Date: Sun, 29 Sep 2013 01:39:42 -0400 (EDT)
From: bdslider1@gmail.com
Subject: Backdoor Slider, Ch 1-10

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This is a REWRITE of Backdoor Slider, not a sequel or a prequel.  I was
unsatisfied with certain parts of the story and have decided to post a new
version.  I have changed small details, rewritten some chapters and have
added completely new chapters here and there, so keep an eye out!  I will
be planning to post ten chapters at a time until the epilogue.

This story is completely fictional.  Any resemblance by name or description
to anyone dead or alive is totally coincidental.  This is a love story
between two high school aged boys.  If this offends you, if you are not of
legal age or if this content is not legal in your area, please do not read
this.  If you have comments, please email me at bdslider1@gmail.com.

Please look out for my new story, "Ballet Academy", which will be posted soon.
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Backdoor Slider - A Love Story.

Chapter 1

There are two outs.  It's the top of the ninth inning.  The Arizona sun is
beating down.  The count is two-and-two.  I'm playing shortstop and the
pitcher is my best friend, Luke.  Luke's pitching a perfect game and he
just needs one more strike to finish it off; he has twenty-six outs in a
row.  I want it so badly for him.  I probably want it more than he
does... well, maybe not.  Luke is incredibly competitive and he's obsessive
about his stats.  I can just hear him bragging about having a perfect game.
He's never even been close.  Matt McKenzie is at bat.  Here comes the
pitch... foul ball.

Matt is a fat redhead with freckles... what a combo.  He's one of the
McKenzie twins that play for our rival, Riverside.  I always hate playing
against Riverside because I hate having to see those fat asshole brothers.
They're way too cocky for being so fat.  Where do they get off having that
attitude?  They need to do some cardio... and they need some plastic
surgery.  I guess they do hit home runs against our guys fairly often, but
not today.  Matt's brother Paul has already struck out three times and Matt
has struck out twice.  Just one more time... another pitch... fouled at the
plate.

I pray even though I don't believe in God.  It seems like I have to do
something.

"Please, PLEASE let him get one more strike," I mutter out loud as I kick
the dirt and wait for the next pitch... ball three.  Shit.  It isn't
looking good.  I try to convince myself that it IS just a high school
baseball game.  It isn't even the playoffs... but please, one more
strike... one more.

Luke looks completely wiped out, but his intensity has never been higher.
He's having a tough time keeping the sweat out of his eyes and he's totally
filthy.  His cap is completely drenched with sweat.  I bet it smells
amazing.  He won't look at me, and I'm glad.  We've all been avoiding him
since the third inning.  No one wants to jinx a pitcher who is throwing a
no-hitter by talking to him, coming near him or even looking at
him... another foul ball.  Luke winces with pain.

"Dammit, why is that fat fuck trying so hard?" I mutter again, but not loud
enough for anyone to hear.  Their team is down six to nothing.  They're
going to lose anyway.  It won't mean anything to this asshole if he gets on
base, but it'll devastate Luke after coming so close to a perfect
game... another foul ball.  How can this keep happening?

The truth is that I am totally in love with Luke...  It's really bad.  I
guess I can't say love because it's more of an incredibly obsessive crush.
It's not a two-way street, so I shouldn't say love... but love is really
the only word I'd use to describe what I feel.  It drives me crazy because
he's my best friend, which often makes things really awkward.  We've been
friends for years... long before I started to develop feelings for him.  In
fact, it's been seven years since we've officially been best friends.  We
met in little league in the third grade and we've been inseparable ever
since.  I watch him try to gather up some strength from some unknown place,
and I hold my breath as he releases another pitch.

STRIKE THREE! -- Oh God, no!  The umpire calls it a foul tip as the ball
trickles away from the catcher.  Motherfucker!  The team and the eleven
spectators in the bleachers go from an exploding celebration to a nervous
groan.  Luke has nothing left in the tank and is standing there in
disbelief.  I can't imagine how he could even get one more pitch to the
plate... timeout.  The coach goes out to give him a pep talk.  Oh shit,
don't prolong this.

I just want to grab Luke and escape.  This can't end well, now.  I want to
go far, far away and make him forget about this stupid almost-perfect game.
I know he's going to take it really hard.  He'll punch a wall or a locker
and hurt himself.  He won't consider that he pitched his team to a win;
he'll only concentrate on that one fat fuck that he couldn't get out.
He'll sulk for weeks until I'll finally make him laugh.  That's all it will
take, one laugh to snap him out of it.  However, that's easier said than
done.  This will be my greatest challenge yet... and just when I've decided
to back off and not spend so much time with him.  He's just standing there.
He won't throw the pitch.  The fat ginger kid calls timeout and backs out
of the batter's box.  The other team is starting to heckle Luke... those
assholes!  I'll fucking kill them!

It's going to be my mission to get him a girlfriend so I won't have to be
around him so much.  Sometimes it's like torture for me to be around him
without jumping in his lap and kissing him as passionately and deeply as I
can.  He's so fucking adorable!  Everything he does, everything he wears,
everything he says turns me on.  It wasn't always like this.  Sure, I
always thought he was cute once I realized I was gay.  However, something
happened soon after we turned sixteen.  It's hard for me to explain.  I
guess it's just that he grew into his body with the help of puberty and the
gym.  Suddenly, one day he wasn't lanky or awkward or a normal teenage boy.
He became lean and ripped.  He's muscular in all the right places... his
arms and legs are so tan and perfect.  He oozes masculinity, sex and
confidence without being a jerk.

He's socially perfect, too.  He's always been popular and I've always been
a little socially awkward.  I guess I've always been afraid that I'll tip
someone off that I'm gay.  I'm not ashamed; I just don't want to deal with
that part of my life until after high school.  Luke never makes me feel
awkward, though.  He listens to me, he looks in my eyes when I talk, and
he's never once made me feel like I'm not worthy of being his friend, which
is certainly something that I often make myself think when I let my stupid
brain send me into a funk.  Luke's just studly and perfect and sweet and
adorable and... shit, another timeout.  It shakes me out of my daydream,
and I start to walk around a little to loosen up.  I can't look at him
anymore or I will get distracted again.

I can't concentrate on anything when I'm around him.  I get transfixed by
his plump lips or his sexy eyebrows or that little mole behind his left
ear.  His smell is like a drug, especially when he's sweating.  His scent
during a game is nice, but my favorite is smelling him at the gym.
Sometimes he'll catch me staring at him and I'll always have to make some
lame excuse or say that I was daydreaming or thinking about something
important.  He never seems suspicious or creeped out by it, thankfully.
Unfortunately, it's happening more often these days.  He's probably
wondering why I'm being such a space cadet, or maybe he suspects I have a
crush.  I shake my head and arms vigorously.  I feel like I'm going to
stand out at shortstop for the rest of my life.  This game is never going
to end.  I feel myself let my guard down as he pitches what would no doubt
be another foul ball...  Yep, foul ball.

Last weekend is when I made up my mind about spending less time with Luke.
It was the most recent time that he caught me staring at him.  We were
alone in my den playing video games.  This time, it was a particularly long
fantasy... one where I imagined doing things to him... one where I imagined
what it would be like to have his dick inside my mouth and the expression
of sheer pleasure that would be on his face... a fantasy that had resulted
in a raging boner, which was hardly obscured by my sweat shorts.  I didn't
think he had noticed me staring because he was concentrating on the game,
but he did eventually when my guy wasn't moving on the screen.  When he saw
why I wasn't playing, he tackled me and started to tussle with me.  We used
to wrestle a lot, but not since I've become infatuated with him.  I avoid
it at all cost.  His touch is too much to handle.  I can't be that close to
him and keep my composure.  Luckily, I landed on top of one of the video
game controllers and I pretended that it had hurt my back and that he had
to get up.  This time, I had really done it.  He had to have noticed my
hard dick... didn't he?  Oh God, he must have.  It was pressed right up
against his leg... his perfectly muscular, tan leg.  Out of the corner of
my eye, I happen to see him start his wind-up for his next pitch.  I had
almost completely zoned out again.

This time he groans as he releases the ball.  He throws it as hard as he
can right down the middle of the plate.  Fat Matt takes a mighty
swing... CRACK.  I catch a glimpse of the ball screaming towards me, but it
appears to be running away to my right.  All I have time to do is dive as
hard as I can and turn my glove towards home plate.  Oh shit... he didn't
get his perfect game.  The ball is just hit too hard.  He was so close.  If
stupid Matt had just missed that earlier foul tip by a fraction of a second
more... SMACK goes the ball into my glove!  I hit the ground, landing on
the right side of my face.  Holy shit, did I catch that?  I squeeze my
glove, and yes, there is a ball in there!  I immediately raise my glove
into the air so the ump can see that I have control.

"OUT!"  I hear the ump scream.  It's over!  Holy shit, he did it!  I
suddenly realize my hand is stinging intensely.  Pulses of pain run up my
arm.  Oh shit, my face is stinging, too.  Did I leave half of my cheek
somewhere in the dirt around me?  Fuck it... I don't even care about my
hand or my face.

I roll over to look at Luke.  It's a look I'm sure I'll never forget.  His
face is dirty, sweaty and red, and his eyes are wide open... staring right
at me.  He has tears streaming down his face, but he has a wide,
open-mouthed, incredulous grin.  My eyes start to well up with tears, but I
try to compose myself.  I've never heard the sound that he's making.  He's
somewhere between laughing and crying, probably alternating between the
two... it's kind of like honking.  He begins to stagger towards me, but the
rest of the team tackles him before he can get close.  I get up and run
over to him.  He sees me coming and stretches his arms up to embrace me.  I
reach out, but at the last minute I dodge his grasp and start slapping him
repeatedly on the top of the head like most of our other teammates.  He
collapses on his back in exhaustion and relief with that irresistible smile
plastered on his face.  I receive my own head slaps and purposely collapse
on the ground near Luke so I can roll around in his musk.  Eventually, the
celebration begins to subside, and I get up off the ground.

"Nice game, drama queen," I say as I offer him my hand to help him up.  His
honking has developed into mostly laughter at this point, but he's still
too exhausted to form words.  He just stares at me with that wide,
open-mouthed grin.  I want to kiss him so desperately.  He takes my hand
and I help him up.  He feels like dead weight and it takes all I have to
hoist him up on his feet.  I'm a little smaller than he is.  He has four
inches (of height!) and about forty pounds on me, but we're both rock
solid.  We take baseball and workouts very seriously, and we've spent
hundreds of hours conditioning our sixteen-year-old bodies.  He puts his
right arm over my shoulders.  YES!  I get to help walk him to the locker
room and smell his wonderful aroma the whole way.

I'm too small to be a serious baseball contender... that is, to play past
high school.  I have a solid frame, but I'm not big enough to hope for a
baseball scholarship.  I'm the scrappy kid with lots of hustle, but I have
average speed and little power.  Still, I try really hard and I've
substantially helped my high school team, even as a sophomore.  However, I
know that high school will be the end of my baseball days.

Luke, however, is a different story.  When his body filled out, coach told
him that if he does everything right, he might have a career as a
professional.  He's the star of our team, and he was the star even as a
freshman.  That's when we seriously started working out.  He spends all of
his time at the gym and he has devoted his life to baseball.  So, of
course, that's where I am all the time, too.  I tell everyone that I'm
supporting him, but I just want to be around him...  I crave him... his
muscles, his smell, his hair...  Oh fuck, his hair!

Luke has sexy movie-star hair.  It's a medium-brown color and ear-length,
but has a lot of natural highlights.  It always looks so sexy, even if he
lets it grow too long.  It's even sexier when it's wet or sweaty.  It curls
out from under his baseball cap so perfectly.  He'll get out of the shower,
comb it a little, and it'll always just fall perfectly into place.  I have
short, dark brown jock hair that I buzz once a week.  I can't let it get
too long because it doesn't behave.  I'll get a cowlick or a wave that I
can't control.  I just use the number-four attachment on my barber-style
clippers.  I love that length... really short, but just long enough that
you still have hair that someone can run their fingers through... if that
could ever happen.

With all of the workouts we've been doing, I've turned into a little
sexpot, myself.  I'm 5'8" and weigh about 142.  I have to really work hard
on my arms and chest.  My legs like to hog all of the muscle growth from my
workouts.  So, I have to do much more upper-body work or I'll be the short
dude with a tiny chest and tree trunks for legs.  The added bonus to this
condition is that I get to bench press more often, which means Luke has to
spot me more often.  In that position, his crotch is just a few inches from
my face.  I can really smell it sometimes, especially after we've really
been sweating it up.  Sometimes it smells like buttered popcorn.  I love
that smell, but it can really make me hard at inappropriate times.

"Hey Spacey!"  Luke is standing right next to me.  I had gone to lala-land
again.  I'm sitting in the locker room, still in my uniform staring at the
slats of my locker.  Everyone has already showered and they're starting to
file out.  I didn't shower at the same time as everyone else.  I was
fumbling with my phone to kill time.  My boner still hasn't softened
because I can't get Luke out of my mind.  I may have to come up with an
excuse and go home in my dirty uniform.  "Garrett, can you come over?  I
can try to do something about that boo-boo on your face, and I have to
think of a way to repay you for saving my perfect game."

Chapter 2

I'm on my way to Luke's with my heart in my throat.  I haven't been able to
catch my breath since he said he'd have to think of a way to repay me for
saving his perfect game.  Did he really say that or did I just imagine it?
It can't be what I've been hoping and longing for.  He must've meant
something else.  He's going to make me dinner: grilled chicken and brown
rice, like we've been eating all the time since our workout regimen began.
Hoo-ray.  Maybe he'll do something stupid like give me a baseball with his
autograph on it.  "To Garrett.  Best wishes. Luke Olson".  I wouldn't put
it past him.  He thinks he's so funny... and he is.  He cracks me up all
the time.

Oh man, we're going to be all alone.  Of course, this is Wednesday, the
night his mom volunteers at the shelter.  She'll be home in time for Idol,
but we'll have the rest of the afternoon and evening to ourselves.  Luke
lives with his mom.  His parents are divorced and estranged.  He doesn't
have much contact with his dad.  It never really seems to bother him,
though.

I have to pull it together.  It's just Luke.  I'm hitting every green
light, of course.  I'll be to his apartment in no time.  I need to clear my
head.... and I can't let myself stare and fantasize tonight.  It has to be
all about him and the perfect game.

I pull into his apartment complex.  Damn, I need more time.  No, I just
need to go get it over with.  As soon as I see what he's planned to do,
everything will be fine and we can just hang out like usual.  Still, I have
a lump in my throat, my forehead is wet with sweat and my mouth is dry.

I knock on Luke's door and he answers in a few seconds.  He's wearing his
old Chicago Cubs t-shirt, gray sweat shorts and black no-show socks.  I
love that Cubs t-shirt.  It's old and the seams in the shoulders are
slightly ripped, revealing his tan delts.  He looks amazing, as usual.

"Hey man," he mutters.  He leans in to give me an awkward hug and I panic.
We don't usually hug.  I can't even remember the last time.  After some
awkward shifting and positioning, I'm able to pat him nervously on the
shoulder a couple of times.

I try to get out a "hey," but all that escapes my dry mouth is a grunt.
This is going SO well.

"Your face okay?" he asks, looking at my bandage.

"Ya, it's just a scrape.  I put some Neosporin on it, and it'll be fine in
a few days.  It doesn't hurt or anything." My ability to speak has
amazingly returned.

"That's cool.  Do you want something to drink?" he asks as he turns from
the door.

"Yeah, I'll take a bottle of water.  My mouth is kinda dry."

We sit down in his living room, drink our water and watch TV.  Some stupid
courtroom show with a loud judge is on.  I don't feel like I can bring
anything up, so I wait for him to talk.  He isn't saying anything, either.
I'll just keep drinking my water... commercial time.

"That was pretty amazing out there today, huh?" he smiles.  He sounds
nervous, which makes me tense up even more.

"I'm not surprised.  I knew it would happen sooner or later.  You just
needed to put it all together in one game."  I'm amazed how nonchalant I
sound.

"Well, I couldn't have done it without you," he says even quieter.

"Clearly." We both chuckle.  That breaks the tension a little.

"Seriously... I had nothing left.  If he woulda fouled that ball off or you
wouldn't have caught it, I'd have pulled myself from the game."

"No, you wouldn't have."

"Yeah, you're right," he smiles adorably.

"I know you, dude."  I smile and then have to turn away as I feel myself
blush.

"So are you ready for your present?" he asks with more confidence in his
voice.

"Sure.  Lay it on me." I yawn as I try to sound as uninterested as
possible.

"I'm gonna give you a back rub.  Get down on the floor."  Oh shit.  I can't
handle this at all.

"No, no, I'm fine...  You don't have to do that...  I feel fine," I
stammer, feeling my face blush even more.

"I'm not taking `no' for an answer."  He really does sound serious.  "Down
on the floor."

My face must be fire-red by now.  The only way to hide it is to get down on
the floor and lay on my stomach.  I can get through this.  How do I avoid
getting a boner?  Maybe my nervousness will help.  Hell, I'm sixteen.  It's
not like I can control it, especially around Luke.  What is it that they
say?  Think of baseball.  No, that's certainly not going to help in this
situation.  Maybe I should think of girls' softball.  That might do the
trick.  I hear him squirt some kind of lotion into his hands.  He climbs on
top of me and sits on the back of my thighs.

The second his hands touch my back, I know I'm in big trouble.  The problem
won't be avoiding a boner.  It'll be to keep from cumming on the carpet.
His hands are so warm and creamy and sexy as they move around on my back.
Just the knowledge that his hands are on my body is almost enough to bring
me to orgasm.  His movements are so slow and methodical, rubbing each of my
muscle groups.  He slips his hands down over my ribs and a jolt runs
through my whole body.  I'm very ticklish, and he knows that.

"Quit!  That tickles!" I manage to gasp.

"Sorry man," he laughs.

He keeps going, very firmly and very slowly... up to my shoulders and then
all the way down to the top of my crack.  My dick is so hard; I could
probably do a push-up without using my arms.  I try my best to stifle my
moans by biting my lip and holding my breath, but every once in a while,
one escapes in a low, soft, pleasure-filled sigh.  I don't know when he's
going to quit, but I don't think I can last much longer.  I try to think of
an excuse to get up... but now, I can hear him grunting and sighing, too.
He lightly moves his hands back over my ribs, and another jolt shoots
through my body.

"Uhh... Luke?" I manage to force out the words.  He doesn't stop.  From my
ribs, he slides his hands under my chest and starts rubbing my pecs.  The
sensation causes me to arch my back.  I can feel my dick throbbing.  I
collapse back to the floor.  Is this really happening?  His hands start to
move down from my pecs towards my stomach.  Suddenly, I feel his chest
pressed up against my back and his chin on my left shoulder.  Then, he
lowers the rest of his body on top of me, nuzzles my earlobe with his nose
and exhales right into my ear.  Holy shit!  I'm paralyzed and I can't
breathe.

