Date: Fri, 29 Sep 2006 22:40:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Craig <prowlin8@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer of Lust, Part 5

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Wow, it's been a long time!  I've been preoccupied with other things, but I
always intended to come back to this story.  Thanks for the great feedback
and encouragement all those months ago, and I hope you still enjoy the new
installments.

Let me know what you think:  prowlin8@yahoo.com .

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  S U M M E R    O F     L U S T ,   P A R T   F I V E
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Friday didn't arrive soon enough.  I was out the door early from work at
the first opportunity.  The weather was gorgeous, and would supposedly
remain that way for the rest of the weekend.  Plus I had agreed to meet
Matt at the gym and finally show him the ropes.

Matt.  What an interesting situation I had gotten myself into!  Despite the
potential to seriously blow up in my face, I couldn't deny that we had been
having some of the hottest sex I'd ever experienced.  And Matt himself was
undeniably sweet, sexy and...  And what?  I wasn't sure how far I was
willing to let this go.

My thoughts were on our incredible house guest all the way through downtown
and toward home.  I exited the train and walked a couple of blocks to the
local gym, enjoying the sun and light breeze.  As I entered the parking lot
I wasn't too surprised to find Matt parked near the entrance, perched on
the tailgate with the top down.  My pulse accelerated involuntarily as he
favored me with a broad grin that seemed to outshine the afternoon sun.

"There he is, right on time," he smiled, jumping down.  "Glad you could
make it out of there early."  He certainly had grown comfortable with my
Jeep.  I had to smile back.

"Are you kidding?" I replied.  "This is not a day to sit in the office.
Plus we should beat the after-work crowd."

He nodded, reaching for his bag.  "Lead on, master."

Matt was in admirably good shape already, which made working out with him
that much easier.  We hit a variety of machines, and I admired how Matt
really went all out.  Finally we hit the free weights, and I decided to
really pour it on and give Matt a show.  He seemed to enjoy watching me
work my biceps slowly.  I spotted him for a set of bench presses, and he
managed to do remarkably well right off the bat.

"Nice, Matt," I told him as we headed off to the locker room.  "You really
went for it out there."

He smiled almost shyly.  "I try."

"Wouldn't take you long at all to really build yourself out at this rate,"
I said, stopping briefly to appraise him.  "Not that you really need to."

"I can see myself getting into it once I'm in school," he said.  That's
right, I was reminded, only a couple of weeks until Matt would be flying
off on a new adventure.  I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness.

"One thing though," I added as we reached our lockers.  "A really good
workout always gets me horned but good."

He laughed as he pulled off his shirt.  "I can see what you mean.  Not like
either one of us needs that excuse."

I felt myself actually blush a bit as I stripped down quickly and headed
into the shower area.

I slipped into one of the shower stalls and began to lather up.  The gym
had very small individual stalls with no door or curtains, so the situation
was semi-private at best.  I turned around just in time to see Matt behind
me, smiling as he attempted to step into the confined space.  Predictable
to the end!

"Get your own stall, crazy kid," I grinned, pushing him back outside.
There weren't as many people around as there would be in another hour or
so, but there was still too much traffic for my tastes.

Unimpressed, Matt walked across and entered the stall directly opposite
mine, turning to face me as he turned on the water.  I shook my head at his
brazen display.  Still, I couldn't help but watch as he began stroking his
stirring manhood as he smiled over at me.  Once his own actions began to do
a number on my own groin, I shrugged and took up the challenge, stroking
myself to full erection as I watched him across the narrow hallway,
stopping for the occasional passerby.  Matt was also fully hard now,
lathering his rod and pumping it lewdly as his eyes remained glued to my
own jacking hand.

I rubbed a hand across my furry chest and reached for a hard nipple as I
continued pumping with my other fist, gaining momentum as I watched Matt's
own excitement increase.  He reached underneath his shaft to cup his own
balls as he continued to stroke, now thrusting his shaft through his soaped
fist with deliberate movements of his hips.  He looked so hot there in the
steam from the beating water that I stopped my own jerking for a few
moments and admired the view.  Then I began to pump with renewed gusto,
sensing that it was time for release.

