Date: Sun, 5 Nov 2006 17:32:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Craig <prowlin8@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer of Lust, Part 7

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The tailgate issued a satisfyingly solid slam as it closed, the back of the
Jeep backed tight with our overnight bags.  I reached for my sunglasses as
I jumped into the driver's seat.  Matt was already buckled in on the
passenger's side.

"Let's go, old man, time's a wastin!" he grinned up at me through his own
shades.  His skin was practically glowing through his snug tank top and
board shorts.  I had to smile back.  A few weeks of working out and
enjoying the sun had really transformed this kid.

"Look at you, you're a California kid now," I chuckled.  "They won't even
let you back into...  wherever that backwoods place is that you call home."

"Yeah, well, when in Rome," he said, turning away.  I couldn't quite read
his expression under those impenetrable shades.  Instead I turned my
attention to the wheel, backing out onto the road and into a weekend of
adventure.

The past week had flown by at an incredible rate.  Ever since I had agreed
to play tour guide down the coast for my roomie's hot little brother, it
had become difficult to think of much else.  And now here we were, off on
our own.

Matt reached for the radio and cranked up a local alt-rock station as we
headed for the freeway.  The noise from the speakers and the wind whistling
through the canvas top was the only sound until we were well out of city
limits.  Abruptly, as the freeway turned from wall-to-wall cars to a
barren, nearly deserted landscape, Matt turned down the volume and jabbed
me lightly in the arm.

"I can't believe it," he laughed, turning toward me.

"What's that?"

"I've got you all to myself.  At least for awhile."  I felt a warm,
furnace-like hand encircle my own, clasping it firmly between us.

I smiled and squeezed back.  "That goes both ways, you know," I replied.
Damn, he was more irresistible by the day.

"Yeah, that's what I was hoping," he sighed.  He returned his attention to
the road ahead, but never released his grip on my own hand.  We rode that
way for the better part of an hour, until I reluctantly broke away to
downshift at an intersection.

"So where exactly are we going?" he asked as we turned onto a smaller
highway.

I shrugged. "You said you wanted to go down the coast.  And so we will.
Too vague for you?"

His infectious grin returned.  "Nah, that's perfect.  Just enough of a plan
to keep things interesting."

I envied him as we turned down the Pacific Coast Highway, remembering what
it was like to first witness the waves crashing against those cliffs.
After all my travels, it's still one of my favorite views.  We stopped
frequently to scale some rocks, take some pictures, even drink a beer or
two and enjoy the view when we reached one of the small towns that dotted
the coast.  By that afternoon we reached a turnoff at a lower elevation.  A
short jaunt down the rocks later and we were on the beach and wading into
the ocean.  We had finally reached the point at which the water began to
warm, and it felt really amazing rushing between my legs.


"Don't go too far out there, kiddo," I called out as I watched Matt
charging into the surf.  "You'd be amazed how far off course the tide can
carry you out here."  There were a few scattered souls around, but for the
most part we were fending for ourselves.

"Hmm, good thing I brought a Navy man with me then," he laughed.  "You
might have to drag me back to the beach, breathe some air into me.  I can
live with that."

I lunged forward, grabbing his arm firmly and pulling him back towards me.
"Don't need to drown yourself to get some of that," I grinned.  A rushing
wave pushed him back into me and he reached for my arm and shoulder.  I
reached an arm around his waist and pulled him even tighter to me.  He
didn't resist; in fact he grasped me even tighter, pushing his head into my
neck.  I felt his hair, matted with seaspray, brush against my chin, and
dipped down until my lips caught on his own.  He moaned almost
imperceptibly, parting them slightly as we shared a feverish kiss.  To this
day I can't find words for what drove me to possess this young man so
completely, but it sure felt damned good.

Eventually we waded back up onto the beach, treading sand with each step as
we made our way back toward the rocks.

"Hmmm, wet t-shirt," he said, eyeing me up and down.  "Very nice."

"Is this a contest?" I laughed, enjoying the cling of his clothes to his
own newly sculpted frame myself.

"Well, you still win that one hands down," he said almost shyly.  "But give
me another few months and we'll have a rematch."

"Talk is cheap, loverboy," I said, climbing back up to the parking lot
above.

"Damn," he laughed, wringing out his shirt and scraping his sandy feet on
the curb. "We're gonna make a damn mess of your Jeep."

"What, are you kidding me?" I said, jumping in over the half-door.  "That's
why I own the damned thing.  Just take a hose to the inside."