"Mmmmmm," he moans right in my ear as he settles in on top of me,
continuing to rub his hands down my front.  He creeps down to my abs... but
the shock of his body on top of me makes me unable to do anything.  Then I
feel his hard-on poking me in the small of my back.  This shocks me out of
my paralysis and I'm finally able to call out.

"Shit, Luke!"  I shout and then choke on the words, spitting onto the
carpet.  He jumps off of me and lifts himself up to sit back on the couch.
I look over at him, and I can see that he has a huge hard-on with a big
precum spot right at the knob of his bulge.  I look up at his face to see
him smiling at me.  He wiggles his eyebrows as he looks down at my crotch.
I then realize that my dick has popped out of the waistband of my nylon gym
shorts.  I shake my head as I feel like I'm about to faint.  I don't know
what to say.

"You asshole!" is what I hear myself croak as I scramble to my feet.  He
continues to grin at me as he stares straight into my eyes.  I don't
remember how I got on the couch, but suddenly I find myself sitting on his
lap, straddling him, face to face, our lips just inches apart.  He doesn't
break his gaze and just looks up at me with that sexy smile.  I feel like
I've left my body.  This can't be happening.  I put both of my hands around
his face and begin caressing his cheek with my thumb.  I notice how hot his
hair looks and indulge my fantasy of running my fingers through his hair.
His hands are rubbing my sides, and back, then down to squeeze my ass.  I
can't stop doing what I'm doing.  I'm in disbelief and I feel like I need
to keep touching his face and hair to convince myself that this whole thing
is really happening.  Finally, he moves his hands up to the back of my neck
and starts pulling me in.

"C'mon, man," he whispers as he brings my lips the final few inches to his
open mouth.  As our lips meet, his warm tongue enters my mouth and my body
begins to quake.  I moan as I press my mouth as far into his as it will go.
I wrap my arms around his body as tight as I can, and he quickly does the
same.  I can't help that my tongue is sloppily lapping at his mouth like a
dog dying of thirst... it's like it has a mind of its own right now.  I
never want to break this lip-lock.  I don't know how I could ever match
this feeling of perfection.  I'm in such deep concentration on the kiss
that I don't realize that I`ve been undulating my hips and humping him as
we make out.  With all that has built up in me from the massage, I know I'm
about to pop... but there's no turning back now.  I just let myself go and
keep my mouth planted on his.  It becomes harder and harder to maintain the
kiss as I come closer to eruption.  I finally jerk my head back and scream
out with the first squirt.

"Ahh, yeah," Luke whispers as he switches to kissing my neck as more and
more spurts shoot out of my dick.  I feel like I have no control over my
body for the first time in my life.  I never knew that the difference
between a real sexual release and jerking off could be so huge.

After what seems like a million squirts, I slowly release my embrace and
roll to his side.  I end up sitting on the couch next to him with my head
craned back as I stare at the ceiling.  I pant noisily as I try to refill
my lungs with air.  I feel embarrassed at what I just did, but I can't help
but glance over at Luke to see what he's doing.  I see him looking down at
his Cubs t-shirt with his sexy smile, and I notice that his shirt is
completely sprayed with my cum.  Oh shit... I gushed it all over him!  I
must not have put my dick back in my shorts before I climbed on top of him.

"Wow!  Get turned on much?" He laughs as he realizes that I see my
handiwork.

"I guess that's why people do it naked." I say between deep breaths.

I wonder how long I was kissing him.  It could've been a minute or it
could've been an hour.  It felt so good, so it was probably closer to a
minute.  I'll be able to stretch it out in my mind as I relive each
millisecond every time I jerk off.

We're both silent for a while.  Neither of us knows what to say, but we
both keep trying to catch our breath.  Finally, I can't stand it anymore.

"So, what the fuck?"  I huff.  It comes out a little more angrily than I
had intended.

"What?" he asks innocently.

"What does this mean?"

"Uhh, I think it means we finally broke through the fear and the bullshit,"
he gives me the same smile as earlier.

"So you're actually gay?  This isn't some one-time 'thanks for making the
catch' thing?"

"Yeah, I like dudes.  I mean, I like you.  I like you A LOT and I hope it's
not just a one-time thing."

"Holy SHIT!  I had no idea.  I always thought there was no chance you were
gay."

"Duh, did you ever see me out fucking girls?  I'm always with you, dummy."

"I just thought you didn't want the distraction from your training
schedule."

"Dude!"  He just laughs.

"So how long have you known... about me?" I ask.

"Pretty soon after we seriously started working out."

"Jesus, that's about when I figured it out for myself!  Why did you wait so
long?  And why didn't you just TELL ME instead of torturing me with this
back rub bullshit?"

"I kinda like to see you squirm.  It turns me on," he giggles.  "But
seriously, I was, ya know... scared.  I love our friendship, and having you
as my workout buddy is really helping me meet my goals.  Our results are
really showing and my pitching is only getting better.  I've been afraid
that by doing this, everything would change, or that I might lose you as a
buddy."  I try to process the information.  None of it has ever occurred to
me as a possibility.

"So why now?" I ask after a long pause.

"It was the way you looked at me after you made that catch today.  You
looked at me with such... ya know...  I could see in your eyes how happy
you were that you made that catch for me.  I could see that I was really
missing out on something great by keeping things the way they were.  Plus,
I knew you'd never make a move, you doof."

"Wow," is all I can say.  I lean in for another kiss, but much more soft
and gentle this time.  His lips are soft and yielding, but I can still feel
the passion emanating from them.  Again, I can't keep from working my
fingers through his hair and around the back of his neck.  I pull back to
reach for my water bottle as I realize I'm dying of thirst.

"Hey, aren't you forgetting something?" he asks.

"What?"

"I'll give you a hint.  It has something to do with your cum being all over
me and mine being nowhere to be found."  I look down at his Cubs shirt
again and notice the precum spot on his shorts has gotten a lot bigger.  I
look back at his shirt and marvel at how all of that came out of me.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry!  Some first time... I kiss you for thirty seconds,
cum all over you and roll off without a second thought."  We laugh as we
lock eyes.

"No worries, my man.  Don't think of this as THE first time.  We're going
to have a lot of first times doing a lot of really awesome stuff.  We'll
just think back on this as the first time you jizzed all over my t-shirt."
It's amazing how he can put me so at ease.  He couldn't have said anything
that would have made me feel better than that.

"Ok, well, I have an idea."  I say.  "Let's go put on our baseball unis."

His sexy smile returns.

Chapter 3

"Holy shit," I keep saying over and over to myself as I run to my car.
This must be what it feels like to win the lottery.  I want to do three
backflips in a row, but at the same time I'm genuinely afraid that I might
have a heart attack at any moment.  This feeling has to be better than
winning the lottery, though.  I wouldn't trade any amount of money for
being able to be with Luke, and I wouldn't trade any amount of money for
what I'm about to do with him.

My sports bag is in the trunk, which has my dirty uniform from the perfect
game today.  I'm about to live out a fantasy... Luke and I messing around
in our dirty baseball uniforms... but what are we going to do?  I'm the one
who came up with the idea.  I'd better have a plan.  My damn key isn't
opening the trunk.  I twist and jiggle it harder and harder.  Oh fuck, this
isn't even my car!  I shake my head as I spot my real car.  I absolutely
have no memory of parking over there.

Eventually, I get back to Luke's apartment with my gear and let myself in.
He must still be changing in his bedroom.  I run into the bathroom to
change into my duds.  I unzip my bag and the smell fills the room.  Wow,
that's ripe!  I hope he likes the smell as much as I do.  I can't wait to
smell Luke.  I can finally indulge and take in a huge lungful of his air
instead of sneaking whiffs when he's not paying attention.  He's gonna
smell so great... he did a lot more sweating today than I did.  I quickly
pull on each piece of my uniform, shivering with excitement.

I'm all suited up.  I take a deep breath and head back to his living room.
Luke is sitting on the couch in all his glory.  Our school colors are royal
blue and white.... Go Mustangs!  Our home jerseys that we have on today are
blue.  We both wear a white t-shirt underneath our jersey where the sleeves
stick out a little.  We're also both in the same style pants - really tight
and as short as possible.  Our pants just barely come down over our knees.
Our socks are where we differ.  Luke wears the team color, solid royal blue
soccer socks up over the knee.  I wear the old-school socks: solid white
with a stirrup.  I love that look, and a few of the other guys on the team
started wearing them that way, too... but I started the trend.  However, I
can't argue with Luke's look... especially right now.  I notice that we
both have turned our caps backwards.  I turned mine that way so that it
wouldn't get in the way when I kiss him.  I hope that's the reason he
turned his, too.

"Ya know... you're a really good kisser."  He smiles as I enter the room.
"I knew you would be, though."

"Are you serious?"  I smile and blush.  "I thought I was all over the
place... kinda spastic."

"Whatever you were doin'... I fuckin' LOVED it."  Luke smiles and raises an
eyebrow.  "So what did you have in mind now?"

"Umm...  Maybe we should take off our cleats first.  Your mom might not
appreciate it."

"Ya, prolly a good idea.  Let me have yours and I'll put them all in my
room."  I can already smell Luke's feet... and I can feel my heartbeat all
the way down in my dick.  I gotta think of something.  Ooh, I know— Luke
startles me by wrapping his arms around me as he reenters the room.

"That feels so good... to be in your arms."  I lean my head back against
his shoulder as he sways us back and forth.

"Yeah... nice.  You okay?  You seem pretty tense."  He gives me a hot, slow
kiss on the back of the neck.

"Ahh... yeah, I guess I'm a little nervous... but that's helping."  I close
my eyes, take a deep breath and allow my smile to take over.  "Aren't you a
little nervous?"

"Nah... I'm just relieved.  I was nervous earlier when I decided to go for
it... but now I'm just relieved, happy, calm... and fuckin' BONED!"  He
lets his tongue swirl around the back of my neck and I let my body melt
into his.  I do feel the nerves melt away.  I know that there's nothing I
can do to screw this up.

"Okay, okay," I laugh.  "Have a seat on the floor."

"Like this?"  Luke sits on the floor with his knees bent and his arms
stretched straight out behind him.

"Yeah....  Open your legs a little."  I walk up and stand between his legs
and lower myself down.  I sit down facing him as close as I can and lift my
legs over his.  As I scoot in closer, Luke begins to rub my thighs while I
put my arms around his shoulders.  I get as close as I can so that our
crotches are pressed together.  The smell is like a wonderful drug.  I can
smell his sweaty shirt, sweaty hat and sweaty socks, and they combine to be
exactly what I was hoping for.  I begin to undo his pants.

"Ahh... now I know what you're up to."  Luke says as rubs the side of my
legs and down over my socks to my feet.  Then, he closes his legs as if to
hug my thighs and links his ankles behind me.  I love the feeling of his
legs wrapped around me, and the smell becomes even more intense.

"Just sec... I almost got it—"

"C'mere."  He grabs my shoulders and pulls me in for a hard and passionate
kiss.  Now I have to undo his pants blindly, but I manage to concentrate on
working my tongue around Luke's while undoing his pants.  We grunt, moan
and giggle through the kiss as I finally feel his dick in my hand.  It's as
hard as it can be, but it also has a little bend upwards... perfect for
what I'm about to do.  I pull it all the way out of his pants so I can work
on it.

"Nice," I whisper, looking down at it for the first time.

"That feels real good," Luke whispers and grabs my head, locking his lips
on mine again.

I think for a second that I should spit on my hand to lube it up a little,
but I realize he has enough precum to take care of that.  I press right
below the base of his mushroom tip and he jerks up with a loud moan.  We
break the kiss again, hopefully only momentarily.  I use the opportunity to
quickly look down and undo my own pants while continuing to press the
pleasure button I had just discovered.

I try to suppress my giggles as I pull my dick out, and it's certainly
ready to meet its new friend.  I shift my hips up a little so that when I
press our dicks together, and the heads meet.  Luke's dick is a little
longer, but he's quite a bit taller than me.  Luke is looking down with
excitement and halted breath as he sees our dicks touch for the first time.
A drop of sweat from his nose falls and adds to the slippery coating that's
all over my hand and our cocks.  As I continue to jack our dicks together,
Luke clumsily but desperately pulls my shoulders forward so we can continue
kissing.  This was a really good idea... he really seems to be into it.
Maybe it's too good...  I think I'm going to cum again if I don't stop.
Yep, I definitely am.  I break away.

"Okay, plan B." He looks crushed, which makes me smile.  "If I keep that
up, I'll be up two to zip on you before you even come up to bat."

"Fuck, man.  I was just about to nut."

"All right... up on the couch."  I can't contain my excitement.  He jumps
up obediently and sits on the couch. I crawl over on the floor between his
legs and get ready to service him.

"Fuck, YEAH," he moans and squirms as he realizes what's about to happen.
It's the first time that I'm looking at his dick so closely.  It's so
amazing!  I wrap my hand around it carefully and lick my lips.

"Wow," I whisper, almost involuntarily, and Luke laughs.  He won't be
laughing for long, though.  I smile up at him.  I know that if I just start
sucking him off, he'll gush immediately.  I have to try to extend this a
little bit.  I push my dick back in my pants and pull them up so there's no
way I'll cum before he does.  Maybe now I can get a little revenge for the
back rub.  Actually, teasing him a little will allow me to enjoy this
moment that I've fantasized about for so long.  I move my mouth slowly
towards his shaft with a mischievous grin on my face.  I think back to one
of my favorite porn scenes where a guy started things off by kissing the
other guy's dick all over.  The guy on the receiving end really seemed to
be turned on, and it really tuned me on... hopefully Luke will like it,
too.  I plant a big one to start right on his leaking cumhole.  I want to
taste this precum so badly... Maybe I will get a preview of what his real
cum might taste like.

I've fantasized about tasting his cum for a long time.  I often ate my own
cum so I could imagine tasting his load.  Mine has never been as good as I
imagine because I can only taste it when I'm on the low right after my
orgasm.  The only time I'm able to really enjoy it is when I can position
myself upside-down against the wall with my mouth right under my dick.
That way, my load can go right from my dick to my mouth... mostly.  I could
savor the taste for a second or two while I'm still experiencing my orgasm.
At that brief moment, I could close my eyes and pretend I was eating Luke's
cum.  I have a feeling now that I'll never have to do that again.  I'll be
able to eat as much of Luke's cum as I want... and whenever I want.

A few times, I'm pretty sure I had actually come over to Luke's apartment
right after he'd jerked one out.  His room would smell a little like cum,
and a little like his sweaty crotch that I love to smell when I bench
press.  I wonder if his load will taste like buttery popcorn.

As I think of all of this, I continue kissing and licking up and down his
dick while jacking it very tenderly.  I really want to make him explode,
but not yet.  I look up at Luke's face.  He's sweating and has an eager
smile on his face.  I know he must be enjoying watching me worship his
cock.

"Do it, man," he whispers.  I know he wants me to take him in my mouth, but
not yet.  I chuckle as I lap up the precum that has oozed out while I was
attending to the base of his shaft.  I start to flutter my tongue around
his dick hole and down slightly to the area that's so sensitive on my own
dick, just under the base of the head.  He gasps and jerks his head back.
I think I'll be doing that some more.  I make a couple of repetitions of
the tongue flutter with a sucking action right on his cumhole every time a
little more precum leaks out.  It tastes so much sweeter than my own.  I
think I'm going to be addicted to this stuff.

"Mmmm... so good."  I grunt as I lick up another bead of precum.

"Fuck, man, you're driving me crazy.  I can't stand it much longer," he
gasps.  I run my left hand down his leg to his sock and down to his toes.
I realize that he's flexing and extending his toes over and over while I
work on him...  I really like that.  I run my hand back up his body and
start to rub his chest.  He grabs my hand with his and interlocks our
fingers so he can squeeze them together.

"PLEASE, Garrett.  I can't stand it anymore," he pants out.  He moves his
other hand to the back of my neck and tries to push my head down over his
dick.

"Nah, ah, ah," I tease.  "Well, all right," I say with a devilish smile.  I
bend his dick down a little as if I'm about to scarf it down.  My mouth
stays closed as I touch my lips to the end of his cockhead.  I very slowly
part my lips around his head then close my lips back to push it out.  I
open a tiny bit wider the second time and let my lips slide a little
further over the hole, taking in another glob of precum... still not
getting the whole head in my mouth.  I slowly back off again until my lips
are closed again.  I look up at Luke.

"Pleeeease," he whispers as he squeezes my left hand with his.  His face is
all red.  He looks like he's in pain and his eyes are watering.  I give him
a huge smile and look back at his dick.  Suddenly I open my mouth as wide
as I possibly can and dive down on him quickly.  I want the first thing he
feels is my entire mouth around as much of his shaft as possible.  As I
land and close my mouth around him, he yells out and thrusts his hips
forward.  His dick hits the back of my throat and I gag.  Oops, I didn't
count on that.  I quickly recover and start really sucking him, finally
giving him what he wants.  It won't be long now.  This is more amazing than
I've ever imagined.

"Oh fuck, Garrett!  Oh YEAH..."  He's writhing with pleasure.  I realize at
this point that all of my fun and games have brought me to the threshold,
too.  I start to rub my crotch through my pants because it would be so
perfect to squirt while his cum is in my mouth.  I know I can do it.

"Garrett, I'm gonna nut," he says as I feel his body tensing up.  Mine is
doing the same.  I want it all in my mouth, but I also want to see it
squirt up in the air.  I guess I can have the best of both worlds.  I start
focusing on his cockhead, just moving my lips up and down over it as fast
as I can until I taste that first jet.

Luke screams.  Oh YES... there it is.  It coats my tongue and the roof of
my mouth with warm, salty, gooey goodness.  It's everything I've ever
desired and more.  It tastes much different than my own....  much warmer
and kinda tangy.  I'm definitely going to be a cum addict.  I go down
further to savor his dick with his cum when the second spurt is released.
It's much bigger and really fills my mouth.  It's sooo good.  At this
point, I realize that I'm fully cumming in own pants.  My right hand did
its job, rubbing one out through my baseball pants.  However, I probably
could've had a spontaneous orgasm just from the taste of Luke's cum... it's
that good.

I return my focus to what's going on inside my mouth.  Holy shit, this
couldn't be going any better.  I look up at Luke with his squirting dick
still in my mouth.  His eyes are closed and his back is arched, and squirt
number three replenishes all that I've swallowed so far.  I quickly remove
my mouth from his cock, as I want to see the next squirt airborne before it
lands inside of my mouth.  I jerk his shaft, hoping to coax it out.
Unfortunately, it completely misses my gaping mouth and shoots all the way
over his head, landing somewhere behind the couch.  We'll have to look for
the landing spot a little later.  I feel a pang of disappointment that I
missed out on some of his load.  I'm hungry for more and I don't want any
more of it to go to waste.  I quickly lower my mouth back to his cock, but
I don't make it in time.  Squirt number five goes half in my mouth and half
up the side of my nose and onto my cheek.  Now, I'm back on target.  I'm
sucking his dick like it's a straw, trying to get every last drip out of
him.  The spurts are getting less intense now, but they're every bit as
tasty.  I could drink this by the cupful.  I keep sucking for a couple of
minutes after the last spurt, savoring the cum that I've kept in my mouth.

