Date: Sun, 25 Jul 2004 23:11:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: ladQVX
Subject: My Boy Matt (Beginnings)

All the usual disclaimers apply. If it's illegal for
you to read, leave. If you are below the legal age to
read this type of material, leave. This body of work
is a partial work of fiction. Although the events
listed have occured, the names of those involved have
been changed to protect their identities.


This story takes place almost a year after my
encounter with John. With life's natual ebb and flow,
when we experience "feasts" in our lives, we must
accept that there will also be famine. The year that
took place between my encounter with John and this
story, certainly illustrates that famine.

Just a few short weeks after John and I had our time
together, mother nature unleashed her wrath and as a
result, my residency at my first apartment came to an
abrupt end. During the summer of 1992, an F2 or F3
tornado swept through our town destroying many
structures. One of the hardest hit areas was the heart
of down town where I lived. As a result, the building
I lived in lost it's entire roof to the storm. When I
was finally able to get into my building, I discovered
a waterfall in my livingroom; pouring thousands of
gallons of water onto my belongings. It was a total
loss. As a result, I was forced to move back into my
parents house so I could regroup.

After about a year, I found myself able to finally get
back out on my own again. It was during my stay that I
realized how important my freedom had become. Those
that I had occasional and random sex with, had a
difficult time understanding why I wasn't able to hook
up with them as easily as I had in the past. So, I was
forced to resort to some of the same tactics that I
had to use when I was still in highschool.

Unfortunately, those who enjoyed my company in that
way, grew rather frustrated with my new set of rules,
and eventually sought there release elsewhere. I still
saw Matt once in awhile, but not nearly the way that
we both wanted to. I saw Jayme now and then and each
time we saw each other, our eyes confirmed our desire
to get together again. But I needed to wait!


When I finally did get a new apartment, I couldn't
wait to crack open that little black book of mine and
getting back to business. Much to my disappointment,
those that had enjoyed my company in the past, had
stopped waiting and hoping, so most of them took other
paths that didn't include me.

I got settled into my new apartment with all the
optimism that I would be able to recreate the
atmosphere that I had back in my first apartment.
Altough I was able to reprise some of those times,
some were never meant to be relived.

I was sitting at home one balmy spring night with my
bottle of Absolut meant to help me pass the time. I
left all the lights off in the apartment so the glow
of my television was my only source of light. My mind
was far away that night, thinking about the past that
seemed to bittersweet. I was startled when I heard a
knock at the door. As I opened the big wooden door,
two faced appeared before me. It was Jayme and his
step brother Dave. At first, the appearance of these
two left me with a feeling of suspicion. I can't
explain why I felt this way, but I honestly felt like
they were here to do harm to me. Since Jayme and I
hadn't seen each other in a long time, I could only
imagine that at some point, he began to feel guilty
about what we had done in the past and I feared he was
there to avenge himself upon me.

I cautiously asked them inside! The first few moments
I spent questioning them about why they were there. My
questions were met with cryptic answers. What I failed
to realize was that Matt had brought Jayme to me with
the intent of bringing him into our circle and now
perhaps Jayme was doing that very thing. The suspicion
quickly faded and all of us talked about the history
that existed between Jayme and I. I felt a little
awkward because Dave just seemed to sit there without
expression.

Nothing happened that night, it was getting late and
they knew they needed to go home. Apparently, Jayme's
family issued him an ultimatum that stipulated he was
to be home each night. If he did not comply with this
rule, he would be forced to leave and live on his own.
So, at around 11:30, the two of them left.

I'll admit, I had been a little horny through the hope
that we might have hooked up that night. I knew I
liked being with Jayme, and I also entertained the
thought of what being with Dave would have been like.

The next morning, I nursed a little headache and chose
to spend the day at home taking care of the things
that I had neglected the day before. The morning
turned to afternoon and then to evening and I found
myself pouring another cocktail from my big bottle of
Absolut. Like the night before, I fully anticipated a
quiet night and home and like the night before, there
was a knock at the door.

This time, when that big wooden door opened, there was
only one figure before me. It was Dave! I felt my
pulse quicken with the hope that he was hear to
satisfy his own curiosity. I invited him in and
offered him a drink. He quickly accepted. We spent the
next hour talking about random things. Then, with a
great pause, he asked, "So, do you and Jayme mess
around?" With that, I unloaded ever graphic detail
about my encounters with him.

Once I had filled his head with all of the graphic
details, I asked him why he wanted to know. He told me
that he had often heard about what went on between two
guys and was kind of curious about what it would be
like to experience it for himself. I told him that I
would be happy to show him what it was like. Before he
agreed, he listed some stipulations. He told me since
this was his first time doing this, he wanted to make
sure that I understood that should he become
uncomfortible with something, I would respect his
wishes; no questions asked. As hard as it was to
accept these conditions, I did so simply to have this
opportunity.

With that, we started to rub each other and took off
each other's clothes. I began to go down on him
immediately. Much to my surprise, despite employing
some of my best techniques, he never got an erection.
This didn't deter me for a moment. I was determined to
make this work at all costs.

Over the next couple of hours, Dave and I engaged in
many positions. I sucked him off, jerked him off,
licked his ass and even took turns trying to fuck each
other. As we approached the third hour of our
engagement, I finally decided to pull out all of the
stops. I knew I had to make this the very best
performance possible.

Our exploits took us to various parts of my apartment,
but eventually we found ourselves back in my bedroom.
I unleashed a blow job upon him like no other. Even
though Dave never achienved a quality erection, I kept
going.

During my award winning performance, Dave spoke up
saying, "Aw, fuck it!" The next thing I knew, his ever
flacid penis became hard as a rock in seconds. Then,
after a few minutes had passed, Dave unleashed an
orgasm that sent hot ropes of cum right down my
throat. At that point, I realize that not only was
this his first enounter with a man, this would also be
that moment in time where he lost his virginity.

After that night, Dave and I would never have sex
again. Instead, he chose to constantly rub his crotch
on me, rub my cock, and do a number of other things.
He placed himself under the assumption that we needed
him more than he needed us.

Eventually, I was forced to sit him down and explain
to him that his sexual advances were not welcome. I
went on to explain that unless he would be willing to
act upon these advances, I didn't want him to touch
me. This was a bitter pill for him to swallow. He was
hell-bent on having his cake and eat it too.