Date: Thu, 29 Sep 2016 15:20:21 -0700
From: Spartan Johns <spartangayx@gmail.com>
Subject: Falling for John Chapter 5

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Falling for John Ch.5


I awoke the next day right before taking a pillow to the face.  "Mmmph!
Ughhh," Instantly feeling my pounding headache.  "I'm uppp," I grouchily
mumbled as I rolled over, light spilling in and blinding my blood shot
eyes.

"Haha, sorry, that was meant to hit ya before ya woke up," a voice said. I
looked expecting to see Matt, but it was John.

"Rise and shine! I don't care how hung-over the both of you are, you've got
a game to win today," he said opening the blinds.

I turned over and rubbed my achy eyes. Dang we drank last night. Didn't I
get a blow-job? Did Matt say he thinks his dad is gay?! Oh shit remember
his dad? I touched John's gorgeous ass last night.  I sighed to myself
reliving the moment, the sight of him in nothing but white briefs stretched
to capacity. I remember how his skin felt on my fingers, the outline of his
cock I almost grabbed a handful of. Thank god I didn't, that would've been
an awkward mess. I looked around but didn't see Matt anywhereÉ

"BLEEEEUUUGGGH!" The sound echoed through the room and startled me. Matt
was puking up a storm. Today was gonna be rough. Leaning against the bed
board I made eye contact with John who grinned and nodded towards the
bathroom. I laughed, coughing as he called to Matt, "Let it alllll out."
"You boys have a good time last night?" He said mockingly back at me
raising a sexy eyebrow. I just groaned and pulled a pillow on my face.

We lost the finals game. Turns out the rest of our team was about as
hung-over as Matt and I. Sloppy plays and delayed reactions were
obvious. 2nd at state wasn't bad for our school, so we weren't shaken about
the loss. But coach wasn't too happy with us.

"Come on guys! Not only did'ya let me down but you let yourselves down. You
coulda been going to nationals next week! ShitÉ.well at least you had a
good time," He said without a smile. I wondered if he was planning on
having Eric calm him down later.

"Sorry coach," we all mumbled. Nursing headaches we headed home.


John had Matt ride in the back again, though he complied this time, needing
to sleep more then anything. I was pretty wiped myself. But I wanted to
stay awake for a while and crash hard later.

Most of the ride was quiet. John asked me about the night and baseball
stuff. I learned more about him too. He was wearing a loose T-shirt and gym
sweats to drive home, but did he look as handsome as ever. Every once in a
while he would lift his butt and change legs positions giving me a variety
of angels to see his prominent bulge. Catching a glimpse when he shifted or
adjusted was mesmerizing seeing his junk roll in his sweats.

 It had been a few minutes of silence when Sheryl Crow's "Soak Up the Sun"
played on the 2000's station he'd been driving too.  "Ohhh man, this is one
of my favorites," John said as he smiled and tapped the steering wheel
along with the song.  "We used to beat this to death when it came out," He
reminisced.  John chuckled and started singing along when the chorus kicked
in. He had a pretty bad singing voice but I was enjoying it so I laughed
and sung along too, matching his talent.

"I'm gonna soak up the sun Gonna tell everyone To lighten up (I'm gonna
tell 'em that) I've got no one to blame For every time I feel lame I'm
looking upÉ."

The commercials started playing and we started laughing.  "That was
excellent!" John joked smiling. "We should tour with her."

I laughed, "Sold out shows across the US."

"Exactly."

He turned the radio volume down just a little shifted into neutral as we
began to head down an incline, coasting.  Then I watched as his hand slid
off the stick and landed on my lower left thigh squeezing my leg. My body
jolted to life at his touch. I held my breath.  John glanced down instantly
realizing where his hand was and yanked his hand back, swerving slightly on
the road.

"Oh shit. S-Sorry Clay! Must have reminded me of another time. Oof that was
awkward," His face was red as he grimaced. I tried to gather myself.

"Can we forget it?" He said nervously laughing a little.

"Haha course," I assured, knowing I would never forget. At this point I
wouldn't have minded if he left his hand there the whole ride home. It
frustrated me to be so attracted to someone I couldn't have or even
attracted at all, let alone to a dude twice my age. I closed my eyes and
turned up the radio to air out the tension.