"Holy shit, Garrett!  You almost killed me!  Remember what happened at the
game today?  You had to help me off the field!"  He smiles as he tries to
catch his breath.  It seems like that was days ago.  So much has happened
since then.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that."  I smile back at him as I wipe the cum off
my cheek with my finger and lick it clean.

"I can't believe I waited so long for this.  That felt SO good... and
kissing you is so fuckin' perfect.  We could have been doin' this every
day!"  He shakes his head in bewilderment.  "As tired as I am right now, I
feel like I need to return the favor.  That was so fuckin' sweet," he says
as he pats the couch cushion next to him.

"Uhh... I think I already took care of that," I say, grabbing my crotch.  I
can see the cum seeping through my pants.

"Wow.  Get turned on much?"  We instantaneously bust up laughing.  I leap
up and tackle him on the couch.  While laughing, I kiss him all over his
sweaty face, neck and ears.  Out of the corner of my eye, I see the clock.
Shit!  His mom will be him in less than thirty minutes!

Chapter 4

I smile as I finish vacuuming the living room where we recently made out.
I fucking MADE OUT with Luke... and I sucked his DICK!  Some of the dirt
from our filthy uniforms and cleats got on the carpet, and his mom would
definitely notice.  Luke is doing a load of laundry, consisting of his
spermy Cubs t-shirt and his dirty uniform.  My sex-soaked clothing is
currently stinking up the trunk of my car.  I'll have to do a secret load
of laundry when I get home.  I'm wearing the clothes I sleep in when I stay
the night at Luke's: a pair of blue plaid sleep pants and an old blue
t-shirt that Luke has grown out of.  The day he gave it to me was one of
the best days of my life.  I feel like he's hugging me every time I wear
it.  It's my most prized possession.  I hear Luke coming back from the
laundry area.

"Hey, I just talked to my mom.  She left three voice mails wanting to talk
about the game.  She said she's gonna bring home a Giorgio's pizza so we
can celebrate.  I told her to bring two since you're here and you're
spending the night," he says with one eyebrow raised and a big smile.
"Anyway, we have a little more time.  It'll take her at least another 45
minutes to get here with the pizzas."

"I think we deserve pizza after all that's happened today.  We'll use it as
our cheating meal for the week... but we'll have to be good all weekend."

"We can indulge in other appetites," Luke bites his lip.

"Mmmm," I start to smell myself from under my clean clothes.  "We should
really take a shower," I say without realizing what I'm suggesting.  I'm
still nervous from the possibility of Luke's mom finding out.

"Excellent idea." Luke sneaks behind me and pinches my butt.  I jump and my
heart tries to leap out of my chest.  I could get used to that feeling.

"No, no.  We need to get clean and get this place back in order."  I say,
hoping he'll talk me into something a little more exciting.

"It's fine.  Everything looks back to normal.  We have FORTY-FIVE MINUTES!
We can wash each other's back and other hard to reach areas.  I won't try
anything, I swear."  He can't keep a straight face.

"Okay, let's go," I run to the bathroom ahead of him... like I needed much
convincing.  I start throwing off my clothes in the hall and I hear Luke
doing the same.  We make it to the bathroom both completely naked together
for the first time.  We stare at each other for a few seconds, each with
big smiles.  He breaks the tension by doing a body-builder pose for me when
he realizes I'm admiring his body.

"Nice.  Do you work out?"  I smile as I feel my cheeks blush.

"Hey, you too.  Look at those sexy abs," he laughs as he turns on the water
and pretends to take pictures of me with an imaginary camera.
"Click. Click. Click."

"Shuddup," I mumble as I get a couple of towels out of the bottom cabinet.

"Hey, c'mere."  He sits on the edge of the toilet seat and pats his lap for
me to sit down.

"What?" I quickly jump in his lap and put my arm around his shoulder.

"YOU are fuckin' beautiful."  He rests his forehead on my cheek.  I can
feel his dick coming to life under my thighs.

"N-no I'm not... YOU'RE beautiful.  I'm –" I start to stutter and I feel
a few beads of sweat form on my forehead.

"Hey!  I guess I'm gonna have to make it my mission to convince you."  He
moves his head forward to kiss me and I immediately grab his cheeks with
both hands and push my lips against his.  I let him set the pace.  He
slowly opens his mouth as he puts his arms around me.  My body immediately
melts into him.  I really feel the warmth of his tongue and mouth for first
time as he firmly and purposefully massages my lips with his.  I never
imagined THIS Luke actually exists... the ROMANTIC Luke.  I've been so
transfixed on his sexiness for so long; I never even considered this side.
I think I love the romantic Luke even more.  I feel my body begin to quake
again from the kiss and I start to chuckle with embarrassment.

"Let's get in the shower."  I struggle to get up from his lap.  "It has to
be hot by now."

"Get back here."  He pulls my arm so that I sit back down on his lap.  He
tilts my head up with a finger under my chin and continues the romantic
kiss.  I feel like I will cum if I let this continue, so I do the only
thing I can to insure my release.  I start to tickle his ribs and we almost
fall off the toilet with the sudden jolt.

"Not fair, dude!"  I get in the shower and he quickly appears with me,
wrapping his arms around my waist.  "So, was that your first time sucking
dick?"

"What?  Do you think I stand out on the street corner at night looking for
hot cock to suck?"  I ask, pretending to be offended.

"No, no.  I just meant that you really seemed like you knew what you were
doing.  How was it?" he grinds his dick against mine.

"Uhh.... all right, I guess."  I don't really know how to put it into
words.

"You fucking LOVED it," he laughs.

"Ok, I FUCKING LOVED IT," I say as sarcastically as I can, but my smile
gives me away.

"How did ya know to do all that shit to me?"

"I dunno.  I guess I've thought about it a lot... where the sensitive parts
of my own dick are, ya know... and I've seen a lot of porn.  You can't be a
good gay unless you know how to suck some good dick."

"I'm afraid I won't be very good....  I mean as good as you."

"I don't think that will be a problem.  Plus, you'll get better with
practice."  I look down.  "Look at that down there!  It might be time for
your training."  I slap my dick on the sides of his legs.

"I promised I wouldn't try anything, and I don't want to go back on a
promise so early in our relationship," Luke says with a devilish smile.

"Get your ass down there."  I shove down on his shoulders.

"Oh, all right.  Let's see what I can do with that," he says as he gets
down on his knees and I take a deep breath.

"I should make you wear a pink paper hat and an 'I'm a trainee' button."  I
try to disguise how nervous I am.  I'm afraid I'll cum in just a few
seconds seeing his beautiful lips wrapped around my dick.  He nervously
laughs as he starts to jack my dick with his left hand.  Knowing that he's
a little nervous helps me relax a little.

"All right, I'm just going to start doing it.  Tell me what feels good."
He puts his mouth over my cockhead and immediately starts sucking up and
down the shaft as if he's mimicking someone in an uninspired porn scene.

"Yeah, that feels really good, but remember... you're not just trying to
make me cum.  You should be trying to give me pleasure by giving me
different sensations and make sure I en-JOY EVERY SECOND."  My whole body
spasms as I yell out the last two-and-a-half words.  I do well to remain on
my feet.  Luke just stiffened his tongue firmly on that last pass over my
most sensitive area, right below the head.  He giggles and my dick slips
out of his mouth.  I look down at him and see that he's been jerking
himself the whole time.  He's rock hard again.  I really like that he's
getting turned on from sucking my dick.

"I think you know what you're doing." I smile down at him as he swirls his
tongue around my tip.

"I'm a fast learner," he says and immediately goes back to taking me full
on in his mouth.

"How does it taste?"  I ask, knowing the answer, as it's written all over
his face.

"Mmhmm," he answers with a mouthful of my dick.  I leave him to it and
don't say anything else.  I think he was just screwing with me when he said
he was afraid he wasn't any good.  It sure seems like he's given this as
much thought as I have.  I just watch him and take mental photographs.
Occasionally, he tries some of the techniques I did to him earlier, but
they always make him giggle.  I can tell he likes it best when he slides
his tongue over my pleasure button.

After focusing on sucking on my tip for a while, he starts to slide his
lips down my shaft further and further.  I'm shocked to see him go all the
way down.  I guess my dick isn't as long as I thought.  He has no problem
taking me in all the way.  After a few sucks going all the way down and
pulling his mouth all the way off, he pauses for a few seconds each time he
presses his nose through my pubes and into my skin.  The sight just drives
me wild.  I can see him jacking his own dick vigorously, and he's starting
to moan.

I know it won't be long for me.  I owe my ability to last this long merely
on the fact I've squirted twice in the last thirty minutes.  If I didn't
have that buffer, I probably would have lasted all of four seconds in
Luke's mouth.

Suddenly, I feel a hot stream of cum blast me in the left shin.  I look
down to see him shuddering with pleasure, which sends me over the edge.

"Uhh... I'm gonna cum, too."  The sensation makes me want to jerk my head
back, but I have to watch Luke.  Suddenly he pulls his mouth off of me and
starts jacking me off onto his chest.  I want to be back in his mouth, but
I can't complain as I start to shoot.  Six or seven spurts coat his chest
as he squeezes out the last bit of cum from his own dick.  He rubs my spunk
around on his chest with my dick as he squeezes his own dick below.

"Uhh Luke, not to be rude... but, don't you want to taste my cum?"  I ask
as I try to catch my breath.

"Sorry, man.  I was just a little afraid of what it might taste like.  I
didn't want to gag and embarrass myself if I don't like the taste."  Luke
has always been a really picky eater.  He never wants to try anything new.
It took him quite a while to find a vegetable that he could tolerate since
we've started eating healthy.

"Have you ever tasted your own?"

"Nope."

"Cum tastes like nothing else in the world.  Either you like it or you
don't, but if you're gay, you probably like it.  Just give it a try," I
wipe a finger of my cum off his chest.  Luckily the water hasn't washed it
all away.  "Here comes the airplane..."

He smiles so I know he's willing.  He politely sticks his tongue out and I
wipe my finger all over it.  He takes it in his mouth gingerly and a
puzzled look comes over his face.

"Hmmm," he starts sucking my finger with enthusiasm.  He looks down at his
chest, gets another finger of cum and puts it in his mouth.  He smacks his
tongue around as he savors the taste, and goes for yet another.  "Mmmmm" he
says as he starts searching for more and quickly starts lapping up all that
remains.  "Fuck!  I shoulda just let you squirt in my mouth!  That woulda
been so fuckin' good!"

"There's plenty more if you're a good boy."

"Something to look forward to," he says with a twinkle in his eye.  "Sorry
I doubted the awesomeness of your cum, man."

"I'll recover somehow.  But now, we've got to get clean."  I grab up the
shampoo.  "I've always wanted to do this."

I squeeze some shampoo into my hands, rub them together and run my fingers
through his hair.  He looks so sexy as I start to lather up his hair that I
involuntarily move in, wrap my hands around the back of his neck and press
my tongue into his mouth.  He embraces me as we start to make out under the
hot water.  Luke taps my wrist where my watch would be.  Shit, we're going
to have to hurry.

"Sorry, man, " I chuckle.  "Ok, no more sexy fun time.  Let's get going."
We finish shampooing and quickly wash our various sweaty and dirty parts.
Luke pokes me in the ribs while I try to finish up.  I try to ignore the
first one, but the second one almost makes me slip and fall.

"Quit it, or I'll start kissing you again."  He quickly starts poking me
over and over in the ribs and I clutch onto him and go in for another kiss.
"I warned you," I whisper as our mouths meet again.  This time, he seems to
be lost in the kiss, and I'm the one that will have to break away to get us
on task again... maybe one more minute.

We finally make it out of the shower and I grab a towel.  I put it over
Luke's head and give it a strong rub, soaking up a lot of water from his
sopping hair.  He looks up at me with his wild, wet hair going in all
directions with that sexy smile.

"Along with the rib-poking, every time you look at me like that, I'm going
to have to kiss you..."  I plant one on him.

"Even in public?" he asks, making the same smile.

"Try me."  I kiss him again.  I could get used to this.  I dry my body off
with Luke's hair towel.  He grabs the other towel, dries himself off and
wraps it around his waist.  He pulls out his hair dryer and brush and
starts drying his hair.

I leave the bathroom and start picking up our clothes, which form a horny
path back to the living room.  I put on my white ankle socks first, then my
boxer briefs, sleep pants and finally my awesome blue t-shirt, which was
all the way back in the living room.  That's when I notice the smell.  I
quickly run back to Luke in the bathroom.

"Dude!  It still smells like fuckin' dirty, sweaty, hot, gay, baseball sex
in there!"

"Amazing," he smirks and admires his hair in the mirror.  He follows me out
into the living room in his towel.  "Shit, you're right."

I open the front door and start fanning the room as hard as I can.

"Go get the bathroom spray."  Luke shouts, heading down the hall.  "It's
under the sink.  I'll go get some fabric spray.  My mom keeps a bottle with
the laundry stuff."

I run to the bathroom as he runs to the washing machine.  I spray bathroom
spray into the air, and he douses the couch and carpet with Febreze.  I
sure hope this works.  As he goes back to get dressed, I continue fanning
with the front door to let the sprays dissipate.  I turn around just in
time to see his mom walking up with the pizzas.

Chapter 5

Taking a deep breath and trying to calm myself down, I run out the door to
meet Luke's mom, Denise.  She's a successful lawyer and she works her ass
off.  She's incredibly progressive and liberal and I love to hear her ideas
about current issues.  Luke thinks she's a huge nerd because she gushes
over him so much.

"Hi, Mrs. Olson.  Luke just got out of the shower, I think.  Here, let me
help you with the pizzas."

"Thanks, Garrett," she says with an exhausted sigh as she hands them over.
I take her briefcase in my free hand as she hugs me.  "I can't believe I
missed his perfect game!  That must've been so exciting!"

"Yeah, he was a big crybaby about it," I laugh.

"Yeah, and I bet you were sobbing right along with him," she fires right
back.

"Ya got me."

We head back into the apartment and Luke comes out of his bedroom.  He's in
a white tank top, knee length black basketball shorts and his same black
no-show socks.  Even after pumping out three loads this afternoon, I still
want him bad.

She runs up to Luke to do some of her usual gushing.  As she
enthusiastically hugs him, his gaze locks with mine and he smiles.  It's
such a warm, loving smile.  I can tell he's already looking forward to
being alone with me again.  I can't wait to be in his arms again.... Holy
shit, I actually get to kiss those lips!  Fuck, I love those lips.  As I
watch them embrace, I stupidly feel jealous of Denise.  Oh well, I'll get
my turn.  I try not to smile too much as I carry the pizzas to the kitchen.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the spurt of cum that sailed over the
couch earlier.  It actually hit the wall and dripped down all the way to
the floor.  It left a creamy trail.  Denise's back is still to me, but Luke
can see what I'm looking at.  He eyes open wide and he gives me the 'Do
something!' look.  I stick my tongue out and pretend to lick the wall.  He
stifles a laugh and hugs his mom harder to make sure she doesn't turn
around.  I quickly grab a couple of tissues and wipe down the wall and
stuff them in my pocket.  He lets out a sigh of relief as he continues to
hug his mom.

"Baby, I'm so proud of you!" She kisses him all over his cheeks and the top
of his nose.

"Save some for Garrett," he tries to wriggle out of her hug.  "He was the
closer."

"What do you mean?" she asks.

"The last dude that was up hit a screaming line drive, and Garrett dove for
it... I mean full extension, and snagged it."

"Oh my God!  How exciting!"  She runs over, hugs me and gives me a kiss on
the forehead.  "Thank you!  Thank you!  Thank you!"

"Uhh... you're welcome, but it was all Luke," I mutter.

"Let's dig into those pizzas.  I'm friggin' starved."  Luke won't curse in
front of his mom.  It isn't that she gets offended, she just thinks it's
low-class.  I try to remember not to curse around her, too, but I forget
more often than Luke does.  Sometimes you can't describe what you're
feeling without the word `fuck'.

I devour the most delicious meal of my life, not counting Luke's load
earlier.  I must've worked up quite an appetite because it feels like I
haven't eaten in days.  Luke seems to be experiencing the same sensations
as he licks his fingers with joy after every bite.  We exchange sexy
glances while we try to pretend that the nervous energy is from the perfect
game.  I make sure not to overstuff myself, as I don't want to be belchy
and bloated with Luke later.  I notice that he doesn't eat as much as he
normally does, either.  Eventually, Luke and I settle on the couch to watch
TV as Denise plops into her favorite recliner.  I purposely sit at the
opposite end of the couch from him so I won't be tempted to touch him and
he can't reach me either.

I've always loved to watch TV with Denise, especially reality shows.  She
makes the funniest and meanest comments about the contestants.  Right now,
I just wish she'd go to bed early.  Luke doesn't get into those shows as
much as we do, but he knows his mom looks forward to it, so he watches with
us.  He usually tries to do his homework through it, but not tonight.  I
think he has other things on his mind.

The routine starts off as usual, but all of a sudden, Denise stops making
her comments.  I peer over her shoulder and see that she has fallen fast
asleep.  She still has her glass of wine in her hand and her mouth has
dropped open.  I ease the glass out of her hand and set it on the end table
next to her.  She gets up every morning around 5am.  Sometimes she can go
all day, but tonight she's clearly exhausted.  I should be, too, but I'm
still electrified from what has been going on with Luke and me... and
what's going to happen later.

I make the `shh' motion to Luke as he starts to grin.  I sit back down on
the end of the couch to finish watching the show and Luke swings his legs
up on the couch next to me.  He scoots down so that his feet are touching
my leg and he begins to stroke my thigh with his toes.

I shake my head and motion towards his mom, but my dick starts to grow
quickly.  Luke's feet are so fuckin' sexy.  I have a feeling from now on;
my dick is always going to agree with what Luke's saying.

"She's fuckin' OUT," he whispers a little too loud.  "I could leave her in
that chair and she'd sleep there all night."  I look over at her.  She's
sitting slightly closer to the TV than Luke and I.  If she starts to stir,
we'll have a couple of seconds to compose ourselves.

"All right, I'll rub your feet a little if you promise to behave."  He
looks like a little kid on Christmas morning.  I feel like I'm about to
unwrap a present, too.  This is also something I've always wanted to do.  I
scoot down the couch and lift his feet into my lap.  He's still wearing his
short black socks.  I focus on his right foot first, rubbing it deeply and
slowly with both hands.  He leans his head back and closes his eyes with a
satisfied grin.  I pinch his big toe to get his attention and he looks up
at me as if I'd woken him out of a deep sleep.

"Watch her!" I mouth the words silently and point to his mom.  He nods.