Matt noticed the increased intensity of my strokes and picked up his own
pace, visibly gasping as he neared the end.  Then I heard him stifle a
groan as he turned, pointing his stiff rod into the spray of water as the
first shots of cream erupted from the head.  He threw his head back as he
continued to pump on his meat.  The sight alone was enough to carry from
the brink right over the edge, and with a grunt I felt that familiar
tugging sensation in my balls.  I hunched at the knees as I came, sending
ribbons of sperm into the cascading water.  The feeling was incredible!

By the time I had rinsed off and reached for my towel, Matt was on his way
toward the steamroom.  I was pretty much ready to head home, but supposed a
little steam wouldn't hurt.  I followed Matt toward the back of the room
and sat down, barely able to make out another figure who nodded as we
passed by.  Oh well, no crazy stunts in here, I thought to myself.  I
closed my eyes and leaned back on my arms, enjoying the thick heat.

I'm not even sure how long I stayed like that, relaxing more and more with
each passing moment.  When I finally looked up, brushing the sweat from my
face and turning to see how Matt was doing, I gasped out loud in surprise.
My young pal had removed his towel and was sporting a full-fledged hard-on!
Not only that, but I quickly realized that he was putting on a show for the
benefit of our neighbor, who had moved closer to Matt and removed his own
towel.  I could just make out his form through the steam but he was clearly
enjoying the show, and putting on one of his own as he stroked lazily.
Matt glanced over at me and grinned.  The surprise must have been visible
on my face.

"Shameless," I whispered, which made him chuckle out loud.  Despite
unloading in the shower only a short time before, I couldn't help but feel
myself respond to this undeniably hot scene.  This boy certainly knew how
to make me feel like a horny teenager again.

Matt shifted beside me and I felt my own towel being tugged insistently.
Giving in, I sighed and scooted forward, allowing him to remove it and
expose own cock as it gradually crawled up my leg.  With that, Matt
returned his attention to our friend, who had moved even closer on his
other side.  I could now make out his lean, wiry frame and rock-hard prick
waving before him.  Not bad at all.

As I stroked myself to hardness, Matt reached out and began stroking his
newfound friend.  I heard him groan softly at the contact, and glanced
nervously toward the door of the steamroom. It wouldn't be long before this
place really started getting busy.  The others, however, didn't seem fazed
in the least.

I turned back just in time to see Matt get up and kneel down in front of
the other man, who spread his legs and leaned back on the shelf.  I shook
my head and laughed to myself as Matt's head disappeared into his admirer's
lap.  A louder groan escaped his lips this time as he felt the full force
of Matt's hot, eager mouth.  I knew firsthand just how irresistable that
sensation was.  Our new friend turned toward me and motioned me closer
through the steam.  I hesitated for only a few seconds before my now raging
hard-on took control of my senses.  I sat down next the other man and
smiled back at him, reaching down to ruffle Matt's hair with my hand as he
bobbed up and down on a new piece of meat.  Though I felt a slight twinge
of jealousy, it was undeniably hot to be experiencing this together.

The other guy reached for my erection, squeezing it in his hand.  "Nice,"
he breathed, and began jacking me slowly as Matt continued to suck him.  I
breathed in lungfulls of steam as he worked my rigid boner for a few
minutes.  Then he reached down and pulled his own cock out of Matt's mouth,
guiding Matt to my own hard-on with a forceful hand on the back of his
head.  I couldn't help but groan myself as I felt the familiar wet
sensation of Matt's sweet lips enveloping my fat head as his tongue worked
across it. Our new playmate pushed him down and he swallowed more of my
dick, then started bobbing happily.  I could never get tired of that
feeling.

After a few moments of frantic sucking, Matt withdrew from my now-slick
boner and went down on our friend again, causing him to groan and pump his
hips lewdly.  His hand reached out for my furry chest, squeezing a hard
nipple between his fingers as he continued to thrust slowly.

He looked up at me and smiled.  "Fuck his ass!" he hissed through the
steam, dropping his hands to both sides of Matt's bobbing head.

This situation made for a hot quickie, but I wasn't so sure that we should
be dragging this out much longer.  Nevertheless, I got up and kneeled
behind Matt's own kneeling form, pulling him back until he was on all
fours.  He paused his frantic sucking long enough to push his smooth ass
back against me, capturing my raging hard-on between my own belly and his
hot crack.  I groaned as he squeezed his firm young buns against my hard
dick, and began rubbing it back and forth as he returned his attention to
the other hard-on in front of him.