He smiled back and piled in beside me, reaching for the seatbelt as I
wheeled back out onto the road.

By sunset we were well starved and ready for a full sit-down meal.  We
stopped at a seaside place with seats right out over the beach.  I watched
with amusement as Matt virtually inhaled a plate of tacos the size of a
small boat.  I was putting away plenty myself, but at a much more leisurely
pace.

"Damn, you act like we've been starving you all week, Matt," I chuckled,
pouring another beer from our second pitcher of the evening.  The slight
chill in the air rippled over my skin in a not altogether unpleasant way.

Matt looked up from his nearly-polished meal long enough to give me That
Look, the one that never failed to send an electric charge straight through
my body.  "Well, in a way you have," he said simply, returning his
attention the plate.

I took a long swig and set down the glass.  I had a feeling I knew where
this was heading, and apparently so did the stirring monster in my shorts.
"Whatever do you mean?" I smirked.

I felt his leg brush past my own as he looked up again playfully.  "We've
put a few counties between us and my nosy brother," he said in a low,
conspiratorial tone.  "You've got no more excuses left, man."

"No excuses needed, kid.  Once we leave here, you're in serious trouble."
I returned his intense gaze, amused by the ear-to-ear grin that now split
his face.  I untangled my legs from his own under the table, slamming my
glass down.  "Now stop that or I'll be too embarrassed to get up and walk
out of here."

He laughed out loud, eagerly pushing away from the table.  We made our way
outside and down the street to a nearby motel along the beach.  Within
minutes we were piling into a room, dragging our wet and sandy belongings
with us.

No sooner was the door shut behind us than Matt pushed me back against it,
pressing the full length of his body against my own.  My own libido jumped
into high gear immediately at his insistent probing, reaching around him
for the sculpted globes of his cheeks.  We moaned together as our lips
found each other, practically melting into each other.  Awkwardly we surged
forward, unable to separate long enough to move away from the entrance.  A
few steps later we were falling onto one of the twin beds, collapsing in a
heap together as we kissed passionately for several more minutes.

I pulled back briefly, breathing hard as I drew his ear to my lips.  "Which
bed do you want?" I hissed.

He laughed underneath me, punching playfully at my stomach.  I gasped, only
half-pretending to be winded.  "I think that other one is going to go
pretty much unused tonight," he mumbled back, planting his mouth against my
neck.

I panted in response to Matt's urgency.  I was going to sleep with this
beautiful boy.  We were going to sleep together.  Despite our steady record
of amorous adventures over the past few weeks, the prospect seemed new and
thrilling.  Even in my overseas experiments with other horny guys, I had
ventured beyond quick encounters only with women.  Little did he know that
this evening was going to be as eye-opening for me as for him.

I peeled his damp shirt from his lean frame, marveling at his beauty in the
dim light escaping through the drawn shades.  I dipped my head to encircle
a hardened nipple with my tongue and lips, drawing a moan from him as he
weaved a hand through my short hair. His skin tasted wonderful, tinged with
the brine of his sweat and the ocean.  I wanted more.  Trailing my tongue
across his smooth chest to the other nipple, I felt a slight shiver run up
my spine as he pulled my own shirt up my back.  I removed my mouth from his
chest long enough to allow him to yank the shirt over my head, and he flung
it into the darkness as I returned to the task at hand.

I pulled away, breathing heavily as I leaned above him; those warm hands
encircled my arms on either side of him, snaking their way up my biceps.  I
groaned at his gentle exploration.  We remained frozen like this for what
seemed like hours, until the steady throbbing between my legs could no
longer be ignored.  Matt stared down into my shorts and then up into my
eyes, burning with hunger.

"Give it to me," he whispered, barely audible.  As I stood up and roughly
yanked my shorts down to my ankles, my rock-hard cock sprang up to meet me.
I was already as hard as steel and aching for release.

"Yeah?  This what you want?" I breathed, excited by Matt's own eagerness.
He nodded violently as he watched my stiff prick bound against my stomach.
"Is it?" I insisted, more demanding this time.

"Fuck yeah," he managed, choked with lust.  "Give me that fuckin' thing.
Give it to me good, man."

He reached down and grabbed my stiff dick in an urgent grip as I groaned,
stepping out of my shorts.  We had both been waiting for this for days, and
were both too excited for this to last very long.  Better to get this over
with and save the lovemaking for a later round.

