies back. We sit like that for
about five minutes, quiet, just the sound of our breathing.

"What happened back there, it looked like you had your guarantee met."

"Yeah, I just decided she is too skanky."

We sit quietly another minute.

"So what happens to your guarantee now?" Blake asks quietly.

"Well I'm your last possibility bitch," there, I said it. It is out there
now.

"Better start sucking then," is his breathless answer.

"You whip out that tiny thing and I'll suck it if I can find it."

This is the type of banter we've done before. I can hear his breathing
picking up. There is no snappy come back this time. Instead I hear a snap
being undone and a zipper. I look over and Blake is reaching in his boxers
and pulling a hard cock out.

It is out and he moves his hands away. This is it. I've dreamed and jacked
off thinking about this for four years now and there it is. Blake is a
little buzzed. What will he think when he is stone cold sober? What the
hell, he whipped it out. I lower my mouth down over him and take Blake into
my mouth for the first time. I smell his musk and feel the heat radiating
off his dick. My lips slip over a big purple head and all the way down his
shaft to his boxers. 'Shit' escapes Blake's lips and I start back up and
lick around the rim of his crown. There is a little pre-cum on the tip that
I flick away with my tongue and that causes his cock to jump. I wrap my
hand around it and start a slow bob on it. Blake's right hand rests in my
hair. I am on my fifth or sixth bob down when Blake stops me.

"No....  Matt....  Stop......" and he lifts me off his cock.

"Blake.... I...."

"Not now," and he does up his jeans and starts the car.

Fuck, I knew I pushed it too far. It was all good fun and funny banter, but
it got too real and Blake didn't know it was real, he thought we were just
horsing around, joshing. We drive back to my place and all the way back I
am praying that Blake and I can still be friends, that he won't push me
away. That would hurt too much. I can't believe I fucked up this friendship
by letting my imagination get the better of me.

Blake pulls into my complex and I get out.

"Blake.... Blake.... I"

"Shut up," he says and turns off his truck, gets out and starts walking to
my apartment.

I follow, more confused than ever. He steps aside to let me unlock the
door. We step inside and as I close the door Blake pushes me against it.

"I don't want you to finish this if you are going to hate me or ignore me
tomorrow. Not like last time, I can't lose you again. I'd rather have you
as my friend then all the blow jobs in the world.

Blake's eyes that are normally are a pale blue look two shades darker and
wild and intense. I grab his two wrists that have me pinned and push his
arms down and behind him as I step into him and touch my lips to his
lightly. I feel him collapse his weight into me pushing us back against the
wall.

"I've wanted to do that," I pause, "and the other thing since that first
week in Kyle Bunch's class Blake."

"Oh God Matt I think I did too. Why has this taken so long?"

"Let's ask that question later."

I kiss him again gently, brush my lips on his, I can feel stubble above his
lip. Gentle isn't on Blake's mind though. He drives his tongue into my
mouth and brings his bulk against me pressing me into the wall.

"Not here tiger, let's move this party."

He backs his weight off me and grins guiltily and lets me lead him to the
bedroom. At the foot of my bed we pause and I start to unsnap his Alexander
Julian plaid shirt and I nuzzle my nose in his neck. Blake sighs and rocks
his head back giving me access to his neck so I start to nibble. He steps
in closer, but so close that we topple back on to the bed, although I'm not
sure that wasn't the idea the whole time.

His shirt undone, I pull it up and out of his jeans, pulling it and the
white t-shirt, up and over his head. As cute as I thought Blake's body was
when I first saw it, I like this one better. He isn't a 5'6", 113 pound 8th
grader on the verge of manhood, he is a 6'1", 185 pound hunk of man two
weeks past his 18th birthday. His chest is well developed and muscular with
traces of his brown hair sparsely distributed. He has washboard abdominals
ending in a deep v-cut that plunges into his Wanglers. I run my thumps up
his abs to his chest and linger on his nipples that are the size of
quarters. Blake moans a little while kissing me and yanks my Polo knit up
and off so he can caress my chest too.

With my shirt off and me rubbing his pecs, Blake starts to undo my belt
with the Frontier Days buckle and then unbutton my jeans; that accomplished
he breaks our kisses long enough to slide them off leaving me only in
boxers. He stands and sheds his jeans, dropping them on the floor where he
discarded mine. His boxers are tenting and he lies back down on top of me,
in between my legs, the thin layer of two cotton boxers separating our
erections, straining to get out. Blake grinds down into me and I thrust up
into him. The kissing lasts for five, ten minutes, I can't keep track,
there is a wind storm happening in my head blowing all reason and caution
away. I am kissing Blake and I love it.

I roll Blake to his back so I can pick back up where I left off thirty
minutes ago. I don't bother with my usual kissing down the chest
etc. routine, I am too keyed up to be patient. A quick lick around the
purple head before I take him full in my mouth and start an intense
bobbing, pausing at the top occasionally to concentrate on the tip and
slit. I work him over for about fifteen minutes and he seems to be in a
different place and plane, his eyes look like he is lost in ecstasy. As I
think he is getting close he pushes my head up and spins his body to match
mine, latches onto my boxers and whisks them off me and positions himself
under me so he can take me in his mouth. I can't believe the intensity of
feeling as his warm mouth envelops my shaft. This is Blake. My dick is in
his mouth. I sigh and go back to working on him but at a slower pace so I
can catch up to where he is.

It doesn't take me long given the state I was already in and within five
minutes I know I could go at any time so I pick up my pace on Blake and
pull out all my best techniques, really concentrating on the head since
that is where the most sensitive areas are. I am about to shoot when I feel
Blake releasing into my mouth so that triggers an immediate reaction in me
and I explode in his throat, he swallows gamely to keep up and now he
squirms as he peters out and I keep up the licking on his sensitive places.