I return my attention to his feet.  I rub them deeply and press them into
my lap and against my throbbing dick.  It feels so amazing.  He's looking
over at his mom's chair, but after a few seconds, his eyes roll back in his
head and his eyelids close again.  When he realizes it, he quickly opens
them and looks over at me.

"Sorry man, I don't think I can keep my eye on her.  It just feels too
good," he groans and bites his lip.

"I have to do everything around here," I whisper with a half-grin.

I go back to working on his right foot, and then switch to the left.  I
glance back and forth from Denise to Luke.  She hasn't moved at all.  Luke
catches me watching him and he suddenly pulls down his shorts and flashes
me.  His dick is as hard as ever.  I giggle and look down at my own crotch
with fake surprise.  I quickly give him a flash of my own boner.  We both
choke on our laughter then nervously look over at Denise.  She doesn't
move.

I keep working on one foot, then another.  He's starting to rub my dick
with the toes from his free foot.  I could easily cum from this... I'm so
fuckin' turned on.  I start to slip my hand down inside his sock as I rub
more sensually than forcefully.  Finally I peel off both of his socks and
really admire his sexy feet.  I notice that one of his toenails is a little
black, probably from pushing off of the pitcher's mound.

"Hey, I can paint these pink for you, if you like," I whisper.  "It'll
cover up that unsightly black toenail."  He gives me the double middle
finger.  Wow, both hands.  I feign hurt feelings and put down his foot.  He
gives me an air-kiss and I start rubbing again.

As I'm rubbing, I notice his eyes are closed again.  I very slowly lift his
foot up and bring my mouth down to meet it.  I give him a very soft kiss on
the tip of his big toe.  He opens his eyes and looks up at me with
surprise.

"Fuck yeah," he mouths to me and then closes his eyes again.  I continue to
give light kisses and small licks to each of his toes.  Wow, his feet are a
little more beat up than I realized.  I guess that's why they say pitching
is all in the feet and legs.  I still love them, though.

"Hey," I whisper, tapping his foot.  He opens his eyes.  "Lemme see your
dick again."  He smiles as he slowly and playfully pulls the waistband of
his shorts down to reveal his beautifully swollen purple head.  It's
completely soaked in precum, and I can't resist.  I quietly lean forward
and lick it clean as Luke tries to stifle a moan.  The taste and smell is
overwhelming, and I quickly slip his whole dick in my mouth and give it one
suck all the way down and all the way up.  A wave of pleasure runs through
Luke's body and lifts his hips into the air with a loud sigh.  I get a wave
of my own as I savor the sweet taste of his precum.

"Sorry," I whisper as I pull his waistband back over his gorgeous dick.

"No, please!"  He tries to pull it back down, but I hold it firmly against
his abs as we start to giggle.

"I can't wait to get back to that."  I sigh as I sit back and wrap my hands
around his foot again.

"Dude, you're gonna get some SERIOUS cum."  He rubs his dick through his
shorts.

"Mmmm," I whisper and lick my lips, trying to remember exactly what it felt
like shooting into my mouth... and the taste... that warm, salty, creamy,
gooey taste of pure, intense pleasure... Luke's own pleasure that I'm
giving him... Luke's lust for ME.  Holy fuck, I can't wait!

I put his foot back in my lap.  I use my left hand to continue rubbing his
foot, occasionally running my fingers in between his toes.  He really seems
to like that.  Now, I move my right hand up to stroke his shin.  His legs
are so hot and muscular and teenagery.  They're perfectly tanned and just a
little hairy.  I alternate between rubbing his shins and very lightly
running my fingertips up and down from his knee to his ankle, then up to
his other knee.  I can tell it's working as he shivers and arches his back
over and over.

I try a new move.  I hold his big toe up with one hand and I make a fist
with my other.  I press my knuckle as hard as I can up and down the arch of
his foot.  He quickly grabs a cushion and shoves it in his mouth to stifle
a scream.  He's arching his back and then his hips as if he's humping the
air above him.  Wow, this is driving him wild!  If I keep this up, I think
we'll both end up cumming on the couch just a few feet from his mom.  I
know I easily could lose control just seeing how turned on he is.  Plus,
the smell of his precum is starting to drift out of his shorts.

"Dude, I swear, very soon, I'll do this again and try to make you cum just
from rubbing your feet.  But I really think we should stop while we can," I
whisper.

"You'd better swear," he looks bewildered as he slowly inches back from the
edge of orgasm. "Fuck!"

The show that we were watching has been over for a long time, and we were
well into the 10pm local news.  I smile as I can't even remember what we
were watching.  Luke gets up and flashes me again.  It's so hard and wet;
it looks like heaven.  I reach over and wipe a little off with my finger
and lick it clean.  I'm afraid if I take him in my mouth again, he'll go
over the edge.

"I'm gonna get some SERIOUS pre," I whisper with a smile.  He gets a little
on his finger and licks it up.

"Fuck, that IS good!"  He smiles as he hikes up his shorts.  Goddamn,
that's hot.

He checks that his boner is not protruding and goes over to wake his mom.

"Mom, we're really tired and heading to bed."  He gives her a gentle shake

"Ok, me too," she says and slowly gets up.  "Sorry guys, I... I just got
really sleepy all of a sudden."

"Good night, Mrs. Olson.  Thanks for the pizza," I say as Luke walks her to
her bedroom door.  I anxiously watch her stumble out of the room.  Luke
waits for a few seconds in her doorway to make sure she's disappeared into
her bathroom.  He runs back to the couch with a smile and grabs my face
with both hands.  He forcefully shoves his tongue inside my mouth and I hug
him tight as we indulge in our first kiss in what seems like forever.

"You're so fuckin'... IRRESISTABLE!"  Luke whispers as he breaks the kiss.
"C'mon!"  He grabs my hand and we run to his bathroom, locking the door
behind us.

"Ooh, I get to hold your hand?" I can't stop giggling, knowing what's in
store.

"Garrett, I need to CUM... like RIGHT NOW... and I'm fuckin' serious!  I
mean, if you do that kissing, licking, teasing thing, I'll fucking die.  I
mean, you'll seriously have no more boyfriend.  You'll be sobbing at my
funeral, asking yourself why you didn't just SUCK HIS DICK!"  The sound of
the word `boyfriend' coming out of his mouth jolts through my body like
lightning.  Luke is my BOYFRIEND, and I'm his BOYFRIEND!  Holy shit... and
he's the one who said it!

"Don't worry."  I sit down on the toilet seat and he stands in front of me,
gripping my shoulders.  "I think I need to drink your cum as much as you
need to shoot it."

"Ahh YEAH, dude!"  He smiles as I slowly pull down his shorts.  His dick
pops out of his waistband and bobs up and down as if it's waving `hi'.  I
lick up a stream of precum that almost drips on the floor.

"I would ask you if you're ready... but you're ready."  I eagerly take his
dick in his mouth and begin a slow and rhythmical sucking motion while I
hungrily swallow the fluid that formed an appetizing coating.

"Don't... jerk off, dude.  I want... yours... too."  I can tell by the way
he's breathing that he's just seconds away.  I keep the same slow and
steady pace.  I know I cum a lot harder when I jerk off slowly.
"Uhh... feels... so... Uhhhhhhhhnnnnnn!"  Luke finally gets the release
he's been aching for, and I get the hot blasts of cum inside my mouth that
I've been craving.  The taste is too amazing and overwhelming, and I
swallow it down as quickly as it fills my mouth.  I'll savor it next
time... right now, I'm quenching a thirst.  As the squirts become smaller
and smaller, I suck harder, hoping to coax more out somehow.  Luke slowly
fucks my mouth as the intensity of his orgasm subsides.

"Mmmm," I moan as pleasure overpowers my own body.

"Are you cummin?" Luke asks, breathlessly.

"Mmhmm," I answer him, but I can't take my mouth off of his dick.  He dives
down and frees my dick from my shorts just in time for my first squirt to
splatter on his chin.  He smiles as he dives his head down onto my dick to
make sure he doesn't miss any more.  I try my best to keep my eyes open and
watch him guzzling down my cum.  I must be giving him a load that rivals
the one I just slurped down, and he seems to be enjoying it just as much as
I did.  I run my fingers through his sexy hair as Luke's cum seems to pulse
through my body and envelops me with a tingly and completely satisfied
feeling.

As my orgasm begins to fade, I regain the ability to breathe and find
myself gasping and taking in huge lungsful of air.

"So fuckin' GOOD!"  Luke looks up at me with a big smile before returning
to suck the last bit of cum leaking from my dickhole.

"I never thought I'd see you with a big cumsplat on your face," I laugh as
I continue to try to catch my breath.

"I bet you never thought you'd kiss me with a big cumsplat on my face
either!" He looks up at me with an inviting smile as he spreads the cum
around his chin with my dick.  I push him onto the tile floor and take a
big lick at his chin as we laugh hysterically.  We simultaneously embrace
each other as we settle in for a long kiss.  I moan, getting a strong taste
of cum as my tongue ventures deeply into his mouth.  We're both getting the
hang of kissing, now.  We seem to be perfectly in sync.  As hot as sucking
Luke's dick and eating his cum is, kissing Luke is just as remarkable, but
in a completely different way.  The only description I can give is that It
feels like complete perfection.  That special tingle begins to slowly grow
in my dick again, and I know I could cum again, sprawled out on the
bathroom floor.  I'm afraid that if I do, I'll fall asleep here.  A vision
flashes into my head.  I want to be in Luke's bed... under the covers... in
his arms... kissing his lips softly.  I manage to push myself off of Luke
and sit up.

"Can we continue this in your bed?"  I ask, biting my lip.

"Sure," he chuckles as we help each other to our feet.  "I almost came
again."

"Yeah, me too."  Every word out of his mouth makes me want to kiss him
again.  "Let's get ready for bed... then... Holy shit!  I get to sleep in
your bed with you!"  I feel embarrassed as I realize I just made a huge
imposition on him.

"You'd better sleep in my bed," he smiles over his shoulder, and a wave of
relief comes over me.  We both start to floss.

"There's one thing I want to ask you," I say.  "Well, there are a million
things I wanna ask you, but just one thing right now."

"Shoot," he says as he flosses and admires his hair at the same time.

"So how was it that I was so painfully obvious about wanting you this last
year and you had me completely fooled?" I fold my arms and try to look
serious and await his answer.

"It's kind of a long story," he laughs.  "I started really liking you in
the 6th grade.  In-"

"6TH GRADE?" I interrupt.  "I was short AND scrawny then."

"Nah, you sell yourself short.  Do you remember that you were one of the
best players on our little league team?  Plus, you were so cute and funny."
He pokes me in the belly.

"I was such a... little kid."

"Anyway, in 5th grade, I remember some of the other guys start to talk
about girls they liked and I had no idea what they were talking about.
Girls were gross and annoying.  When 6th grade came around, I knew I knew I
was crushing on you and girls were just as gross.  I also knew that I could
never tell anyone about it, and I started to withdraw."

"I remember that.  You were an asshole for a while."

"Just sec...  Lemme brush my teeth." He acts as if we're having a mundane
conversation.  I don't think I've ever been more interested in what someone
is going to say in my life.  I patiently wait while he brushes, spits and
rinses.

"Anyway, the summer between 6th and 7th grade, I discovered the wonderful
world of masturbation!"  He makes a jerking off motion with his hand and I
roll my eyes.

"Those days are over, mister."

"Damn right.  Anyway, one time I was jerking off in my room and came just a
couple of minutes before you got to our apartment.  I found that after I
had just squirted, I was a normal person and I wasn't thinking about
kissing you or having sex with you all the time we were together.  After
that, I always tried to jerk off right before I was going to be spending
time with you."

"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"  I slap my forehead.  "I thought I was a pretty
smart guy, and I never even considered that!  I always jacked off AFTER I
had been around you for a while.  I was even going to break off our
friendship and try to get you a girlfriend!  Jesus."

"Really?" he looks shocked.  "Why?"

"Because I couldn't be around you without getting so turned on."

"Ooh, you think I'm sexy?"  He makes his sexy face and flexes his biceps
for me.

"I warned you, when you do that, I'm gonna have to kiss you," I say as I
walk over to him and plant one on him.  As I pull away he grabs my
shoulders, pulls me back in and shoves his tongue in my mouth.  I love the
slight minty taste of his mouth, as I had not yet brushed my teeth.  I rub
the back of his neck and work my fingers down his spine.  He starts
grinding his crotch into mine, and I think this would be a good time to
stop.

"Wait, did you jerk off today before I came over?" I ask as I really have
to put some effort into pushing him away.

"A little," he nods guiltily.

"You fuckwad!" I punch him in the shoulder.

"I'm sorry, dude."  He cracks up.  "I just thought I might nut all over you
when I was rubbing your back.  I almost did anyway.  Plus, I didn't know
what all was going to happen."

"Unbelievable."

"I'm so glad you didn't jerk off, though.  That jizzing on my t-shirt thing
was SO hot."  I don't realize that I'm sitting on the toilet as I try to
process what he's said.  "Do you want some privacy?" he asks with a smile.

"No, no, I'm fine."  We laugh.

We finish up in the bathroom and head into Luke's bedroom.  My heart is
pounding.  Luke's room has two twin beds which are across the room from
each other.  Denise had bought a second bed a few years ago in case he had
a friend sleep over, and I'm the only one that's ever slept in it.  I sit
on the bed I usually use, and Luke crosses the room to sit on his.  He's
checking his cell phone and pretending to ignore me.  I figure I should
check mine, too... no messages.  I should set the alarm on this phone.
Let's see... Denise will get up at 5am.  I'll set it for 4:55 so I'll have
time to get back in the other bed.  She usually does a really good job of
staying quiet in the morning when she's getting ready and we're trying to
sleep.  Still, I remember a couple of times when she came in to wake up
Luke really early and ask him something before she left.  I'll set my
second alarm for 5:50. She usually leaves around then, and when I hear the
front door close, I can jump back in Luke's bed.  We should be able to
cuddle for forty more minutes before we have to get up... maybe we can do
more than cuddle...  My phone vibrates.  I have 1 new text message.  I see
it's from Luke and I open it.  No words, it only says: ===D

Chapter 6

I look up at Luke with a guilty smile after seeing his text.  He's sitting
on his bed slightly bouncing and giggling.

"What?"  My dick starts to tingle as I watch his bubbling excitement.

"I dunno... it's just... I'm horny ALL the fuckin' time!  And it used to be
like... jerkin' off before you came over... sneakin' to the bathroom to
jerk off... waitin' till you fall asleep and jerkin' off under the
covers... adjustin' and hidin' my boner...  But now, it's like everything's
changed.  We can do whatever we want... we can just fuckin' MAKE
OUT... then fuckin' SUCK DICK... and eat fuckin' CUM whenever we
want... then we can make out some more... Holy shit, there's gonna be SO
MUCH CUM!"

"I know... it's surreal.  I still feel like it's a dream, though.  I guess
it hasn't sunk in yet."  I feel my body start to shiver with anticipation,
but I try to keep it together.  "I feel like I've just fantasized it all in
my head... and when I look up at you, it'll just be the old Luke and I'll
have to go back to pretending I'm straight."

"What can I do to help it sink in?"  He leans back on his bed with his sexy
smile.  I see the outline of his hard dick through his nylon basketball
shorts.

"Uhh... you promise not to laugh?"

"Yeah, whatever you wanna do!"

"Can I just get in your bed... and get under the covers with you?"  I feel
my face turn red again, but it's better than sitting on my bed shivering.

"And then what?"  Luke eagerly gets under the covers and holds them open
for me.

"If you could just hold me... I mean, not that I don't wanna do other
stuff... I just—"

"You want me to spoon ya?"

"Yeah!"  I jump up and turn out the lights.  His reading lamp is still on,
so I turn it up towards the ceiling and climb into bed with him.  My
shivers immediately return as I feel his body against mine.

"Damn, dude!"  Luke scoots up against my back and tries to warm me up by
vigorously rubbing my arms.

"I'm okay, just hug me."

"Mmmm."  Luke gives me a bear hug.  His arms feel so warm and powerful.
"This feel good?"

"Yeah," I take a deep breath.  "Thanks.  I just... I dunno."

"This IS nice."  Luke whispers as he tenderly kisses my shoulder.  "I love
being close to you... sorry about the boner pokin' you in the butt."

"It's okay," we chuckle.  "I'll take care of that a little later."

"Damn, you make me feel so GOOD."  He hugs me so lovingly, and I turn my
head to give him a quick kiss.  He continues giving me light kisses on the
back of the neck and then wraps his hands on top of mine, interlocking our
fingers under the covers.

"Wow."  I have to remind myself to breathe.  "You're makin' me feel pretty
good, too."

"So I was thinkin'..."  His voice snaps me out of my bliss.  "I need to
come up with a nickname or somethin' for you while we're... ya
know... lovin'.  Garrett is kinda hard to say in the heat of the moment.
You're probably already tired of hearing `man' and `dude'."

"I dunno... `man' and `dude' are just so... YOU... and they make me feel
all manly.  What're you thinkin'?" I ask with a huge smile.

"Let's see... Garrett... Garrett... Garretty?... Retty?"

"Barfo."

"Gary?"

"I have a fat uncle with a moustache named Gary."

"Oh yeah," he chuckles.  "How `bout pumpkin... or punkin?"

"No way."

"Sparky?  Spanky?  Spunky?"

"No, No, No."

"How `bout short-stack?"

"How `bout F U?"  He hugs me again as we chuckle.

"Hotness?"  He moans and kisses me on the shoulder.

"Nope."

"How `bout Veronica?"

"All right.  I mean, NO!"

"How `bout G-spot?" He pokes me in the ribs and I jolt.

"How `bout just G?" I jump on the only reasonably tolerable one so far.

"G it is!" He squeezes me and grinds his dick against my left butt cheek.
"Mmmmm G," he whispers in my ear, his hot and minty breath gives me chills.
"Ohhhh G... Fuck yeah, G... That feels so good, G.... " He starts to get a
little louder.  "Yeah, suck it, G.  Yeah, G!  I'm gonna fuckin' nut, G!
Eat that fuckin' CUM, G--"

"I think I get it," I can't help but laugh, so I flip over to face him.  I
kiss him to shut him up, which was probably his plan from the start.  In
about three seconds, the kiss quickly develops into the most passionate
we've had so far.  This time, it's much slower and much more tender without
the frenzied horniness.  I pull back to take a breath and see how the kiss
affected him.

"Kissin' you is the fuckin' best, G."  He smiles as he strokes my hair.
"Yeah, `G' is perfect."

"Kissing would be my favorite... if it wasn't for that whole
`hot-cock-cumming-in-my-mouth' thing."

"Yeah, that's pretty fuckin' hot... but man, I've been thinkin' about
kissin' you for SO long... and it feels SO good... and you're SO good at
it..."  I bring my lips to his slowly with a smile.  The pressure's on now;
I have to make this the best kiss so far.