The instense heat and Matt's teasing made me wild with lust. I pulled back
and grabbed his legs in both hands, pulling them farther apart for better
access to his tight hole.  I heard his muffled groan as I worked a finger
up his tight backside, twisting it slightly as I buried it inside.

Just then I heard the click of the door and made out the outline of another
figure at the entrance.  He stopped short for a second, then turned away,
obviously embarrassed.  I heard the door slam shut behind him.

"Damn," I hissed, quickly getting up to my feet.  Our friend withdrew from
Matt's mouth, jacking himself furiously.  "Almost there," he hissed as he
continued to pump.  Matt reached for his balls and pulled on them as the
other man grunted, firing a volley of cum against Matt's smooth chest.  He
pumped another large load across Matt's shoulder as I reached down for his
arm and forcibly pulled him to his feet.  He was still basking in his
orgasm as I grabbed our towels and headed for the door.

I held my damp towel over my hard-on as I quickly moved back toward the
shower stalls.  Matt followed quickly behind me, giggling softly.  "Spoil
sport," he teased softly as we edged toward an empty locker bench.

"You damn nut," I laughed, draping an arm across his shoulders.  "That man
might complain to the office."

"Yeah, but come on," he said, grinning.  "That was fuckin' hot!"

I nodded, wrapping my towel around my waist again.  "Sure was, but you're
not the one who has to come back here on a regular basis."

"True," he said, and a momentary cloud passed over his features before he
grinned at me again, glancing down at the enormous tent in the towel around
my waist.  "Well, no way you're walking out of here like that," he
chuckled.

I had to smile back.  "And who's fault is that, I wonder?"

I was tempted to get the little tease to finish me off in the shower, but
that was only semi-private at best.  Anyone wandering through was liable to
get an eyefull.  Then inspiration hit and I grinned, grabbing his arm and
dragging him with me.

"Where are we going?" he asked, a flicker of excitement in his eyes.

"To finish up," I said simply, leading him away from the lockers and toward
the bathroom stalls.

"I see," he said, smiling.  I let go of him as we approached a couple of
new arrivals, and he headed into one of the large stalls.  I waited for the
others to pass by into the locker area, then followed him in, shutting the
door behind me.  The stalls were well isolated, with walls from low on the
floor to well above our heads.  Perfect.

Matt sat down on the toilet as I turned to latch the door.  By the time I
turned to face him he had my towel off and his face was in my crotch and
tonguing my furry ball sack.  Damn, he certainly knew how to make me feel
good.  I placed a hand in his hair as he began jacking his own hard-on.

"Better make this quick," I grunted.  He smiled up at me, apparently taking
this as a challenge.  My wet balls fell from his lips and he swallowed the
first few inches of my swollen dick, pausing only for a second before
stuffing more meat into his mouth.  I knew I wouldn't have to worry about
lasting long this way!  He locked eyes with me as he swallowed more and
then began to saw back and forth on my shaft.  God, he looked so hot,
sitting there with his face stuffed full of hard dick, his smooth skin
still flushed from the heat of the steamroom, his dark hair matted against
his forehead.  I gently thrust my hips to meet his own movements, and his
hands came up to clasp onto my ass as he really went to town on my hard
cock, pumping his own cock as he worked away.  He appeared to be enjoying
this as much as I was.  Almost.

When Matt decided I was going to come, there wasn't much I could do to
fight it.  After only about five minutes of his fierce, relentless sucking,
I felt my balls tighten and get ready for release.  I suppressed a groan as
the first load landed in his hot mouth, holding onto his head as I fed him
two or three more instense spurts.  He swallowed greedily, draining my
balls but good before releasing my spent member from his hot lips.  I
reached down and lifted him to his feet as he continued to beat his own
meat, obviously nearing the point of no return himself.  I leaned in close
just in time to catch his first spurt on my stomach, reaching to cup his
balls as he leaned into my shoulder, grunting softly.  I held his head
against my neck as he erupted against me.  Hot!

As his orgasm subsided, he lifted his head, looking into my eyes for a
moment before glancing away shyly.  I almost had to laugh at the
contradiction, but somehow he made it seem adorable.  Reaching for his
towel, he rubbed it across my abdomen, removing the traces of his lust.

I was feeling pretty satisfied both physically and mentally as we piled
back into the Jeep.  Call it the happy exhaustion of a good workout that
really leaves you feeling like you've really spent yourself.  Matt looked
hotter than ever, flushed with the afterglow of a good going-over.  I could
barely tear my eyes off of him and keep them on the road ahead.