He let out a grasp as I reached for his waist, roughly pushing him over
onto his stomach.  Grabbing his waistband, I forced his shorts down and off
in one violent tug.  Immediately my hands were roaming across that smooth,
firm young ass, kneading his cheeks.  Matt's loud groan startled us both
after the previous silence.  I parted those muscular globes, kneeling down
on the floor and planting my face between them.

"Oh, shit," Matt cried as my tongue made contact with his hot hole.  He
squirmed against me as I wet him down, working my way forward.  He began
urging me on with a stream of rough curses; it was quite a turn-on to
witness the transformation of this clean-cut, All-American jock boy into a
throbbing sex maniac.

"Come on, god damn it!" he urged through clenched teeth.  Who was I to
disobey?  I pushed him further up the mattress and got up and kneeled
between his legs, pushing my leaking cock head between those sweet
buttocks.

"Yeah, I've got what you want, you hot little fucker," I grunted, enjoying
the dirty talk.  Matt's reply was cut short and became a sharp gasp as I
shoved the head of my fat cut dick up into his tight, smooth hole.  His
muffled groaning motivated me to wedge more of my meat up inside him.  What
a treat!  I gritted my teeth as I leaned forward on my fists, mounting his
ass and pinning him into the bedspread.  There was no stopping me now.  No
sooner had I buried most of my pole up his backside than I began a series
of short, sharp jabs with my abdomen, dragging the head back and forth
across his prostate.  Matt cried out, and I moaned along with him as I
picked up speed.  He reached beneath us to pump his own rock-hard cock a
few times, erupting onto the bedding.  I groaned as he clenched me hard
with his orgasm, forcing a round of juice from my own tortured ballsack.  I
eased out as the orgasm overtook me, busting the rest of my hard nut across
his firm young ass and legs.

Gasping, I fell on top of him, crushing him with my own weight.  He didn't
seem to mind.  I found his ear with my mouth as my juice spread between us,
bonding us together.

We fell asleep entwined together, drifting into the peaceful sleep of the
satiated.  I awoke a couple of hours later with Matt nuzzled against my
chest.  I brought my lips to the top of his head, kissing him lightly.  I
felt his eyelashes flutter against my chest and he looked up at me.

"Goddamn, we're a mess," he laughed softly.  I laughed with him, squeezing
him to me.  Eventually we moved into the shower to wipe away the evidence
of our initial, violent fuck.  He kissed me urgently as I fingered his
sweet hole under the steaming water.

"Hmm, where'd you learn to be such a stud?" he asked, tugging gently on my
furry chest.

"Takes practice," I laughed.  "In fact, I think it's time you started
studying, school boy."

He blinked at me under the hot stream.  "What do you mean?"

I reached for his hand, pulling it behind me to rest on my own wet
buttocks.  "You've got some catching up to do," I grinned, looking into his
widening eyes.

"I-- you want me to... f-fuck you?"

I had to smile at the way he fumbled with the words he can be screaming out
not long ago.  "Do you want to?" I asked, my heart suddenly beating so hard
it throbbed in my ears.  I had been penetrated a time or two before, but
didn't find the rough, quick encounters very satisfying.  I had a feeling
things would be quite different with my eager young lover.

He leaned in closer, pressing his cock against my own as he pushed his hand
between my tightened cheeks.  I felt a tentative finger probe at my opening
and grunted.

"I'll take that as a yes.  Careful now."  He continued his cautious
exploration as I turned slowly, leaning my forearms against the shower wall
and facing away from him.  I heard a sharp intake of breath as he stepped
closer, shoving a digit inside me.  The head of his expanding cock brushed
against my ass as he pressed onward.  He became more insistent, loosening
me as the water relentlessly poured between us.  Eventually I took his hand
and led him back to the bed, dripping a trail as we walked.

I propped myself up on my elbows as Matt kneeled behind me, trailing his
now stiff dick across my buttocks.  I held my breath as his legs pressed
firmly up against me, wedging his penis into the crack.  He rubbed it back
and forth a few times before pushing the head up against my tight opening.

I had to smile to myself at the care he was taking, gingerly probing his
way between my legs.  I had no doubt that, as with all of our other
adventures, lust would soon take over and he would abandon his hesitation.
I feel the head squeeze against me and groaned, pushing my legs farther
apart.  He pushed a bit further, then hesitated again; I leaned back
against him, sinking a bit more of his shaft inside me as he moaned.  Sure
enough, after a few tentative jabs he seemed to be developing a natural
rhythm.