I hold the sides of his jaw with both hands as I start off very tenderly,
touching my lips to his and gently pressing into him until my mouth is
completely sealed on his.  Luke brings me in closer, wrapping his arms
around my back.  He quickly brings the lower halves of our bodies together,
as his legs snake around my ass.  His crotch is so hot and I can feel his
shaft pressed up against mine, each throbbing cock unfortunately encased in
our baggy nylon shorts.

Luke moans as we inch deeper into each other's mouths.  I know this is no
ordinary kiss.  This is a sex-kiss.  I'm gonna make Luke cum from this
kiss.  I'm learning what Luke responds to... what to do with my tongue and
the way I massage his lips with mine.  I love to play with his hair and
hold the back of his head when I'm really workin' inside his mouth.  All
things considered, Luke seems to love it most when I press down on the
small of his back and help him grind his dick into mine.

Luke begins to slowly grind against my crotch as the passion grows.  With
one particularly long humping movement, Luke whimpers into my mouth and I
know he's passed the point of no return.  He's going to cum... hard.  I
can't believe he's so into this.  I can't believe he's so into me!  I'm
driving him crazy with this.  I clutch the back of his neck as I kiss him
as hard as I possibly can.  He's loving every second of this kiss and he's
loving every move I make with every part of my body.  The feeling of Luke
unloading from this kiss makes my dick respond with its own squirts.  I
hump each stream into my shorts, every single one full of white-hot desire
for my guy.

As our dicks soften and seem to fall asleep, Luke breaks the kiss to catch
his breath and look at me with his big wide-eyed grin.

"Wow!" he pants before returning his lips to mine.  We share a kiss that is
simultaneously exhausted, thankful and congratulatory.  Luke jerks his head
back again with surprise.  "G, what the FUCK are we still doing in our
clothes?"  We both laugh as we slink out of bed.

"These smell so cummy."  I really notice the strong, sweaty, sexy aroma as
we emerge from under the covers, carefully peeling our clothes off.  "The
whole room smells really cummy."

"I know."  Luke sniffs the air with a smile.  "Now, get back in that bed.
I gotta get that hot naked body next to mine so we can continue where we
left off."

"Okay," I smile.  I start to feel strange, but it's nothing that kissing
Luke won't cure.  I jump back into bed and Luke wraps the sweaty, cummy
covers around us.  He shivers with pleasure as we lock our bodies together,
and immediately plunge into a deep kiss.

My strange feeling begins to grow.  I've never had this feeling before, but
it's certainly intense.  I can't be about to cum again so soon, and it
doesn't feel like I have to pee.  The feeling starts to overwhelm me and I
can't help but worry.  Surely, I wasn't going to puke.  Finally, I have to
pull my head away from him and I wince with pain.  Suddenly, I explode with
tears and I try desperately to stifle my sobbing.  I hold my hand over my
mouth, but it's no good.  I've totally lost control.

"No, no, no!"  Luke quickly grabs my face, "Garrett, what's wrong?  What's
wrong, baby?"

I want to tell him that I don't know why it's happening, but I can't form
any words.  Finally, I bury my head in his chest and I feel him wrap an arm
around my back, holding me firmly.  With his other hand, he lightly strokes
my hair...  I can't stop sobbing.

I keep trying to speak with no success.  After a few minutes, I'm able to
take three deep breaths without a sob.  I take one more and try to force
out a sentence.

"I'm sorry, Luke.  I don't know what happened."  I look up at him and see
his eyes have welled up with tears.  One drips down his cheek, and I wipe
it away with my thumb.  "I'm so sorry.  I guess all the pain and anxiety
I've been going through these past couple 'a years were just released on
you."  I wipe another tear off of his cheek as he does the same for me.

"Everything's gonna to be all right, now.  Everything's gonna be FUCKING
AMAZING!  Don't cry, dude."  His voice cracks.  "It just rips me apart to
see you cry."

"You just have no idea what it means for me to be able to KISS YOU."  I
take another deep breath.  "And you don't know what it means to me for you
to kiss me back."  I feel my cheeks flush.

"I think I have some idea of what it might mean to you."  Luke's eyes
become misty again, but his smile and voice are unwavering.  "G, this isn't
just some `bros helping out bros' kind of thing.  This isn't even just
incredibly hot sex.  The reason you make me feel SO good is cuz... Cuz I
love you."  I immediately burst into tears again and I bury my face back in
his chest.  He resumes holding me and stroking my hair as I emote all over
his muscular pecs.  He continues to squeeze me tight and I hear him
sniffle.  "I love you so much... SO much.  I wanted to say it all day.  I
SHOULDA been saying it all day.  Actually, I did say it when I was walking
off the mound towards you when you made that catch... not that you could
hear it, but I did say it.  It's just that we've been makin' out and
suckin' dick and shootin' cum all day, and I just wanted it to be
special... when I said it for the first time."

"Luke, I—" I gasp as I jerk my head back up to look at him.  He puts his
hand over my mouth to stop me.

"I don't want you to say it just cuz I did.  I want you to wait until you
really feel like sayin' it."  Luke smiles as he continues to hold his hand
over my mouth and I eventually nod to let him know that I understand.  When
he releases me, I push him over on his back, climb on top of him and
straddle his waist.  I touch my forehead to his and pin his arms to the
mattress over his head.  He bites his lip with anticipation as we lock
eyes.

"Look!"  I begin and take a dramatic deep breath to lengthen the pause.
"I... LOVE... YOU!  And trust me, I'm feelin' it right now!  It's not just
the sex for me, too... although I fuckin' love it and I fuckin' love every
inch of your body!"  Luke giggles and I feel his dick start to grow under
me, which makes mine do the same.  "I love everything about you!  I love
the eighty-seven ways you smile.  I love how you're nice to dorks and
you're never stuck-up... although you TOTALLY could be and no one would
hold it against you cuz you're so adorable.  I love how you're
so... effortlessly comfortable socially, and I'm SO not... but you never
make me feel awkward or stupid or unworthy of you.  I love how whenever you
buy something... food or clothes or whatever... you always buy something
for me, too.  I love how just the sight of you at school can make a shitty
day into a great day... even if you don't see me.  I love how you never
show me up at the gym even though you can do way more than I can.  I love
when you give me that goofy face when I get down on myself at a game.  I
love that you let me put my head on your shoulder and sleep on the drive
home from camping last fall—"

"I had the biggest boner!"  He bursts out laughing.  "I can't believe you
didn't see it!"

"I was trying not to look down there."

I remember the scene so clearly... I remember loving being so close to him
and trying not to freak out.  I was right up against him, riding in the
back seat with him and my stupid brother.  I was so nervous, but I had
gotten no sleep on the camping trip.  Luke was so intoxicating and I let my
senses overwhelm my nerves that day...  I shake my head and bring myself
back to the matter at hand.

"I love... to love you!  I even loved it when I thought there was zero
chance you'd return it and it made me miserable.  I still couldn't help but
love you.  And now... I love kissing you... I love how you look when I'm
about to kiss you or how you look when I just finished kissing you and I
LOVE that I can make you cum."

"REALLY hard!" He's squirming under me, enjoying my monologue.

"This is epic... EPIC love!  What does what's-her-name say to Edward at the
end of that vampire movie?  She loves him more than anyone has ever loved
anyone else?  Well FUCK HER!  I love you WAY more than that!"

Luke reaches up to grab my head and brings mine down for another kiss.  A
whimper and a gasp escape his lips and I can tell what I just said made him
emotional.  After a moment, I sit back up and look him over, still holding
his hands in mine above his head.  His smile is so huge and full of love,
it looks like it could permanently stick.  Another tear rolls down his
cheek.

"Uhh... sorry.  I hope all that didn't freak you out."  I smile back,
biting my lip.

"Nah, you just confirmed a suspicion that I had."

"What?"

"That you love me almost as much as I love you."  I jab him in the ribs and
begin tickling him with great intensity.  He shrieks out and we freeze,
hoping we didn't wake up his mom.  We lay motionless for a moment,
listening to the silence, praying we don't hear a stir from her room.  If
she knocks or comes in here, she'll know exactly what's going on.  I
wouldn't be surprised if she could smell the sex all the way in her
bedroom, anyway.

When the period of silence seems safe enough, I collapse back on top of
Luke and roll to his side.  I wrap my arms around him and lay my head on
his shoulder.

"Being in love is pretty intense, huh?" he whispers, stroking my hair.

"Yeah.  I can't believe we have to go to school tomorrow.  It seems like we
should have a two-week honeymoon where we wouldn't have to get out of bed."

"Holy shit, that would be so fuckin' awesome," Luke says a little too
loudly.

"It's almost one-thirty.  We have to get some sleep!  I hate being sleepy
at school.  Do you want me to... go sleep over there so we can at least TRY
to sleep?"

"If you think I want you anywhere but RIGHT HERE in my arms, you're fuckin'
crazy!"

"Okay, that's it.  I just zoomed WAY past you on that one.  It's official.
I love you more."

"No way, man.  When I said that, my love for you was still growing.  It's
still way out of your reach."

"Do you want me to poke you in the ribs again?"

"Okay we're tied," he giggles.  I give him a peck on the lips and jump up
to turn off his reading lamp.  With the room completely dark, I slink back
into his bed and into his arms.

"All right.  Good night kiss."  I kiss him several times and linger on the
last one.  Satisfied, I cuddle up wondering if I'll get a minute of sleep.

"One more."  Luke kisses me again with an unfulfilled moan.  He goes in for
another and forces his tongue into my mouth.  I giggle and squirm away from
him.

"We can't play `one more kiss' all night.  We have to get to sleep!"

"I know, I know!"  We try one more kiss and I cuddle up with him again.  He
takes a few deep breaths as I enjoy holding onto his naked body.
"Shit... I forgot something."

""What?" I whine, not wanting to move.

"'Scuse me.  Pardon me."  I try to hold onto him, but he seems to be
climbing over me.  As he gets right over me, he lowers his body onto mine.
"I forgot that I'm horny again."

"Yeah, me too."  I rub my hands around his back and shoulders, taking in
the feeling.  I sense his dick cozying up to mine, begging for some
attention.  "You want me to suck it?"

"Nah, just kiss me like you did a little while ago, and I'll cum ALL OVER
you."

"Mmmm... sounds good."  I grab onto him as he begins a passionate kiss.
The feeling of his naked body on top of mine is more than I can handle.
For the first time, we've hit the height of our horniness and love for each
other at the same instant.  Being underneath Luke as he's loving me is the
best feeling I've ever had.  It takes only seconds for me to reach a
frenzied orgasm, and Luke moans as he begins to feel my hot cum between us.
Soon, he adds his own load, steamy and intense, thrusting his hips wildly.
Our passionate kiss turns again to exhaustion as Luke collapses to my side.
I continue to hold onto him and I recognize his breathing pattern as deep,
exhausted sleep.  It really does seem like his perfect game was days
ago... so much has happened since then.  I guess his body finally has had
enough... I can't believe he squirted as much and lasted as long as he did.

"Love you," I whisper to see if he's really asleep.  His breathing pattern
doesn't change, so I sneak fingers of cum from under the covers and lick
them up with guilty pleasure.  Finally satisfied, I wrap Luke's arms back
around me and bring about a perfect end to a perfect day.

Chapter 7 My phone alarm penetrates through the deepest sleep of my life
and as I regain the ability to think, I jerk my head over to make sure I'm
still in Luke's bed and in his arms.

"So, it wasn't just a dream," he smiles with his eyes still closed.

"Nope," I whisper.  "I gotta get in the other bed.  Your mom is gonna be up
in a few minutes."

"Nnn-nnn," He grabs on to me, but I wriggle away.

"I set my alarm to go off again right after your mom leaves for work.  Then
I'll come and get back in bed with you."  Luke groans and clutches onto the
pillow I was using, bringing it into his chest.  I cross the room silently
and crawl into my old bed, unable to stop smiling.  This hour is going to
be so long.  There's no way I'll be able to get back to sleep now.  I know
I'll just be reliving every moment of yesterday-- Suddenly, I feel Luke
crawl into bed with me.

"Luke, no!"  I try to protest through my giggles.

"She's not gonna come in here."  He wraps his arms and legs around me.

"She might.  She did a couple weeks ago, remember?"  I can't believe my
mouth is saying these words.  His body feels so perfect against mine.
Right now, I wouldn't care if everyone in the world could see us.

"How much longer are you gonna pretend you don't want me?"  Luke gives me
the smile I can't resist.

"That's all I got."  I put my arms around his shoulders.

"Good."  He whispers as our bodies link together, resulting in a passionate
kiss.

* * * * *

It's 6th period, American History.  The school day is almost over.  I've
been in a fog all day.  I haven't been able to concentrate on anything in
any class.  I try to stop my thoughts of Luke, but they creep in every few
seconds.  All day, I feel like I've been on the verge of laughter or
crying.  I've actually spontaneously started doing both on multiple
occasions today.  I panicked and told some kids that my cat died during one
of my crying jags, and I don't even have a cat.  The laughter was easier to
hide.  I'd just slip out my phone and pretend I was reading a text.
Mmmm... the texts.  I take my phone out of my pocket to reread all of our
texts from today.  I think I can get through them again without crying.
We're watching a movie, and a lot of other kids have their phones out.  The
teacher doesn't seem to care.  Actually, I think he's looking at his phone,
too.

Before 2nd period: Luke: "Hey, ur my bf now.  Text me somethin bf-ish."
Me: "We can't do this!  1 of us could get our phone taken and some teachers
read texts!"  Luke: "Jus text me b4 or after class."  Me: "K."  Luke: "I'm
waaaaaiting..."  Me: "I think ur cute.  There, satisfied?"  Luke: "I think
ur cute, sexy, smart, funny and the guy of my dreams."  Me: "Ur makin me
cry again!!!  I already cried 2x and they want me 2 C a counselor.  Save
that stuff 4 later!"  Luke: "K... Luv u! :p" Me: "Luv u2.  & thanks 4 what
u said."  Luke: "<3"

Before 3rd period: Luke: "Hey" Me: "Hey" Luke: "U as horny as I am?"  Me:
"Quit!"  Luke: "That didnt make u cry did it? :)" Me: "No.  Im trying not
to think about that cuz thats all I think about if I let myself."  Luke: "I
cant help it.  Got such a bone 4 U."  Me: "Me 2.  Lucky I have my baggy
shorts on.  A lot easier 2 hide it."  Luke: "Ur ass looks so hot in those
shorts."  Me: "How? U can't even see it."  Luke: "I can see the outline of
ur perfect cheeks.  I just want to grab em n' kiss u so hard."  Me: "Crying
again."

Between 3rd and 4th period, I have a daily routine, which I innocently
refer to as my "Luke fix".  It's actually more like stalking.  Since Luke
and I have no classes together, I would never see him at school.  That was
just unacceptable.  We're actually never even in the same building at the
same time.  I have Luke's schedule memorized, so I was able to pick the
break between 3rd and 4th period as the time that it was possible for me to
see him.  I could stand behind a tree and see him walking from his locker
between the B and C buildings to his next class.  He's always got people
hanging all over him, and I liked to see who he's talking to.  It always
ruined my day when he was talking to and smiling at a girl.  I'd have this
sick feeling in my stomach the rest of the day, but it was always worth the
gamble.  I had to see him and check out his sexy hair and how his legs look
in his shorts.  On game days, he sometimes wore his uniform to class all
day.  Watching him walk around the corner of the C building in his sexy
baseball glory was always enough to get my dick hard.  I can never look at
him during a game for long.  I need to keep my wits about me.

After 3rd period, I quickly ran to my observation point.  I've had my heart
in my throat all during math.  I keep thinking I'll see him talk to a girl
and I'll fly into some jealous rage.  I keep telling myself that he can
talk to girls... but I know exactly how I'll feel if I see him talking to
one.

Luke: "What u wanna do when we get home? ;-p" Me: "We don't have practice.
We have to go to the gym!"  Luke: "We can do whatever we want."  Me: "I'm
not letting u slack on ur workouts.  I luv u 2 much."  Luke: "Maybe we can
fool around in the parking lot. :)"

It was at this point, I saw Luke come around the corner of the B building.

Sitting at my desk in 6th period, I close my eyes and take a deep breath
for a second so I can remember exactly what he looked like.

He was by himself for only the second time ever since I've started getting
my "Luke fix".  He had his earbuds in and he was staring at his phone with
that sexy grin... perfect.  I would have liked to keep my routine a secret,
but I just had to see him smile and look right into my eyes.

Me: "I C U :)))))"

Luke jerked his head around quickly as his smile widened.  He spotted me
almost immediately and jogged over to me.

"Hey," he said, nonchalantly.

"Sup," I replied, biting my lip and looking at the ground next to him.  I
chickened out and couldn't look him in the eye, after all.  I was afraid
I'd start crying again.

"What are you doing over here?" he asked nervously, kicking a nub of
crabgrass.

"I just wanted to see you for a second." I whispered, finally looking up in
his eyes.

"Oh yeah?  That's good cuz there's a secret that I need to tell you."

"Really?"  I felt my heart beating up in my ears.

"Yeah."  He leaned forward and cupped his hands around my ear.  He started
giggling as he gave me a hot kiss on the ear.  I almost crumpled to the
ground, but I caught myself just as my knees were about to buckle.

"You serious?" I pretended he actually said something as I looked around to
see if anyone had noticed what he'd done.  No one was paying any attention
or even looking at us, which is rare when Luke is around.

"Yup.  It's true," he said with a very quick wink that buckled my knees all
over again.  "I gotta go."

"Yeah, me too."  I had to run as fast as I could to get to class before the
bell, but I felt like I was floating.  I had to take some deep breaths to
keep from crying again.

Before my 5th period, which is Luke's lunch: Luke: "Dude, I fuckin' reek!"
Me: "Has ur mom not had the deodorant talk with you yet?"  Luke: "No, I can
smell my pre."  Me: "Pre dont smell!"  Luke: "I cant stop leakin it!  And
some girl said she could smell my fairmoans, but I dont know how 2 spell it
so I cant google it."  Me: "I think she means ur pheromones.  It's your sex
smell that you give off to attract a mate.  I'll cut that bitch if she
keeps smellin' u.  That stuff's all 4 me."  Luke: "That stuffs all cuz of
u."  Me: "I cant wait to be with u."  Luke: "Me 2.  Fuck man, school is
like a million times more miserable now."  Me: "Ya, but after school is a
billion times better."

Before 6th period: Luke: "I can't stand it anymore.  I gotta get a bathroom
pass and go jerk off."  Me: "Don't u dare!  Ive been waitin 4 that load all
day."  Luke: "Sorry man, I feel like I'm gonna die."  Me: "DONT!"  Luke:
"You could meet me :-p" Me: "No way."  Luke: "Why not?"  Me: "We'd get
caught!  It wouldn't be a quick blow and that's it.  I'd have to kiss you
and it would go on and on and... fuck, I can't even think about it."  Luke:
"Mmmmmmmmm <3<3<3<3<3<3<3" Me: "LOL I'm turning off my phone!"