We picked up some food and headed to a local outdoor hangout, a hill with a
decent view of the surrounding area.  This seemed to be turning into an
unusually balmy evening, so it really felt like a shame to head back home
so early.  Plus -- might as well be honest -- I wasn't quite ready to
relinquish Matt to his brother again.

We climbed into the back with the top still down, hanging out the tailgate
as we ate and soaked in the view.  We had reached the point where we could
simply hang out and enjoy each other's company without the need for
constant banter.  Eventually, Matt broke the silence.

"So that girl, Julie," he began haltingly.

"What about her?"  I was amused and wondering where this was headed.

"You like her?"

I studied him for a moment, but his expression was hard to read.  "Sure I
do.  She's nice enough."  I grinned to myself; I wasn't letting him off
that easily.

"Figured.  She's pretty good looking," he said noncommittally.

I sighed, leaning back and resting on my palms behind me, enjoying the
slight breeze that had just arrived.  "Well, I like lots of people, Matt,"
I finally said.  "I suppose Dan and Anne wish that maybe I liked her a bit
more than that."

He looked at me, chewing on his lower lip, then turned away.  "But you
don't?"

I punched him lightly on the arm, trying to regain his attention.  "What
exactly are you getting at, young man?"

He smiled a little, gazing out at the waning sunset.  Another hour and it
would probably be cool enough for a jacket.  "I don't know," he said
quietly.  "It's just... there's what people expect from you... and what you
want for yourself.  I mean, it's so much easier... hell, even
expected... to hook up with a girl, you know?  But to have a... well, a
relationship with another guy..."

"Yeah.  I guess you just have to decide who it is you're living for," I
replied.

He grinned at that, favoring me with those piercing eyes.  "Right, that
sounds so easy.  But you wouldn't exactly ever... you know, *be* with a
man, Mr. Navy."

I had to chuckle softly at that, and draped an arm affectionately over his
shoulders as he shivered.  "You have a lot to learn about the armed forces,
kiddo.

"You mean you've been with a man?" he asked, leaning into my sudden
embrace.

I considered him for a moment.  "Well...  When "Don't ask don't tell" is
drilled into your brain, I guess it's not so cut and dried.  But that's in
the past now.  I have no problem with who I am, but I don't go out of my
way to flaunt it.  Still, if I met the right guy... I don't think I'd have
a problem with everyone knowing it."

He was nestled against me now, and it feel fucking great.  I nudged him
playfully.  "What about you, jock boy?" I smiled.  "Would you lay it on the
line for the right man?"

I could feel his breath on me as he looked up into my eyes.  God, that
dangerous look again.  "I guess I'll find out when it happens," he
practically whispered.

So there I was, in the evening with the top down and this beautiful boy
fitting perfectly into me, gazing up with all the hope of untested youth.
There was no way I was letting those full, sensuous lips escape this time.
I leaned in suddenly, matching his pursed lips with my own, kissing him
forcefully yet as tender as I could manage given the circumstances.  He
froze for one indecisive moment; then, his arms were around me and the kiss
was returned, urgently, even feverishly.  It was the type of connection
with another that cannot be planned or even fully anticipated, and it was
joy itself.

As with so many of our other encounters, Matt's tentative nature soon gave
way to abandon.  He quickly grew more adventurous, pressing his tongue
insistently against my mouth.  I accepted it, reveling in the now-familiar
taste of him, then worked my way between his own lips.  If the sex I had
thus far indulged in with Matt was incredible, this was downright
unspeakable.  Never had I experienced this connection with someone else.
Once this hunger had risen to the surface, I realized that it had always
been there, and always would be... but rarely could it be satisfied in this
way.

We remained locked together until the sun had completely disappeared from
the sky.  We kissed, and kissed some more, and then Matt more or less
melted into my chest, resting against me in satisfaction.  I'm not sure how
long we remained like that, but eventually even the furnace of boyhood
against me couldn't keep out the night's chill.

"Let's head home," I whispered, nudging him upright once again.  We climbed
into the front seats and wound our way toward the lighs below, where our
townhouse awaited us.  And so did his brother.

As we worked our way toward home I felt Matt clutch my arm, then fold a
warm hand into my own.  He smiled briefly at me before leaning back into
the seat as I drove on.

"No promises, kid," I smiled.