"That's it Matt, work your way into it," I panted, slightly dreading the
insistent pounding I knew was probably about to begin.  My own nervousness
began to melt away with the gentle but relentless energy Matt exerted from
behind me.

Before long he was sinking about half his hard dick up inside me and began
a rhythm of thrusting.  I let him keep at it for a few minutes before
urging him deeper.  He buried more of his cock and began pulling out
farther, breathing heavily.  Soon enough he began a steady, raw fucking
motion back and forth that was sending us both over the edge.

"Oh fuck," I heard him breathe.  "Oh god, Craig..."  Whatever hesitation
existed within him was now gone, and he began to drill deeper, and with
greater urgency.  The steady fucking continued for quite a while before I
felt him tense up against me.

"Yeah, Matt," I grunted through clenched teeth.  "Let go."

He cried out, emptying his load.  I closed my eyes and imagined how
incredible he must look in his moment of orgasm.  He pulled out and lay
down beside me, flushed with the force of his exertion.

"Oh my god," he whispered, burying his head against me.  I kissed his
forehead, damp with sweat as well as steam from the shower.

"You like that?" I asked quietly, leaning against him.

He laughed hysterically for a few seconds.  "Oh, hell yeah."

I reached down and tugged at my own insistent erection, and before long I
was panting myself.  Matt covered my jacking hand with his own and cupped
my swollen balls, tugging them gently.  I groaned and covered our entwined
fists with the remains of my boiling sperm.

"Well, damn, we need another shower now," I chuckled softly.  But we were
both tired again.  Matt burrowed into me, and his sleepy, heavy-lidded eyes
brimmed with tears.  I was suddenly struck speechless, unsure what to say
or do.  He leaned his head against my chest as his ragged breathing
subsided.

"I love you," he blurted, so softly that at first I wasn't sure I had
really heard it.  My heart heaved in my chest as I draped an arm around
him.

"Me, too, kiddo," I mumbled.  "Me too."  By then I could feel the steady
breathing of his slumber against my chest, and I quickly followed him into
a deep sleep.

It was almost noon the next day before we emerged from our rented love
nest, freshly scrubbed and ready for more sun.  We were both turning red
from head to toe by the time we emerged from the beach, ready for another
round of drinking.  Matt slumped back in his seat at the beachside bar, his
close-cropped hair plastered to his forehead.  He looks delicious, of
course.

"Man, this has been awesome," he smiled weakly, playing absently with his
drink glass.  Dark shades prevented me from reading his eyes and I wondered
what was on his mind.

"Yeah, for me, too," I replied, kicking back in the shade of an umbrella.
"Haven't been down here in... well, way too long."

"You're so lucky to live here," Matt continued softly.

"Yeah, well, it definitely has its moments," I had to agree.  I polished
off my margarita, feeling the faint rush of a brain freeze.

"Shit, ten more days," he sighed.  "Gotta tell you, dude, I'm not lookin'
forward to going back."

That made two of us.  I wasn't sure what was happening between us, but it
didn't seem like anything that would resolve itself within ten fucking
days.  I shifted in my chair, considering him carefully.

"I feel your pain," I said.  "The past few days -- hell, the last few weeks
since you've been out here -- have been great.  Better than great."

I could almost see a glint in his eye through the opaque lenses.  "Yeah?
Glad I'm not the only one."

I flagged down the waitress as she passed by, indicating my empty glass.
"Definitely not.  Trust me, it always sucks to return to reality.  But
hell, you're all of nineteen years old, man.  You're just heading off to
another adventure."

The dark cloud that briefly settled over him didn't suit his radiant,
sun-kissed face.  "I guess you're right," I mumbled.  He continued playing
with his drink without lifting it to his mouth.  "So... Now what?  We head
back and keep dodging my bro?  Pretend like nothing happened?"

I felt a lump in my throat and knew I was entering delicate territory.  In
some ways Matt was a headstrong young bull, but in others he had yet to
harden himself.  I reached for his hand across the table and he flinched,
but didn't pull away.

"Matt, something has happened here," I began slowly.  "You and I both know
that.  There's no denying that.  And no one is gonna take this time away
from us.  They can't.  Not even Dan."

He smiled at me briefly and then withdrew from my grasp, sinking back into
his chair again as I continued.  "But what do you want to do?  Go home and
tell your brother that you've been fucking around with his roomie?  And
what would we gain from that?  You think he'd just stay out of our way and
wish us well?  Let's not even talk about your parents."