I look up at the clock.  I'm almost positive the minute hand has moved
backwards two minutes since the last time I checked.  There are so many
things I want to talk to Luke about.  We didn't really get to talk much
yesterday... our mouths were usually occupied.  Maybe we can talk during
our workout if we're careful.  Most people are listening to their music or
concentrating on their own activities at the gym.

Finally, the bell rings.  I run to my locker without trying to look too
eager, but my heart is racing.  I get my books and make a bee-line for the
parking lot.  I see Luke leaning up against my car; he's even sexier than
when I saw him earlier.  His smile is penetrating my chest and making my
heart beat even faster.

"G, this has been the longest day in history," he says as we jump in the
car.

"No shit," I turn the ignition and peel out of my parking spot.  "So, did
you?"

"Did I what?"

"Did you go jerk off?"

"Nah, man," he chuckles.  "I actually did go to bathroom to do it, but
there was some kid in there taking a shit and I sorta wasn't in the mood
anymore."

"So are you in the mood now?"

"All it took was seeing you appear in the parking lot.  You woke him up."
He rubs his dick, showing me the outline in his shorts.

"Good," I chuckle nervously as I drive to the gym.  "So, does it
feel... you know, weird?"

"Does what feel weird?"

"Just this.  Going from being buddies to... man, we really went a long way
on day one.  On top of all we did, we said `I love you' n' junk.  We said a
lot more than that."

"I don't feel weird.  I just feel relieved... majorly relieved.  It's been
like the one thing on my mind for a really long time and now, all that
confusion, hesitation, wondering shit.  That's all gone.  I'm also relieved
for you cuz I know you must've gone through the same thing... maybe worse."
"Yeah, at least you had an idea.  I was totally in the dark.  Muy stupido!"

"Oh yeah, and also... I'm really, REALLY happy.  Relieved and really,
really happy."

"Me too."  I reach over and grab his hand, forgetting any weirdness.

"So, do you feel weird?"

"Sometimes.  It's surreal.  I mean I can look over at you and I still can't
believe I get to kiss your lips, for instance."

"These?" He puckers them and makes kissy noises, and we bust up.

"Yeah, it's like a dream... and it feels like I'm gonna wake up or snap out
of it.  I was just getting to the point of convincing myself that this was
never a possibility and I'd have to get over you if I ever wanted to have
anything resembling a normal, happy life."

"You'll never have to get over me, G.  You may have to get under me, but
not over me."  I reach out and pinch his arm as we bust up laughing again.

We finish the 10-minute drive to the gym, stealing quick kisses and rubbing
each other's thighs and crotches all the way.  I quickly learn how to drive
with constant distractions.  We pull into the parking lot of the gym.

"You wanna mess around before or after our workout?"

"That depends.  If you brought a towel for mopping up sweat and one for
mopping up pre, then we can work out first.  If not, I need a release."

"Me too!"  I smile as imagine the gym equipment drenched in his pre.  "Let
me drive around the back of the building and see if we can have some
privacy."

"I like the way you think, G," he says as I drive around back and see
several cars parked behind the building.

"I think this is an employee exit.  There might be too much traffic."

"Try over there!" He points to the strip mall across the street.  His bicep
is right in front of my face, so I give it a little kiss.  "There's nuthin'
behind that building."

I drive across the street and it's perfect.  There's a parking lot, but
it's totally empty.  There is one dumpster, but I park far enough away from
it so that we're far enough away from someone taking out their trash.

"You realize, that if we do this, we're going to have to eat the evidence,"
I say with one eyebrow raised.

"I think I can handle that," Luke whispers as he pulls my face in and we
lock lips.  I have sure missed this.  I push his cap off and toss it to the
back seat so I can run my fingers through his hair.  He tastes so amazing.
He starts undoing my shorts with one hand, so I work on his jeans.  He
makes quick work of my button and waistband, and quickly has my throbbing
cock in his hand.  We continue to make out as he gives me very gentle
strokes.  He suddenly breaks away and dives his head down towards my lap.
"Oh man," he manages to whisper before wrapping his mouth around my dick.
The first wave of pleasure comes over me, and my eyes roll back in my head.
I quickly open them and try to look around to see if anyone has entered the
parking lot.  I see nothing, but it's not like I could stop him even if
there were a hundred people crowded around the car.  I lightly run my
fingers up and down his back with my right hand as I continue to stroke his
hair with my left.  He's holding nothing back.  He's working me hard with
all of his skill.  He wants me to cum as quickly as possible.  The pleasure
builds up as his warm mouth engulfs me.

"I'm gonna... cum... Luke." I manage to get the words out somehow.

"Mmmmmhmmm," he doesn't hesitate as he awaits my load and speeds up his
sucking motion.  My body tenses up and I make a high-pitched moan, not
caring about the volume.  I feel myself start to release in his mouth and I
thrust my hips up.  I grab onto the headrest behind my head, as I don't
know what else to do with my hands.  I can feel Luke sucking it up as he
starts to moan through my orgasm.  I think he might be enjoying this, a
little.  I finally collapse back into my seat and start rubbing his back
again.  He's still at it, trying to get every last drop.

"That was great, man," I say, trying to catch my breath.  "and not weird at
all."

"Goddamn, G," he finally comes up from my lap and reclines his seat back.
"That was so hot, I'm about to cum, too."

"I told you it was better straight from the source."  I glance around once
more to see if anyone has snuck up.

"Yeah," he says trying to free his dick from his jeans.  I had neglected to
free it the rest of the way out of his shorts.  As he does, the smell
inside of his shorts explodes inside the car.

"Wow, I see what you mean about smelling your pre.  That's so fucking
awesome!"  I bury my head in his lap, inhaling the thick, sexy aroma.

"Quit sniffin' and start suckin'!" he whispers.

No teasing this time...  I know what he wants, and I'm going to give it to
him.  I start by forcefully rubbing my lips down his shaft a couple of
times, then take him into my mouth.  I force my tongue over his pressure
point repeatedly.  Quickly, he arches his back and starts to spasm.  He
really was ready to pop.  I'm not prepared for the amount of cum that's
jetting through my mouth, and some of it squirts out the side.  I start to
focus on swallowing as much as I can while still pleasuring him.  He's
totally flopping around the front seat and isn't trying to stifle his
screams, either.  I continue to devour all he has for me as his movements
finally start to calm down a little.

"Ohhhh G," he finally stops moving and I finally stop swallowing.

"That was delicious," I say as I smile up at him.  I then notice that quite
a bit escaped from those first couple of spurts, and it has gotten on his
jeans.  "Sorry about that, man," I say as I start to lick up what I can.

"That's ok, I'm changing anyway."

"So we're supposed to work out now?"  We look at each other and laugh.

"Maybe we can skip the warm-up," Luke says, still panting with exhaustion.

"Let's just do what we normally do.  Maybe we'll get a second wind."

After a last kiss, I turn on the ignition and the air conditioning hits us
in the face.  We both moan as we didn't realize how hot we were.  I drive
back across the street and park in front of the 24-hour Fitness.

"Let's take a quick shower first.  I bet we reek of sex," Luke says as we
get our bags out of the trunk.  I agree and we go in the front door.

A few guys on the team are already there and they cheer as we walk in.  For
a split second, I wonder if they're cheering us for finally getting
together, but I quickly realize they just haven't seen Luke since the end
of the game yesterday.  They motion for him to come over and talk, but we
just wave and hurry towards the locker room.  I hope no one gets
suspicious.  We hurriedly get out of our school clothes, tightly zip the
sex smell into our gym bags and jump into the shower.  A wave of relief
washes over me as I know we're in the clear.  I clean myself thoroughly,
dry myself off and start to get in my workout clothes.  I see Luke getting
out of the shower, and I realize I'd better not look at him since there are
a couple of other guys in the locker room.  I don't want to get another
boner after all we just went through.

I wait for Luke to get dressed and we emerge from the locker room ready to
meet our adoring fans.  We go through a play-by-play of the game with them.
We give each other devilish smiles as they have no idea what we've been up
to.  We eventually break away to start our workout.

"Put your earphones in your ears, but don't turn on your music so we can
talk," I whisper as we get on the treadmill to warm up.  He obeys.  "Holy
shit," I whisper over the drone of the treadmill.

"What?"

"We're like... a couple."

"Umm, you're my man, my boyfriend, my lover, my guy, my G, and I love you
very much," he whispers.  "I thought we had already covered that."

"I just didn't realize it until we're out in public like this.  To other
people, we're a COUPLE... not that they know, but it's still kinda
mind-blowing." I try not to smile but it's impossible.  I figure I should
wait a couple more minutes before I ask him any more questions.  We finish
our warm-up and move over to the machines to start our circuit.  We're far
enough away from anyone else, so I continue.

"You know, you've said some pretty nasty things about gay people," I say
with halting words.  He looks at me as if to say, 'So?'  Eventually, after
an uncomfortable pause, he thinks he knows what I'm after.

"Sorry, dude."

"No, it's not that.  I was just wondering if you were just trying to keep
people from thinking you were gay or you really meant what you said."

"Well, I do feel that way sometimes."  A couple of women walk by and we go
back to the chest press.

"What do you mean?" I say as they start to leave.

"Well, it's hard for me to identify myself with gay people from what I see
on TV, like on that awful gay channel.  I see the people on those shows and
I'm like, no wonder people vote 'Yes' on Prop 8 in California.  Gay people
can be fucking annoying!"

"Yeah, I know what you mean, but it's not like we can separate ourselves at
this point.  We're at a crucial period.  The generation that grew up
thinking homosexuality was a mental illness is starting to die off, and I
really believe our generation isn't going to buy into all the religious
bullshit.  I think we really have a shot at being open and accepted for
most of our lives."

"I thought you were a good little church boy!" Luke whispers with fake
surprise.

"It's all part of my master plan," I say, rubbing my hands together in an
evil fashion.  "I found out that if I do things that my parents like, I get
more freedom.  So I go to church every Sunday and get good grades.  That
way, they let me do what I want, which is spending time with you."

"That's what I want to... lots and lots of time," he smiles as we switch
machines.  "I'm glad I don't have to go to church.  It would make me
fucking flip out."

"I can tune it all out.  It took lots of practice, but I just think of you
and I can block it all out."

"Nice."

"Ok, new subject: celebrity crushes.  Go." I look at him and he smiles and
blushes a little.  I can't wait to hear what he's going to say.

"I dunno, you go first," he giggles nervously.

"I guess we should start with Team Edward or Team Jacob."

"Uhh, neither.  Tell me if they ever start to make out with each other.
Otherwise, I'll pass."

"Ok fine.  I'm with Team Edward.  I find that Taylor Lautner's bad acting
seems to overshadow his abs."  We chuckle.

"How `bout the Biebs?" I ask.

"Umm, he looks like a girl.  Actually, he looks like one of those porcelain
girl dolls,"

"Jonas brothers?"

"Maybe a couple of years ago."

"One Direction?"

"Yeah, I'd do 'em," he says a little too quickly.  I raise my eyebrow.  "I
mean, only if you were involved somehow."  We chuckle again.

"Who else?" I ask.

"Umm...  I know! Matt Sarazen from Friday Night Lights!" he whispers
loudly.

"Good choice!  I had forgotten about him."

"His new show sucks, though."

"How about baseball players?"

"Hmmm," he thinks.

"Longoria?"

He gives me the so-so sign.

"Braun?"

"Nah."

"Trout?"

"He's okay."

"Harper?"

"Minus the beard."

"A-rod?"

He pretends to throw up in his mouth.

"Whew," I smile as I wipe my brow.

"We'd better shut up and get out of here," I say and he nods in agreement.

After a few minutes, we finish our workout.  We go get our bags and leave
in our sweaty workout gear.  I have just enough time to take Luke back to
his place and get to my house before dinner.  I smack his hands away on the
drive as he tries to rub my legs and crotch.  I don't want to have a big
boner at the family dinner table, and we don't even have time for another
quickie.  I finally pull up to his apartment complex.  I want to give him a
good-bye kiss, but there are lots of people around.  I can tell he wants
the same thing.  I look around for a private place, which gives me an idea.

"Have you seen Brokeback Mountain?" I ask.

"Of course."

"Ok, let's reenact the scene where Jack first comes to visit Enis at his
house on the stairs over there.  No one will be able to see us.  Your
staircase is secluded enough."

"I love it!"  He laughs.

We both jump out of the car and race over to the stairs.  I beat him, so as
he comes up behind me, he grabs me and throws me up against the wall and
kisses me violently.  I push him back and throw him up against the same
wall.  We both laugh through the entire kiss.

"I gotta go, man."  I finally push him away, listening for any approaching
footsteps.

He sighs with disappointment.  "Call me tonight after you finish dinner."

"You got it."  One more peck and I leave him for the day.

I drive home in total bliss.  I don't even feel exhausted from the sex or
the workout.  I just feel perfect.  I sing along to the music on the radio,
as every song is about Luke and me.  Amazing how they all know exactly what
I'm feeling.  I turn onto my street and a shiver of fear replaces the
bliss.  I see Luke's mom's car parked out in front of my house.

Chapter 8

I pull into my driveway and I see that Denise is sitting in her car talking
on her cell phone.  She sees me and starts motioning for me to come over to
her car.  She hangs up and rolls down the window.

"Hi, Garrett!  Get in the car for a second.  I need to talk to you about
something," she says.  She doesn't seem angry or suspicious or anything, so
I casually get in her car.

"What's up?" I try to sound as calm as possible, but I have a huge lump in
my throat.

"How was school today?" I can tell she's nervous, too.

"Fine."

"Did you and Luke work out?"

"Yeah, we just finished."

She takes a deep breath and my pulse doubles.

"Look, I know what's going on between you two."  My worst fears are
confirmed, but I'm not ready to admit anything.

"What have we done now?"  I say sarcastically.  I need to work on my acting
skills.

"I know you're having sex," she mutters and looks out the window.  I'm
mortified.  I feel my face start to turn red, so I bury my face in my
hands.  There's no point in denying it now because I look as guilty as I
possibly could.

"He told you?"  I manage to squeak the words out.

"No, no," she chuckles.  "I used my lawyerly powers of deduction."

"Huh?"

"When I got home yesterday and smelled all the air freshener and Febreze, I
thought you guys had been smoking pot.  It really confused me because it
seemed so out of character for both of you with your baseball and fitness
obsessions.  Plus, I didn't have any evidence, so I couldn't confront you."

"We don't do drugs."  I want to tell her that Luke is my drug, but it
doesn't seem appropriate.

"I know!  I put it all together when I saw that Luke had done a load of
laundry," she cackles.  "I don't think Luke has ever done a load of laundry
in his life!  It had to be sex.  Everything made sense after that.  Plus,
the fact that you guys were fooling around on the couch while we were
watching TV and then what went on in his bedroom after I went to bed...."

"Is there a hole I can crawl into somewhere?" I bury my face in my hands
again.

"I'm sorry, Garrett.  I didn't come here to torture you."  She pats my
back.  "In fact, I guess I'm happy about the situation.  I took the day off
from work so I could figure out what I wanted to say to you.  The more I
think about it, the more I think you'll be really good for each other."

"Really?"  I can't believe what I'm hearing.

"Yeah.  I've known that Luke was gay for about six months now.  I found a
magazine in his room when I was cleaning.  I didn't tell him because I
wanted him to come to me.  Actually, I was kind of relieved when I found
it."  I stare at her with disbelief.  "When Luke started to come into his
own these last couple of years, I thought for sure I'd be dealing with a
teenage pregnancy sooner or later.  I didn't think he was mature enough to
handle sex and the girls would be all over him."

"Most girls are too intimidated by him, I think.  He's a ten, and that's a
lot to handle for an insecure teenager," I can't believe I'm discussing
this with her.

"Maybe so," she says.  "Anyway, I know being gay will incredibly complicate
his life, but it sure makes mine a lot easier.  No teenage pregnancies, we
can go shopping together... and it means that we'll always be very close.
I can gush over him the rest of my life!" She pauses.  "I guess that's
selfish, but that's how I feel."

"So, let me get this straight.  You're happy that Luke and I are together
and you don't mind us... having sex?"

"Well, I guess I'm a little old-fashioned in that respect.  I would rather
that you and he started by holding hands and took things slow, so you'd
have a chance to fall in love."  The word `love' makes me burst into tears,
and I bury my face back in my hands.  "Hey, hey!"  She rubs my back until I
can get myself under control.

"I do love him, Mrs. Olson.  I love him SO much!  And he said he loves me,
too.  He told me he loved me the first night... which I guess was last
night.  So much has happened, it seems like so long ago... but I love him
and I'm sure he feels the exact same way."

"I don't mean to diminish your feelings, but being in love is a very
serious and deep connection.  It's very difficult for someone your age to
experience love with all the confusion and hormones.  I think what you two
are experiencing is infatuation."

"Mrs. Olson, I fell in love with Luke a long time ago.  Even when I thought
there was no way he was gay, I loved him as a friend, and I loved him... in
the relationship I had created in my mind.  I can't imagine having any
deeper feelings for him than I have right now... and he really feels the
same.  We actually have this joke or competition thing... about who loves
who more."

"Wow, you boys are sure moving fast.  I still think you are incredibly
infatuated with each other, but that's not a bad way to start things off,
and telling each other that you love each other isn't a bad thing, either.
I just want to let you know that eventually, the infatuation fades and
you'll have to learn to live with the things about Luke that aren't so
loveable.  After a while, if Luke is being a big baby after losing a game
or oversleeps and misses something that's important to you, and you can
still look at him with that warm feeling in your heart, then that's love."

"Been there, done that.  I think you just convinced me even more that what
I'm feeling is love."

"Okay, okay.  I guess Luke is a loveable guy... besides his looks and all,
he's very romantic."

"I know!  I had no idea!  That's probably the thing I love most about him.
All this time, I was so in love with his body, and I knew he was nice `n
all, but I had no idea he had that romantic side.  How did you know?"

"Oh, he cried at some romantic movies.  He tried to hide it, but I knew he
was getting choked up.  Plus, he asked me a lot of questions about love.
Once I knew he was gay, I knew he was asking those things about you."

"What did he say?!?" I almost shout.

"I can't tell you that.  I just know that he'll make a very good
boyfriend," she smiles.

"So you're not disappointed that you'll never have grandchildren?"

"Hell, no!  I've already raised one big baby... I don't need to do that
again.  I work my ass off now and I want to enjoy my retirement!"

"Thank you for being so cool about this," I say.

"Okay, but I need to ask you some questions," she says in low voice.

"Do I need to put my hands over my face again?" I ask.

"Yeah, you might want to," she laughs.  "Have you ever had sex with anyone
else?"

"No!" I snap my head up to look her in the eye so she will believe me.

"Has Luke?"

"I really don't think so."

