Date: Sun, 15 Feb 2004 22:59:20 -0800 (PST)
From: matt vierra <mattvierra@yahoo.com>
Subject: Matt and Luke-sequel to After the Basketball Game

Notice: Names in this story have been changed. If you are underage or do
not like reading this material then you should not go any further.

This is the sequel to, "After the Basketball Game: Matt and Luke"


After what happened at my house I thought things would be the same. My
friendship with Luke would remain the same and I even thought we might do
what we had done before again. But now, things were really awkward. At
school when I passed him in the locker halls or on the pathways, when I
saw him in 2nd period, I couldn't even make eye contact with him. I felt
like crying so much. What was wrong with me? Why didn't he like me
anymore?

One day, finally after weeks of this unbearable silence i found him alone
in a locker hall. "Luke! We need to talk."

"About what?" he replied sounding rude but trying to be nice.

"You know exactly what this is about. Why are you ignoring me?" I asked
him. I looked deep into his beautiful hazel eyes for an answer I knew was
there somewhere....

I walked closer to him, the tears in my eyes began to well up. :( They
were warm and face felt hot with anger. This was the worst kind of pain a
person could ever be in, this was worse than breaking an arm or a
leg....if you can imagine that, it felt 10 times worse. My heart truly
ached.

Evidently he saw the pain in my face. He placed his big, light brown
hands on my face and said, "Matt, this is the last thing I want to do. I
can't stand hurting you."

"Well...Llluke, you aare." My speech was becoming slurred because of my
crying. I felt like a little kid again and so embarassed.

"Matt, stop crying! You are hurting me." I could see his eyes become
misty with tears. With his hands on my face, he moved closer. He placed
his rough lips on mine and before I knew it his tongue had found its way
into my mouth. It was hot and wet, but for some reason, it comforted me.
I kissed him back, with all of me, I truly meant it. I stopped crying.

"Luke, ditch next period with me. Please, I need this."

"Where will we go?" he asked.

"Um...one of the men's restrooms I guess." I said to him desperately.

"Oh, all right." He replied

We walked into the nearest restroom and went into one of the stalls.
Fortunately, the restrooms at my school had doors and walls that went all
the way to the ground in the stalls.

I pushed him in roughly and closed and locked the door. He took off the
polo I was wearing and ran his hands, oh how good they felt, all over my
chest and flat stomach while he made out with me. This young man was so
fine. His brownish black hair which wasnt gelled up today, he looked so
hot when his hair was just a mess. His greenish-brown-hazel eyes turned
me on so much.

Soon his hands were wandering down and I didn't mind. I was already
rock-hard and I'm sure he knew by the tent in my pants. He undid my belt
and unbuttoned my pants. He kissed down my stomach, sliding his lips down
further and further. I felt so incredibly awesome! He eagerly snapped my
6'' dick out of my pants :) and thrust it into his hot, awaiting mouth.
YIPPPIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!! This was the good stuff, I am telling you, Luke
Acosta knew how to please.

"Ahhh" I moaned quietly as I stood against the door while my Portuguese
lover was on his knees in front of me. He kept bobbing up and down and I
sure enjoyed it. He pulled his cock out of his pants and began to jack
that hard member.

I pushed him away from me and had him stand up. I put my nose in his hair
and I was in paradise. I love the way his hair smells! I smelt it for a
while and then began to make out with him while my hands fondled his
large, 6'' penis. It felt so thick and warm in my hands, like it belonged
there.

I pushed his pants down further and ran my hands all over his smooth ass.
I spit on my hand and rubbed it on my cock. I turned him around and he
knew what to do. He bent over and took it like a man. He sighed deeply,
as i thrust myself into him. It was great, one of my hands on his smooth
ass, the other jacking him off and my cock deep inside of him. I began to
breathe more deeply.

Just then, someone walked into the restroom. Luckily, they couldn't see
us so I took it slower. I heard a urinal flush and then whoever had been
in there left. I continued my fucking of him. "Yeah dude...Matt! Fuck me
harder!"

I fucked him with all my might, I began to sweat and finally after what
seemed eternity...I came. It felt very nice, indeed, shooting my hot
white load into this hottie. I took my cock out of him and moved him
around. I got on my knees in front of him and sucked him off. I licked
slowly around the ring of his head and then put him in full into my
mouth. I nearly gagged, but having done this before ;), I knew what to
do..I kept bobbing up and down on him, he tasted rather nice.

He placed his hands on the back of my head and I knew he was close to
creaming. And then, suddenly...he shot his salty load deep down my
throat. I swallowed and got up. I guess we had good timing because just
then, the bell rang. We cleaned ourselves up with toilet paper and walked
out of the stall. Thank goodness no one was in there to see the two of us
walk out of the same stall....

***

Now, Luke and I never really talk. He told me that he could no longer do
what we had done. Somtimes, I feel so alone in the world. It was like the
world ended that day. I went home and evidently my mood was detectable.
My mom asked me,"What's the matter? Did you lose your only friend?"

"I did." I replied, ready to cry again.

***

Someone once said, "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it
happened." Well, I tried that philosophy. Unfortunately, it doesn't work.
When I see Luke at school I feel like crying. I never want to do anything
anymore for fear he might be near or something will remind me of him.
When I pass him 5 times a day, he never says a word. Now I sit here
writing my feelings down, hoping this will somehow help. Although, in my
heart I know only time can feel this pain. What I had, well as Edgar
Allen Poe wrote in the Raven, this love, lust..whatever the hell it was
is.."nevermore, nevermore...."