He had to chuckle a bit at that as the waitress returned with more frozen
goodness and promptly retreated.  "You know, it would almost be worth it
just to see the look on all their faces.  I'd have to take pictures."  We
shared a laugh and he rested a leg against my own.  I winced a bit with the
pain of developing sunburn, but wouldn't trade that touch for anything.

"Yeah," he said finally.  "I hear what you're saying though."  He finally
lifted his glass and downed the contents in one gulp, slamming it back on
the table.

"Matt, I have real feelings for you," I heard myself say.  A part of me was
surprised at what I had admitted. "But you're just getting out on your own.
You have a new life waiting for you somewhere else."  I leaned closer,
extending our contact beneath the tabletop.  "Of course, that sure as hell
doesn't mean you aren't coming back for more."

He brightened a bit at that and finally grinned back at me.  "And that's a
promise, old man!"

I had to admit it was amusing to consider myself an "old man" at 29.  In
actuality, Matt made me feel about ten years younger.  "Yeah, well you can
come to my retirement home, but only during visiting hours."

That night we checked into another temporary haven and made love, not the
rugged and frantic rutting of the night before but a slow, unhurried haze
of delirium.  The aching of our sunburnt bodies only added to the delicious
friction.  It was well into the small hours that we finally drifted off for
good.  I had to admit I could definitely get used to sleeping like this,
with Matt settled into my own frame, his steady breathing against my neck
and his arm around my waist.  This was a luxury that we would soon ill
afford.  I tried not to think too much about it.

I awoke early the next morning to a wet, wicked sensation teasing me into
full erection.  I opened my eyes and groaned out loud as I felt my rapidly
swelling member growing inside Matt's hot, moist mouth.  After the night
before I was a bit surprised to find that I had yet another hard-on for my
insatiable boy, but he didn't appear to be taking no for answer.  He looked
up at me for a moment with a smile in his eyes, my half-hard cock never
escaping his lips.  Then he returned to the task at hand until I was
bursting at the seams.  My cock was beyond hard; it felt like it was
threatening to burst its own skin.

He pulled back to gently lick the head and I used the opportunity to roll
him over onto his back, kneeling over him with my hard-on wagging before
me.

"Good morning," he grinned, reaching to cup my balls.  My reply was to inch
forward until my cock loomed over his face, planting my suddenly aching
ballsack against his gorgeous lips.  He opened wide, taking my aching nuts
in his mouth and swirling his tongue with agility.  Good boy.

I slapped my rod against his face as he sucked my balls, trailing his own
spit across his flushed features.  When I could feel my nuts drawing up I
pulled them free, replacing them with the now-leaking head of my cock.
Matt moaned and nursed on it like a baby with a bottle.  The sensation was
incredible.  Slowly I leaned forward, inserting more and more of my shaft.
When I felt the head penetrate his throat, I began a steady fucking motion
that was guaranteed to bring about a swift conclusion.  A few minutes of
pumping Matt into the mattress and I was crying out, releasing a thick load
of cum into his greedily sucking mouth and throat.  I was still releasing
in short spasms as I withdrew to his lips, pumping the last bit of my cream
onto that lovely kisser.

I heaved onto my back next to Matt as he encircled me with his arms.  "Now
*that* was a wake-up call," I gasped, causing him to laugh out loud.  I
reached out a thumb to spread my seed across his lips before his tongue
lapped up the remains, then we melted into each other for a series of
passionate kisses.  What a lucky guy I was.


The increasingly heavy Sunday afternoon traffic told us that we were
nearing our final destination.  The return trip had been largely silent as
we both turned over our own emotions in our heads.  We were nearing the end
of both our mini-vacation and Matt's stay in California.  It hardly seemed
fair, but then when is anything ever fair?

Dan was home when we arrived, waiting to pat us on our delicately burned
backs and comment on our lack of adequate sunscreen.  Despite his earlier
expressed misgivings, Matt glided smoothly back into the role of dutiful
younger brother, and by the end of that evening I was wondering whether the
previous weekend had been a dream.  I didn't much feel like sleeping, but
tomorrow morning was a workday, bright and early.

I finally forced myself to go to bed, turning on the fan and lying on top
of the sheets, my body radiating heat from the ocean sun.  It was my only
remaining evidence of a weekend well spent.  I reached for Matt beside me,
but only managed to grab handfuls of empty, impassive bedsheets.  I sighed
and lay back, waiting for sleep to catch up with me.


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