"Good.  My greatest fear once I learned he is gay is that he would have
unprotected sex with random men.  I hope that by supporting your
relationship, it will help keep you both from doing that.  His safety is my
number one priority.  That's why I'm giving you this."  She hands me a key.
"This is the key to our apartment.  I want it to be a place where you and
Luke can be together and be safe."  I look at it like she's handed me a
diamond worth a million dollars.

"Thank... you," I stammer.

"However, this comes with several conditions."  She notices how awestruck I
am.  "Number one: The apartment is your place to be together.  I don't want
you boys to be open about your sexuality in public, and I don't want you to
be having sex in public places."  I feel my cheeks flush again.  "We live
in Arizona, and it's a red state.  You never know when some awful violent
person could spot you and do something unthinkable."

"You're right."  I nod.

"Number two: His schoolwork doesn't suffer.  In fact, he needs to bring his
grades up a little.  He seems to be starting to believe that fantasy that
he'll be a superstar pitcher and he won't need an education.  You and I
will have to make sure he's doing his work.  You cannot do any work for him
and you can't help him cheat.  I'm dead serious about this, and I want you
to help me get his attitude turned around."

"I understand."

"Finally, I really think it will be a good idea for you to tell your
parents."  The panic returns.  "I feel a large amount of guilt making these
arrangements for you boys and leaving them totally in the dark."

"I can't tell them!  It would DESTROY my mom.  She thinks that no one ever
has sex, EVER!  My dad would hate me.  He thinks I'm the All-American
church-going jock who will have lots of republican offspring.  He'd make me
talk to our pastor at church and try to figure out how he can exorcise the
devil out of me.  They're both way too closed-minded to handle this.  Also,
if my brother ever found out, he'd spread it all over school.  He hates
me."

"Well, I won't force you to tell them and I won't say anything.  I guess I
can hold onto the fact that I'm doing the right thing and that I'm
protecting you both."

"Thank you so much for being so cool.  Luke is a very lucky guy to have
such a great mom."

"Lucky on two accounts," she smiles and I blush again.  "Ok, please don't
call him before I get a chance to talk to him.  I have to pick up dinner."

"Thanks Mrs. Olson," I say, getting out of the car.

"Call me Denise." she smiles.

I start up the walkway to my front door and see my mom standing by the
front window watching me.  I smile and wave, trying not to look like I have
anything to hide.

"What did SHE want?" She greets me with fury.

"Oh, she's just planning a surprise for Luke and wanted my advice," I say.

"Are you upset?  You look like you've been crying."  She scrutinizes my
face.

"No, no... uhh... I was just laughing.  She said something really funny."

"Yes, she's SO FUNNY."  Mom makes a fist with both hands.  "I don't know
why she couldn't have just come in and said hi."

"I guess she figured you were getting dinner ready and she would just be
bothering you."  My logic makes her even more frustrated.

"Well, dinner is getting cold." She storms to the kitchen.  "DAVID,
DINNER'S READY!" she shrieks.

I just marvel at how uncool mom is compared to Denise.  I wash my hands and
join my dad at the dinner table.

"I heard about that catch you made, son."  Dad looks up from his newspaper.
"I wish I could've been there."

"Thanks."

"Your mother made your favorite meal to celebrate... pot roast!"  Pot roast
used to be my favorite meal, but not anymore.  It's really
fattening... with the gravy and potatoes and biscuits and butter.  My abs
have never been so defined, and now I really need to keep them looking hot
for Luke.  I've told my parents before about my new eating habits, but I
guess this is mom's way to show love, so I'll keep quiet about it this
time.

"Great!" I try to sound excited.  Mom walks in the room carrying the pot
roast like she's posing for the cover of a homemaking magazine.  What a
huge dork.

"DAAAVID!!!" she screams and I almost jump out of my skin.

David is my little brother.  He's thirteen and a total dink.  We used to
get along well, but he's not particularly smart, good-looking or athletic.
I guess that's why he lashes out; he gets compared to me at every turn,
especially by our parents.  I've tried my best to be there for him, but he
sees me as the antichrist.  This year, he's taken to dressing Goth.  He's
not even very good at it.  I just think he looks like a poser.  My dad even
asked me once if he thought David was gay, just because of the Goth
clothes.  He may be more clueless than mom.

David finally slinks into the room.

 "I hate fucking pot roast," he mutters, probably because he knows it's my
favorite, or used to be.

"What did you say?" my father shouts.  David just sulks and we ignore him.
We start eating.

"This tastes really great, mom," I say.  I sneak some potatoes and biscuits
into my napkin from time to time.  I can't handle the empty carbs and
calories.

"We miss you around here, Garrett," she says as she dabs her mouth with her
napkin.

"He's too busy fucking his boyfriend, Luke."  David interjects with a
satisfied smirk.

"THAT'S IT!  Go to your room!" My dad's face turns beet-red.  I try to mask
my embarrassment with fury and I grab him by the shirt.  Maybe I can use
this as a way to score some points with my folks.

"You listen to me," I snarl.  "I don't know what I did to make you hate me
so much, but I'm your brother, and I'd do ANYTHING for you."  I push him
away from the table.  He gives me the most hateful look.  I know he can see
right through my `caring brother' act.  He snakes out of the room,
satisfied with having ruined my special dinner.

"I'm sorry Garrett.  I just don't know what do about him anymore!" Mom
always acts so dramatic in these situations.

"Don't apologize for him," I mutter.

"I wish you'd spend more time with him and try to be more of a good
influence."  She's said this many times before.

"Mom, he hates my guts!  All that would accomplish would be making both of
us miserable, and neither of us deserves that.  I just want to work out and
chill with Luke."

"I thought you mentioned over the weekend that you weren't going to spend
so much time at Luke's."  Oops.  I had forgotten that I had said that to
her.

"Nah, he was getting on my nerves a little, but we're cool now," I say as I
play with my food.  "We're trying a new exercise program.  It requires a
partner and it's totally exhausting.  I'm probably going to be spending
more nights at his place."  As I realize what I just said, I try to hide my
smile by wiping my mouth with my napkin.  Some of the food I've stuffed in
it spills out, but no one sees.

"I'd like you to eat at home as often as you can," she says.  "Denise
shouldn't have to feed you every night.  Plus, Luke can spend some nights
over here."

That wasn't an option.  When Luke sleeps over here, he has to sleep on the
foldout couch downstairs.  He'd never be able to sleep in my room, and
there are too many people in this house to fool around anyway.  I have to
think quickly.

"Well, I have my own bed at his place, and that fold-out isn't very
comfortable."

"No one has complained about it before," she says dramatically again.

"Well, he wouldn't say anything in front of you."

"Fine.  Do what you want.  I'd just like you to be here for dinner at least
five nights a week and make sure you're here Sunday mornings to go to
church."

"Aren't I always?"

We finish dinner in silence.  I wonder how Luke is handling his mom's
confrontation.  He's probably miserable and squirming in his seat.  I want
to call him very badly, but I promised Denise I wouldn't.  I'll just have
to work on my homework until he calls me.  I thank my mom one more time and
head up to my room.  I don't have much to do tonight.  I just have to read
a chapter of "Oliver Twist" and a chapter of my Biology textbook.  Damn,
reading is hard when you're in love.

I finish my biology chapter and am halfway through Oliver.  I keep reading
the same sentence over and over, thinking about what Luke is saying to his
mom.  I wonder if he's telling her how much he loves me.  Finally, my phone
vibrates against my desk and I snap it up.

"Dude, are you all right?" I whisper.

"Fuuuuuck.  I can't believe she did that.  I am so pissed off at her for
doing that to you," he groans.  The sound of his voice gives my heart a
jolt that I wasn't expecting.  I had just seen him a couple of hours ago,
but it seemed like days ago.  Even though he's complaining and embarrassed,
his voice is still incredibly sexy.

"No way, man.  She's being awesome.  Can you imagine how 99 percent of
other mothers, including my own, would've reacted to this?  She's going to
let us be together."

"Yeah, I guess.  Like anyone could stop us, anyway," he chuckles.  That
gives me the good kind of lump in my throat.

"So, what did she say to you?"

"Mainly that she loves me n' shit... that she doesn't care that I'm gay.
She really loves you, too, dude.  She told me that if I ever hurt you,
she'd disown me."  We laugh again.  Denise uses that line on him a lot.
She thinks that he'd be absolutely helpless without her.

"Did she tell you she gave me a key to your place?"

"Yeah, that was kinda great."

"What about that `we're infatuated and not in love' stuff?"

"Who cares what she thinks?  We know the truth, right?"

"Yeah.  I know I love you." I sigh.

"Well, I love you AND I'm infatuated with you," he says sweetly.  I
chuckle, but I feel like I could fly.

"Yeah, me too.  Did she tell you she heard us fooling around?"

"Yeah... so humiliating.  She told me from now on that if we needed some
alone time, to just go in my room and turn on some music and she wouldn't
bother us.... either that or take care of things when she isn't home."

"Or both."

"You know it, G."  We chuckle again.  "So what are you wearing?" he asks
curiously.

"Me?  I'm totally naked and strokin' my dick," I try to say as seriously as
I can.

"Oooh, hot.  Send me a pic," he whispers.

"Ok, but I think there's something wrong with the camera on my phone.  It
might look like I'm wearing a t-shirt and sleep pants, but I'm not.  What
are you wearing?"

"I'm wearing the Cubs t-shirt that you became intimately familiar with
yesterday... and nothing else."

"You tease!"

"It's clean now, but I was thinking I might get it a little dirty," he
whispers.

"Ok, hang up and send me a pic and call me right back."

I pull down my shorts and grab my boner with my right hand and hold the
camera up over my left shoulder.  I look up at the phone so I can get my
face and my dick in the shot at the same time.  I make a kissy face as I
snap the picture.  Perfect.  I send it to Luke and await his pic.

It soon arrives.  He's lifting his shirt up over his pecs so I can see his
abs and dick very clearly.  Man, I wish I was there with him.  The phone
vibrates.

"You know, G, you're pretty damn cute," he says before I can say anything.

"Thanks, I kinda think the same about you."

"Stay on the phone with me while I jack off."

"Yeah, baby," I give him my best porn voice.

"So what would you do to me if you were here right now?" he whispers.

"First, I think I'd turn on some music." We giggle. "Then I think I'd pay a
little attention to your abs, as you reminded me how hot they are.  I'd
start by running my fingers over them lightly, feeling every little
groove."  I can hear him breathing heavy.  "Then, I'd start licking and
kissing them all over, gettin' sloppy all over you."

"Fuck yeah, G," he gasps.

I've uploaded his picture on my computer screen and I'm jacking off while
looking at it and talking to him.

"Now by this time, I'm sure you have lots of precum for me, so I go down
and slurp it up."

"Yeah, I do," I can barely hear his voice through his panting.

"Then I'd wrap my hot mouth around your cock and start tonguing the head
while I jerk it off with my hand."

"Ohhhhhh yeah, I'm gonna nut."

"Unnhh... me too.  I'm down in between your legs.  My tongue is sticking
out and I'm jerking you off into my open mouth.  I'm smiling up at you and
our eyes are locked.  You feel me start to cum on your leg..." I hear a
crash and I don't hear him breathing anymore.  I'm guessing he dropped the
phone.  It's probably a good thing as I start to spurt all over my chest
and stomach.  Damn, I'm good at phone sex.

"Fuck, G!  That was so hot!" He finally gets back on the phone.

"Yeah, but I think I still prefer being in the same room with you."

"Yeah, me too."

"So, I've decided what I wanna do when you come over after school
tomorrow."

"I hope it's not helping you with your math homework."

"Shut up," he laughs.  "First, I wanna get you naked."

"I think I'm gonna have to jerk off again while I'm listening to this."  I
wrap my hand around my dick as a tingle runs through it.  "Are you gonna be
naked, too?"

"Ahh, yeah.  Naked and fuckin' boned."

"That's a good start."

"Then, I'm gonna sit on the couch, and you're gonna straddle me on my lap,
just like yesterday."

"I hope you want me to kiss you cuz I won't be able to resist."

"Yeah, you'll kiss me all right, and I'll kiss you."

"Mmmm."

"But that's all you can do."

"Huh?"

"I just want to kiss you... really deep and REALLY slow.  We can't move any
other part of our bodies.  I wanna see if we can cum just from kissing."

"I'm sure we can cuz I just did when you were describing that," I say,
panting.  "I can't wait to do that."

"Yeah, me too.  Fuck, we're gonna have to make it through another whole
school day with that on our minds."

"It's gonna be tough, but it's gonna be worth it."

"Yeah... Fuck.  I gotta finish my homework, dude.  Text me in a couple
hours," he yawns.

"Good boy... doing your homework!  I'm so proud of you!"

"Bite me," he chuckles.

"Anyway, I gotta go, too.  I love you, Luke."

"Love you, too."

I hang up and start to wipe myself clean.  My phone vibrates again almost
immediately.  He's sent me another picture.  I quickly open it.  He's got a
goofy grin on his face with his tongue hanging out.  His Cubs t-shirt has
streaks and drops of cum all over it.  I guess I did my job well.

"This is a keeper," I say to myself as I upload it to my computer.

I get myself back in order and head for the bathroom to brush my teeth.  I
see David coming out of the bathroom, so I lean up against the wall to give
him enough room to pass.  He stops right in front of me and gives me a
hateful glare.

"I know you're a fucking fraud.  I just want you to know RIGHT NOW that I'm
going to be the one that takes you down."

Chapter 9

I fake a horrifying look at David's threat as he walks past me in the hall
with self-satisfaction.  Just as he turns his head away from me, I hook my
big toe around his ankle and trip him.  He's so uncoordinated that he goes
all the way down and lands on his face.  I squat down over him and pin him
to the ground with my forearm.  He doesn't even struggle because he knows
there's no way he can wiggle out of my hold.

"All right, you little fuck.  I'm pleased to hear that you have a hobby,
but I think your direction is misguided.  You need to find something to do
that you enjoy and you're good at.  Stalking me and watching me become more
awesome doesn't seem like something that you'd enjoy too much." I press
down on his back with my forearm and squeeze some breath out of him.  "If
there's anything I can do to help, let me know.  Right now, I'm still on
your side, dude... but don't do anything to FUCKING PISS ME OFF."  I spray
him with my spit on the side of his face with my last few words.  "Do you
understand?"

He grunts.

"What was that?"

"YES!" He seethes.

"Sleep tight, buddy," I pinch his cheek and let him up.  I don't look back
at him as I head into the bathroom.  I hope that dissuaded him from his
plan.  I sure don't need anyone poking into my business these days.

I look at myself in the mirror.  I'd better start a beauty ritual now that
I'm going to be so close to someone.  Hmmm....  First of all, I have to
make sure I have no zits.  Luke has never had a zit in his life, that lucky
jerk.  I need to be extra careful.  I don't usually have a problem unless I
don't wash myself after workouts.  Sweat will plug up my pores more than
anything else... and I'm going to be doing a lot more sweating than normal.
I have to make showers my priority.  Plus, I just learned how fun a shower
could be.  I wash my face with scalding water.  I look closely at myself
again.  Should I grow my hair out a little and try a Faux Hawk?  Should I
wear cologne?  Should I go metrosexual?  Nah, I'll stick with hot jock boy.
It seems to work for me and it sure seems to work for Luke.  I've never
even liked cologne.  I don't want to smell like something fake.  My
favorite scent is the intoxicating combo of a clean-smelling soap
and... Luke.  I guess that's why that smell drives me so crazy.  I hope he
doesn't start wearing cologne.

I'm really going to have to keep my mouth fresh, too.  I haven't given it
much thought, but what if I have a big hunk of food stuck in my teeth when
we're making out?  That's so gross!  I should probably floss after every
meal.  Plus, I think I'll go buy some of those mini toothbrushes with the
bead of mouthwash in them and keep them in my car.  Ok, enough
obsessing... off to bed.

I grab my phone to text Luke.  Me: "U still awake?"  Luke: "Yup.  I fuckin
miss u!"  Me: "How long has it been since u last came?"  Luke: "Bout 10
mins lol" Me: "What were u thinkin about when u came?"  Luke: "U" Me: "What
about me?"  Luke: "This time... it was how good ur dick feels cumming in my
mouth."  Me: "Wow."  Luke: "How bout u?  U just jerk off?"  Me: "No, but Im
about 2."  Luke: "What are u gonna think about?"  Me: "U jerkin off while
thinkin about my dick cummin in ur mouth."  Luke: "LOL" Me: "Cya in the
morning.  <3<3<3" Luke: "Luv ya G"

I try to close my eyes, but I'm tossing and turning again, just like last
night.  I'm half-hard, just from thinking about our phone conversation
earlier.  I wonder if Luke's tossing and turning with his dick all
hard... thinking about me.  I know I'm not going to be able to sleep like
this, so I think I'll have to rub one more out real quick with my new
uploads.  It just takes me a minute or two to cum again, and I finally pass
out.

The alarm clock wakes me out of a deep coma and I'm relieved when I realize
I have gotten a good night's sleep.  At least I won't go through the school
day sleepy and horny again.  It will probably be just horny.

The school day is long and uneventful, except for our texts.  I just love
the fact that Luke is thinking about me all day.  It makes me feel all warm
and tingly, and this time, I'm able to make it through the day without
crying... well, almost.

I don't see Luke at all today.  I don't want people to suspect anything if
we keep meeting between 3rd and 4th periods.  Still, I feel like I'm going
through withdrawal.  I need Luke all evening and all night... and all
weekend.  Shit... I need to get out of dinner at home.  I call my mom
between classes and get permission to miss dinner, and my heart starts to
race.  Somehow, I make it through geometry, gym, lunch and American
History.  Stupid history is the worst.  I wish I had it first period
because it drags way too much as my last class of the day.

I finally get out to the parking lot to see Luke leaning up against my car
again.  I try not to smile too much.

"Hey, G," he says a little too sexily for public interaction.

"What up?"  I take the casual route, at least until we're in the car.  We
jump in and my tires squeal as I back out a little too fast.

"A little anxious to get home?" he strokes my arm.

"A little." I can't stop smiling.  Luke leans over quickly and plants a
kiss on my lips as soon as we're out of the parking lot and out of sight.

"I miss you so fuckin' much at school.  We need to have some classes
together next year so at least I can stare at you when I space out."  His
arm-stroking is driving me crazy.  I'm about to drive off the road.

"If we have classes together, people might suspect something when I sit in
your lap."

"Yeah, that and when I start making out with you during the pledge." He
pauses and smiles as he imagines the scene.  "At least, let's have gym and
lunch together next year."

"That's probably doable," I say.  I've never had gym with him before, as I
was too nervous to be around him while undressing.  That's not a problem
anymore.

"I can't believe we have a whole weekend in front of us," Luke grabs me by
the shoulder and shakes me.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about it a lot.  So we're gonna do the kissing
till we cum thing first.  Do you have any other ideas?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Dude, I don't know about you, but I'm gonna be sucking A LOT of dick."  He
twitches his eyebrows.