I am totally spent too so I withdraw from Blake's mouth and relent in my
assault of his cock. I reach down and pull him up to me. We are both
breathing hard and with my left hand on his chest I can feel his heart
beating a mile a minute. He snuggles into me and drapes a leg over mine.

A sigh breaks the silence, "Why didn't he do this four years ago Matt? Way
haven't we been doing this for four years?"

"I dunno, the timing didn't feel right, the situation didn't feel right. I
wasn't sure you wanted to. I wasn't sure I wanted to. I've been fighting
these feelings Blake. I can't fight them anymore. I don't want to fight
them anymore."

"I love you Matt, you know that don't you?"

"And I love you too Blake. I mean I've always loved you just like I love
Tony and Marco and Sandy and Tom, so many of you guys from Carey, but with
you there was always an extra dimension I couldn't put my finger on; a
dimension that scared me. I've wanted to explore it, but I didn't and now I
have and I am still scared."

"What are you scared of?"

"Jack and Norma, Tom and Laura, even Tony Sr. and Nancy; what will they all
think? Will they think I got this job to......"

"Matt, don't even say it, don't think it. My parents love you, they've seen
what you've done for me. I am practically straight "A's" now, all-state in
football and will be going to a good university. And it isn't like we need
to tell anyone anything any time soon."

"I suppose."

We are quiet another five minutes.

"Matt?"

"Mmm?" I mumble.

"Are you gonna fuck me?"

"You mean tonight? Now?"

"Yeah, as soon as you are ready."

"Are you sure Blakers? You've never done this before."

"I know, but please, Mattie. I want...., no, I need you to do this."

"If you are sure.... I am mean we don't have to and we can stop anytime."

"I'm sure, I've been sure since the 8th grade Matt."

I sit on my knees in between his legs, rub his rose softly with my finger
around the edges, spreading lube as I do.

He moans up at me. Lifts his legs up a little and further apart.

"Ah Mattie, yes, please."

His voice drips with intensity.

I lube up my erection and get it ready to go. Lube up Blake's ring piece
too. Spread it around the wrinkled skin and then inside. Finger him a
little to loosen him up. He is tense and tight.

"Relax a little Blake, get your breathing under control or I won't do
this."

I can feel the ring relax a bit, just surrender to me. One finger enters
easily, than two and finally three. I push up on my knees, take my butt off
my heels and connect with his bottom, pull him back toward me a little. My
cock is pointing the ceiling in an incredible state of arousal so I have to
push it back down to line it up. Blake's butt looks small and the hole even
smaller.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Fer God's sake, Mattie, just put it in. I am ready."

I start pushing it in an inch at a time. I want to keep everything nice and
slow. Blake pushes back involuntarily and stifles a cry of pain, but just
keeps pushing back into me. He's not stopping and I ease forward
too. Finally I get all the way down and stop, my pubis presses into his
ass. He squirms a little. His tunnel convulses, squeezes. The tightness is
almost painful to me, I can imagine how he feels. We stay there for a piece
until he's relaxed and the pain subsided, until he can stand me buried deep
inside him.

Blake nods for me to start pushing back and forth, thrusting in. I hold his
legs behind the knees, thrust up and in. I go in a little too far and
hard. He yelps.

"Blake?"

"Keep going, I'm fine."

I start pumping again. I start slow and build my speed until we both are
panting and moaning.

I lift his legs even higher and put my elbows behind his knees so I can
kiss him while I pump and slide.

He moans, either I'm hitting the spot just right or he is hurting. I can't
tell by the look on his face and his eyes are closed. Blake wraps his legs
around me, squeezes and grabs my ass with his hands.

I search his face for clues. His breaths are short and quick, low moans
fill the room. A band of sweat beads on his forehead, rolls down the side
of his head. His hair starts to dampen down onto his forehead. I still
can't tell if the look is agony or ecstasy, but he hasn't said stop so I
keep rocking. Sweat appears on my chest and forehead and drips down onto
Blake beneath me. I bend to kiss him again and his hands on my ass urge me
to go faster. His nails did in slightly as he pulls me roughly to him.

The pounding of my flesh to his is so loud and the moans from him louder
still I am sure neighbors three doors down can hear, but that doesn't slow
me. I am lost in the moment, lost in Blake.

The pace picks up as we build to the inevitable conclusion. I want this to
last forever and a day, but even as I think it, I know the end is near.

I want the world to go away. I want Blake and me to be the world. I want
this forever, me and him forever a part of each other. The world might be
different tomorrow, but for now he is my world and I am his.

"Blakers, I'm close, so close.

"Push faster, harder", he whimpers.

I straighten up and rock back so I can hit his spot. It must be working
because his bottom lip is quivering and he mewls.

A friendship on the edge of this for four years and now all those close
calls build into an intense finale. I pull some lube off my loin and grab
Blake's cock that is hard and pointed to his chin. He is still sensitive
from the blow job and it jumps at my touch, his chin juts up and that is
probably a good thing as ropes of cum hit his chin and neck where his lips
were seconds ago.

As his cock drains I feel the pressure building in me and then release. The
time warps into slow motion and I feel like I am floating above us and then
I crash back into real time.

"Oh fucking shit damn fuck oh gawd... oh gawd!"

I feel like I can't breathe. I've just run ten miles at 10,000 feet and
there is no oxygen in the room. I start to sit back and Blake won't let me.

"No, leave it."

So I leave my rapidly softening cock in him and lie on top. My sweat mixes
with his seed. My chest is heaving and he breathes lightly. Slowly I return
to the here and now. Our friendship has changed forever. What will it be
tomorrow in the light of day. Next week. When Blake goes off to college.

I leave that for then. This is now.

End of Chapter 15