I don't know how long we had been driving but we eventually pulled into a
rest stop off the freeway. I woke up from my snooze and got out needing to
take a leak, John and Matt must have already hit the bathroom as nobody was
in the car. I stretched a bit before trying to find the restroom. It was
really dark outside and I could only make out a dim lit building in front
of me. I made my way along one of the structures brick walls, moths
fluttered around the lights, but there seemed to be nothing else around. I
was turning the corner when I collided with another guy.

"Shit, sorry man," I said stumbling back a few steps against the wall, my
headache suddenly non-existent. Looking up I saw it was John I had bumped
into but he wasn't wearing a shirt, only faded jeans. The dim light barely
lit his face and cast shadows on his muscled torso. He stood there
breathing softly, his bare chest rising with each breath. I started to say
something but stopped as he walked towards me until his face was a few
inches from mine. My heart pounded as he reached out and rested a hand on
my waist. I shuddered as he touched me, confused, but enjoying every
second. Holding eye contact he let his hand slowly slide down my midsection
and hook under my shirt. He slowly leaned in next to my right ear. I let
out a small moan as he began to lightly bite my neck while he explored my
torso under my shirt.
	My eyes closed as I held my breath. Cautiously I wrapped my arms
around his wide upper back, pulling him closer, feeling his exposed
skin. My already granite cock fought at my fly, dying to meet the man it
wanted so badly. John ran his stubble across my neck right as he found my
nipples, another moan escaped me. My hands traveled down his back,
exploring his muscles until I reached the waist of his jeans. He still made
no noise as he bit my ear and let two fingers fall under my jeans slightly
grazing the top of my covered cock. I groaned, flexing my meat in pleasure
as I pushed my hands under his jeans. They explored his muscular ass as he
pulled on my shorts waistband before letting it snap back filling me with
lust. All the while he continued to kiss my neck, his hot breath sending
shivers down my body. Heating up I needed to explore what he had been
teasing me with this whole time. Flexing my arms I pulled on Johns ass
driving his groin right above mine. I gasped as I felt his barely
restrained manhood press against my torso. He grunted and drove it into me
hard, feeling bigger than I could have imagined. I needed to hold him in my
hands, feel his tool. He ground into me again lowering a little to collide
with my own bulge.

"Shit JohnÉ" I whispered as he drove me up against the wall. Precum
started to soak my shorts.

"Clay," he murmured. Running a hand through my hair. I groaned.

"Clay," he repeated, shaking my hair this time. I rolled my head back.

"Clay!"

My eyes flew open as my arms hit the passenger door.

Fuck. Had I been dreaming?

"Aye, you alright there buddy? Looks like you were having a pretty intense
dream," He asked kind of jokingly, shaking my hair one more time before
pulling his arm back. He was right about the intense part, looking down I
found I wouldn't need to tell him so.

My gym shorts did next to nothing when it came to hiding the 7-inch
throbbing pole underneath them. I panicked, fumbling for my sweatshirt
before covering my tent.

"Uhh sorryÉhah," I kind of mumbled out, still disoriented from waking
up. My face felt as red as a lobster.

"Haha don't apologize," John smirked. "Used to happen to me all the time,
still does. Sorry to wake ya up, looked like things were just starting to
get good!" He laughed bumping me in the shoulder. I let out a little laugh
and kept my sweatshirt covering my hard on, there was no way it was going
down anytime soon.

"Yeah, you could say that I guess," I answered, trying to seem more or less
okay with what was currently happening. I could only look at John for a
second without reliving my dream, feeling him kiss my neck, guide me up
against the wall, grinding his bigÐ

"I figured I better wake you up before things gotÉmessy," He grinned,
fucker seemed to be enjoying my torture. Remembering I had said his name in
my dream I nervously asked if I said anything.

"Nah, just some good old moanin," He teased again smiling. I was glad he
was making this as little awkward as he could.

"Shut-up," I smiled back, relief washing over me. I noticed John's own lap
seemed to be presenting a bigger mound than usual. Was he getting hard over
this? Maybe he actually was gayÉ

"H-Hey whats goin on? We there yet?" Matt asked waking up.

"Close," replied John.

I sat back and closed my eyes, giving anything to be back in my dream.



Thanks for reading again! I'm having too good of a time writing this
story. Apologies for the dream fake out, I couldn't help myself ; ) As
always let me know what you think!

-Spartan