"You think I'll put out, just like that?"

"Yes, sir, I do."

"Just so we're clear, then."

We pull up to his apartment complex and we see Denise's car in her parking
spot.  We both groan as we remember that she always gets home early on
Fridays unless she's in court.

"How `bout this?" I say as I park.  "Let's go for a run, then we can make
dinner.  I feel like I should do some stuff to thank your mom.  We can do
grilled chicken with salsa, brown rice and a veggie."

"Ok, sounds good."  He goes to check the mail.  "YES!" He shouts out as he
rifles through the envelopes.

"What?"

"I ordered a zombie movie from Netflix and it came today.  I didn't think
it would come till tomorrow."

"Zombies?" I wasn't a fan of horror movies.  I especially don't want to
jump at the scary parts in front of Luke.  I'd look like such a dork.

"I know, not my favorite either."

"So, why so excited?"

"Think about it, dude.  We put the movie on after dinner.  My mom gets
scared and goes to bed...."  He bites his lip and smiles.

"You are brilliant at this stuff.  I am in awe."

"I have great inspiration."  We run up the stairs to his apartment and bust
in the front door.  Denise is in her favorite recliner sipping a glass of
wine.  "Once she goes to bed, we can try our little experiment."

"Luke!  Hi Baby!  And, Garrett!  Fancy seeing you here!"

"Hang on, mom."  Luke grabs me from behind and pulls me in for an embrace.
"It's been a really long, boring day and I just really need to kiss my
boyfriend right now."  I start to giggle as our lips meet.  I'm not really
comfortable kissing Luke in front of his mom, but I want this kiss as bad
as he does.  I put my arms around Luke and try to keep the kiss as loving
and affectionate as possible without any boner grinding.  After a few
seconds, Luke seems to lose himself in the kiss as he digs his tongue
deeper into my mouth and begins to moan.  I giggle again and reluctantly
pull back.  Luke has the sex look plastered all over his face, and I
nervously give him another peck on the lips, one on the cheek and one more
on the ear before breaking away from his embrace.

"Hi, Denise."  My entire face is flushed with pulsing flames of having
kissed Luke in front of another person for the first time.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, Garrett.  You two make an adorable
couple," she laughs.

"Mom, we're going to go for a run.  Then we'll take care of dinner."

"Really?  Wow!  That's very nice of you boys."

"Don't you want to know what we're having?" I ask.

"If I'm not cooking, I don't care!  I mean, anything you fix will be fine,"
she smiles.

We head into Luke's room to change into our workout gear.  He starts doing
a striptease for me as he takes off his school clothes.

"Cut it out, dude.  I don't want my boner to be bouncing all over the place
on our run."

"I'm going to make sure it does," he says with an evil smile.

Our usual running route is around a golf course near his apartment complex.
It's about five miles in total, running all the way around the edge of the
course and back to his complex.  It's actually pretty private unless
someone happens to be driving down the road or playing the hole that we're
running beside.  Running is much harder on me.  Luke could probably run a
marathon without stopping, and his longer legs make him exert much less
energy.  I really have to work hard to keep up with him.  I usually can't
run the whole route without resting.

We go outside and start stretching.  I have to try not to look at him
because he'll take any opportunity to try to make me horny.  We finally
start jogging towards the golf course.

"So what do you think about girls?" he asks me out of the blue.

"I was gonna ask you the same question," I say between puffs of breath.

"You first." He pokes me in the ribs.

"I like girls, but not in that way.  I'm not curious or confused.  I think
that's a cop-out or a rationalization for people who aren't ready to admit
to themselves that they're gay.  I also don't really believe in
bisexuality.  I guess someone that is completely sexually liberated could
climax with a person of the sex that they're not attracted to and call
themselves 'bi'... I would think that would involve lots of oral sex and
imagination.  I believe you have to be either one way or the other."  He
pauses for a minute and I become nervous.

"Yeah, I think I agree with you on that one.  I always thought I would try
it with a girl once to convince myself.  I mean, I'm so fuckin' horny all
the time, I think I could climax with a girl... but after being with you, I
know that no girl could make me feel the way I feel with you.  There'd be
no point."

"You could write a song about me," I giggle.

"Yeah, I should.  Did you ever want to try it with a girl?"

"Nah.  I knew nothing would happen and I'd just humiliate myself and
probably... out myself.  I wouldn't even know what to do."

"Yeah, I guess I wouldn't either.  I don't get the whole thing about tits."
He sarcastically pretends like he's honking a pair.  "They're just sacks of
fat growing out of their chest.  I prefer a hard muscle."  He reaches over
and rubs my chest.  I speed up to get out of his reach.

"Yeah, I could manage with the tits.  It's the pussy I couldn't handle.  I
think I might barf."  We laugh.

"Yeah, how are you supposed to keep your dick hard sticking it in something
like that?"

"I'm so happy to hear you say that.  If you ever dumped me for a girl, I
don't think I'd be able to go on."  He catches up to me and pinches my
butt.  "Quit, man!"  I have to speed up again.

"I think I've just invented a fun little game.  When I catch you, I'm going
to have to molest you a little..." he chuckles through his panting.

We're at the perimeter of the golf course now.  There won't be many cars
driving up this road, as no one is going to start playing golf at this time
of day.  We just have to look out for people leaving and people already on
the course.

"I'm coming up behind youuuuu," he teases.  He could easily overtake me
whenever he wants.  It's going to be very difficult for me to remain just
ahead of him all the way home.  I notice there's no one around.  I fake
exhaustion and pull up to a stop to see what he's going to do.  He quickly
comes up behind me, wraps his arms around my chest and starts kissing the
back of my neck.  I can smell his sweaty hair and pits, and my dick
responds immediately.

I break away before things go too far and he follows with a mischievous
laugh.  I have to do something to counter his little game.  I look up ahead
and see a perfect spot.  Luke and I have played this course before; we're
running beside the 4th hole.  There's a big bush up next to the road on the
down-slope of a hill off the side of the fairway.  If I get behind this
bush, no one could see us from the road and no one could see us from the
fairway unless they hit their ball right over there.  I run over behind the
bush and lay down on the ground.  I look up at him with an inviting smile
as he quickly catches up.

"Hell yeah!" he pants as he lowers his body down right over mine and we
start making out on the grass.  I quickly shove my hand down his shorts and
start jacking his dick as I slurp his tongue with my mouth.  It doesn't
take long before he's rock hard, and I immediately throw him off and jump
up.

"Dude!" he starts laughing as he realizes what I'm up to.

"See what you get?"  I shout over my shoulder as I bolt away.  I look back
at him seeing his dick flopping around as he runs to catch up.  He has to
stop to readjust it.  I pull my shorts down a little so that the waistband
firmly secures my dick.  I'm about a hundred feet ahead of him now and keep
running.  He has to keep stopping to readjust and my lead is starting to
lengthen.  I can hear his laughing and panting grow quieter.  My heart is
really pounding and the adrenalin is pumping as I know I've beaten him this
time.  I run all the way back to his apartment easily without resting.  I
stop by his stairs, make a casual pose and look at my watch as he finally
runs up.  He's still flopping around in his shorts.

"Dude, you're going to PAY for that one!"  He's still laughing.

"What, you can dish it out, but you can't take it?"  We both chuckle and
try to catch our breath, walking up the stairs to his front door.

We take off our shoes and carry them in.  I can really smell his feet now,
too... so sexy.  When the air conditioning hits me as I enter his
apartment, I realize how sweaty I am and how hot it was outside.

"Hey, mom.  We need to take a shower before we start dinner.  Poor little
Garrett is totally exhausted, so I'd better go in there with him to make
sure he doesn't pass out and bump his little head on the tub."  Denise and
I both laugh.

"Yeah, whatever," she says without looking up from her magazine. "Just
remember that you're supposed to feed me dinner."

We run into the bathroom and start throwing off our clothes.

Chapter 10

"Wow!  Your mom didn't even flinch when you said we're taking a shower
together."  I say as I peel off my sweaty clothes.  Luke throws one of his
socks at me.  I pick it up, take a big sniff then throw it back in his
face.

"Yeah, I guess she doesn't mind if we fool around here," he says, wagging
his boner at me.

"I kinda promised her we wouldn't fool around outside the apartment."  I
stand in front of the mirror and look at myself.  If Luke can do it, I can
check out myself for a stray hair or something else unsightly.

"Yeah, me too.  But, we're careful and it's not like she'll find out."

"It's just that she's being so cool, and I don't wanna run out and do
exactly what she said not to do.  We shouldn't be doin' that stuff... like
makin' out on the golf course."

"Uh... huh..." He walks up behind me and puts his hands on my hips and
slides them up my sides.

"It's called guilt." I say, trying not to let the ticklish feeling
overwhelm me.

"I'm familiar with it.  She's a mom.  I think it's an essential skill."  He
looks me over.

"I think we need to TRY to keep it under control outside."

"Don't worry so much about it." He's resting his chin on my shoulder.
"This thing of ours is so new, and we're making up for some lost time."  He
starts rubbing my abs and chest while kissing my shoulder and neck in
between his words.  "It's just that when I get around you... the things you
say... the way you look.... I just can't control myself around you, G."  He
whispers and exhales in my ear.  My knees almost buckle.

"You're very persuasive."  I turn around and quickly press my mouth into
his.  As I wrap my arms around his neck, he lifts me up and sits me on the
bathroom counter.  The soap dispenser and some bathroom knick-knacks go
flying to the floor.  Luckily, nothing breaks.  We start to laugh.

"I guess you have a point." he chuckles as he gives me some more light
kisses.

"It's kinda like when you would jerk off before you were going to be around
me.  We just have to plan a quickie before we're going to be together in
public.  That way, we won't be as tempted."

"Dude, we're sixteen!  I don't know about you, but jerking off four times
in a day wasn't an unusual occurrence for me before Wednesday.  Now that
we're together, I'm horny again just a few seconds after I cum!"

"I guess we'll just have to never leave your bedroom."

"Ahh... that would be so awesome!" he laughs.

"We'd better turn on the water before you mom comes knocking and asks
what's going on."

"You're right."  He turns on the water and holds his hand under the stream.
"If I remember correctly, I owe you a little revenge."

"Blame him." I point down at my dick as it points up at me.

"Oh, no way!  I love that little guy.  He's on my side.  It was the rest of
you that left me hangin' on the golf course.  I'll just ignore you and give
all of my attention to him."  He gives my dick a little tug.  "Hiya, little
G."

"If you don't mind, I think I'll have to lie down in the tub so I won't
slip."

"Hmmm... ok.  I think I can work with that."  He pinches my butt as I climb
into the tub.  I sit down and position myself so that the stream of water
hits me in the crotch.  He kneels down between my legs, takes my dick in
his hand and smiles up at me.  The water pours off of his hair so
perfectly.  It makes me want to grab the shampoo.  He gives me his sexy
smile.

"Finally!  Let's see how you like it."  He starts planting kisses on my
dick up and down the shaft.  I know what he's up to.  He's going to try to
keep me on the edge, just like I did to him on Wednesday.

"I like it!  I like it!" I look down at him and notice he's jacking off.
"Hey!  Let go of him!  He's mine."

"I know, I know.  I just can't help it sometimes." he smiles up at me as he
continues to kiss my dick.

"Here, let me hold your right hand so you're not tempted." he reaches up
and I interlock our fingers and hold his hand against my chest.

"You like that?" he asks as he licks my balls.

"Uhh... It's nice... not my most sensitive area."

"Sensitive, huh?" He runs his tongue slowly back up my shaft and flutters
it around my dickhole.  Suddenly he takes me in his mouth and makes five
very vigorous passes right over the area that makes my eyes roll back.  I
buck my hips in the air and moan way too loud.  Just a couple of seconds of
that sensation has put me teetering on the edge of orgasm.  I resist the
urge to reach down and jerk myself off.  All I can do is squint down at
Luke with a pleading look in my eye.

"Oh... yeah...."  He laughs as he's gone back to licking me up and down.
"I think I've discovered my secret weapon.  You'll never know when I'll
bust that one out."

"The next time you bust it out, I'll be busting out in your mouth."

"I'll keep that in mind," he takes me in his mouth, but very slowly this
time.  He holds his mouth in place and very gently moves his tongue around
my dick.  Again, slowly, he starts to inch his mouth further down my dick,
like a snake devouring its prey.  I can feel him breathing out his nose,
even through the heat of the water.  He's moaning as he slides more and
more of me into his mouth, and I know I'm getting very close.

"Oh fuck, Luke," I stuff a washcloth in my mouth.  He finally takes it all
the way in and he stops as he exhales into my pubes.  He continues to
massage the base of my shaft with his lips.  After a prolonged pause, he
slowly starts to move his head back slightly, but quickly goes back to
engulfing the whole thing again.  I can't breathe as I stare down at him,
wondering what he's going to do next.  I wipe some hair out of his face so
I can see his expression as he's pleasuring me.  Just then, he twists his
head slightly back and forth as his lips slide around my base again and
again.  He moans louder as he enjoys what he's doing to me.  The sounds,
the sight and the feeling combine to overwhelm me, and I know I'm past the
point of no return.  I tighten my grasp on his right hand with my left and
I reach for the shower curtain with my free hand, the only think that I can
grab onto.  "FUUUCKKK" I groan through the washcloth and I feel the shower
curtain start to rip.  The sensation keeps growing stronger and stronger.
I finally thrust my hips forward to jump start the eruption.

He's not prepared for me to climax as I see part of the first squirt leak
out from the side of his mouth. He laughs as he pulls back to sucking and
tonguing my pressure point through the rest of my orgasm.

"Ohhhh... yeahhh" I can make out his muffled words as he enjoys each jet of
my load.  I let go of his hand and relax my whole body as I continue to
spasm.  He starts rubbing my abs and chest as he finishes savoring the
taste.  He finally lifts himself up and lets the water stream off his back.

"Dude, you weren't supposed to cum yet.  You almost broke all of my
fingers." he laughs.

I'm still in shock of how intense that was.

"How could I possibly stop myself when you do THAT?"  My eyes roll back in
my head again.  "You made me cum SO HARD, man....  Whatever you want...
I'll do whatever you want." I pant through my exhaustion.  He slides up
next to me and strokes my wet hair.

"Just finish what you started on the golf course, G.  Jack me off while I
kiss you.  I'm so fuckin' close," he whispers and I immediately shove my
tongue into his mouth.  The taste of my cum is so strong on his lips and
down into his mouth.  It tastes so much better than when I've tasted my
load.  Maybe it had something to do with the intensity; it's so strong and
salty.  I realize that I'm going to miss his load, so I break the kiss.

"Just sec," I try to hoist myself up, but my arms and legs feel like wet
noodles.  I chuckle with embarrassment as I finally clutch onto the shower
head to steady myself.  I point it up so that the water stream hits the
back wall and cascades down behind Luke's head.  That will be perfect as I
finish up on him.  He finally smiles up at me when he realizes what I'm
doing.  This way, at least all of his cum won't get washed away.

I settle back down next to him and look at him in the eyes for a second
before I go to work.  He's looking at me with such love and adoration, not
with sexual longing.  I feel like I'm about to cry again but I quickly
brush it off.  Instead I just smile back at him and rub the tip of my nose
against his.  He chuckles and leans in to kiss me.  I take his cue and
reach down to start jerking his dick.  There's still a warm salty taste as
we push our tongues back and forth.  I rub my index finger over his
pressure point, just like he had done to me in bed.  However, I'm giving
him a firm, constant jerk this time.

"Fuck, G" I can still understand him even though our tongues are entwined.
I keep as much pressure on his dick as I can and press my mouth into his as
hard as possible.  Suddenly, I feel a hot squirt hit the side of my face as
he moans into my mouth.  I try to speed up my jerking with every last bit
of strength and energy left in my arm.  His orgasm coats us like a lawn
sprinkler.  His head finally flops back with an exhausted groan.

I wipe off the huge jet of cum on my cheek with my finger and lick it
clean.  "Want some?" I ask.

"OK," he pants.

I scoop up some off my chest and let it drip off my finger into his mouth.
I quickly press my mouth to his and try to lick the cum off of his tongue.
I look back down and get some more, which I lick off my finger and quickly
share as my tongue plunges back into his mouth.  I make several more
repetitions as he comes to memorize the pattern.  Even though he's totally
exhausted, I can tell he's really into it.  He accepts each sample like
he's hungry for it.

I look for more, but seem to have exhausted the supply.  It is then that I
notice my own dick is purple and throbbing again.

"I think I'm gonna cum again," I whisper as I start to jack myself again.

"Yeah, G.  Do it." he says.  I can tell he wasn't ready to be done with our
sharing game.

I lay back against Luke's chest as I try to muster up a little more energy,
pumping my cock with total desperation.  I soon moan as I jerk several more
spurts out on my stomach.  Luke scoops up some with his finger and takes
over my job.  He dangles his finger over my open mouth and drizzles some
cum on my tongue, then licks his finger clean.  We share and savor my
second load through exhausted kisses and finally our heads collapse.

"Dude, I can't believe this." I pant.

"What?"

"It just keeps getting better, every time we do it.  If it gets any better
than this, I think it will literally kill me."  We laugh.

"I know, huh?  It's hard to figure.  I guess it's just that we've waited so
long and we're so into each other."  He gives me another light, sweet kiss.
"But, trust me... it's gonna get WAY better."

"I don't know how, but I believe you."  I smile and tweak his nose.  We lay
in the tub together for a few more minutes, my head lying on Luke's
shoulder, just staring into each other's eyes.  I marvel at how I could be
this close to another person.  "You wanna get cleaned up?"

"Not really, I just wanna stay right here," he smiles.

"We're going to have to eat sometime, and your mom is waiting on dinner."

"Oh yeah."  Neither of us moves a muscle for another minute and we both
burst out laughing again.  I finally take the initiative and somehow lift
myself up.  "Fuuuuck" he groans as I help lift him to his feet.  I kiss him
again, as I can't help it when his mouth is so close to mine.

"Just stand there, I'll wash you up."

"I'll let you." He's almost asleep on feet.  I give him a quick shampoo,
and then wash his sweaty parts.

"Go ahead and get out.  I'll be out in a minute."  I say as he climbs out
and dries himself off.  I give my body a little more attention, as I don't
want any lingering evidence.  By this time, the hot water is almost
completely gone, and the cool water is shocking my body back to life.  I
climb out seeing Luke fully dressed.  He's leaning up against the bathroom
counter, still trying to catch his breath.  I pinch his butt as I start to
dry off.

We eventually emerge from the bathroom after a few more kisses.  I have no
idea how much time has passed.  I see Denise still in the exact same
position, reading the same magazine.  However, now the TV is on and turned
up really loud.  Luke and I exchange nervous smiles.

"DENISE HUNGRY!" She does her famous Cookie Monster impression and we all
laugh.  "I know you both just got out of the shower, but before you start
dinner, could you please WASH YOUR HANDS?"