Date: Tue, 4 May 2004 19:08:17 GMT
From: Drew <drewseyboy24@excite.com>
Subject: Brad- Part 5

	The next thing I knew, it was morning. Friday. The last day of the
week from hell had finally arrived. I had no classes with or reason to see
Brad or Matt today. I had one more day to avoid the inevitable. Who would
it be? The day passed and so did the weekend without seeing either of
them. In fact, I don't think they were at school on Friday. Maybe they
couldn't stand me anymore. Matt hated me for loving Brad, Brad hated me for
loving Matt. I think I'm just going to move. I need to leave this stupid
state and all its stupid people. The problem is that the names, faces, and
circumstances would change, but the trouble wouldn't. Sunday night. I was
sitting in my room reading Midsummer Night's Dream for class AP English
when the phone rang. Reading about love and romance made me feel more like
Lady Macbeth- out,out damned spot. I let the machine get it. The recorded
sound of my voice filled the room. Then it was followed by Matt's voice.
	"This is Matt, I don't know if you're there or not, but I just had
to say something. I was wrong. I know you love Brad. As much as it pisses
me off, I know that. I should never have come between you. I was just
desperate for your attention and what I did was the only way I could think
of to get to you."  I reached over and picked up the phone.
	"Matt, I'm here."
	"Oh." He sounded surprised; it was followed by an interminable
silence.
	"Um, Andrew, I um, well, I guess you heard what I said."
	"Yeah. I just don't get why you didn't say anything before."
	"I don't know. I was scared I guess. I've never felt this way about
anyone before, so I guess I just didn't know what to do."
	I just lay silently on the bed. He just sat silently on the
phone. Neither had a clue what to say next.
	"Brad came over here Thursday night."
	"He did."
	"Yeah. My mom overheard us talking so she knows about us."
	"About me or about Brad?"
	"Both. She was asking me about you. She wanted to know if you were
a good person, whether or not you loved me. Do you?"
	"Yes." He replied without hesitation. That surprised me.
	"You do?" I was unconvinced.
	"Yeah. Look, I gotta go, some guys from the team are coming over."
	"Okay. I'll see you later."
	"Bye.
	"Bye."
	I hung up the phone. I just sat on the edge of the bed staring at
the floor. My mind was both whirring and blank at the same time. For the
first time in my life, I was seriously considering running away from
home. I could gas up my truck and hit I-75, I-85, I-95 or I-20 and leave
Georgia in the dust. In a matter of hours I could be in Florida, South
Carolina, Tennessee, or Alabama. I could make New York City in 18 hours,
Chicago in about 15. I was planning my escape. The only problem was what I
would do once I got there. About an hour passed. The phone rang. I let the
machine get it. It was Matt. One of his teammates got sick and the others
decided to go on home. It sounded suspicious, but I now had an invitation
back to Matt's house. I accepted. It was 6:30. I drove up in Matt's
driveway about 20 minutes later. The traffic lights on Sugarloaf Parkway
were killers. Matt met me at the backdoor and we went into the kitchen.
	"Where are your folks?"
	"My Dad had a stockholder's meeting in London, so they took a long
weekend there. They'll be back tomorrow afternoon."
	"What happened to Derek?"
	"That was a cover. They weren't coming. I just couldn't bring
myself to ask you over. Especially with what happened with Brad."
	"What happened with Brad?"
	"Spilling his guts within earshot of your mom."
	"Oh that." I said, "Did you know that Brad dumped me."
	"He did? What'd he do that for?" I couldn't tell if he was hopeful,
surprised or exactly what his reaction to the news was.
	"He said he knew I loved you and not him."
	"Oops." He said chuckling a bit. He looked over at me. I was dead
serious. He stopped laughing.
	"Do you?" He asked.
	"I think so."
	"Even after what I've put you through?"
	"Amazingly dumb, isn't it?"
	"No- if you can even still pretend to love me after that, then it
must be the real deal. Right?"
	"Hadn't thought of that."
	He had been standing on the other side of the island from me. I was
sitting on a barstool. He came over and sat on the next stool. He faced
me. We stared at the floor between us for a few moments. Then our eyes
met. We leaned in towards one another. He moved quickly. He wrapped his
arms around my neck and kissed me. Deeply. Passionately. He kissed me like
a lover kisses. I could feel the heat of his breath against my face. I
could feel his fingers on the back of my neck as he brushed the shorter
hairs at the bottom of my haircut. I put my hands on his chest and pushed
him back.
	"What's the matter?"
	"It's too soon."
	"No. Brad isn't in the picture anymore- right? It's just you and
me."
	I sat motionless for a moment.
	"If you don't feel right, then that's fine, I guess. Just don't go
home right now. I want you here, with me."
	"Okay, but just for a little while."
	I got up and went over to the couch and sat down.
	"Do you want anything to drink?"
	"No."
	He rustled around for a second or two before walking to the
couch. He sat right next to me so that our legs were touching. I could feel
strength pulsating from his body. I was so emotionally drained; I just
leaned over and put my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around me
and pulled me in close. We stared at the black TV screen. I felt his mouth
touch the top of my head. I could feel his warm breath on my hair. A few
minutes passed as I thought about the fact that I knew Matt, in all his
annoying glory, was holding me in his arms. I couldn't hold back any
longer. I lifted my head and leaned back the other way. He knew
instinctively what to do. He moved over and positioned himself over me. He
leaned down with his mouth and kissed me again. I could feel his tongue
moving around in my mouth, rubbing up against my teeth. I reached around
his shoulders and pulled him in tightly. I never wanted to let him go. I
wrapped my legs around his. His arms let go and I felt the full weight of
his body pressing me into the upholstery. It was the most amazing feeling
I've ever felt, the weight of your lover. His hands were running through my
hair as mine rubbed his back. I started to unbutton his shirt. Once they
were all undone, he sat up and pulled it off, then his white cotton
undershirt revealing his insanely perfect chest and stomach. Any half horny
human being would have blown his load just looking at Matt. I suddenly felt
ugly, unworthy, I felt ashamed of my own body.
	Then he looked down at me. One look from those deep, sea foam green
eyes and any thoughts of my unworthiness vanished without a trace. He
kissed my neck, and moved around my face while his fingers slid up
underneath my shirt. My white polo came up over my head as I lifted my arms
into the air. He looked back down at me. His lips went to my nipple has he
sucked one at a time. He brushed the stubble of his cheek against them. The
sensation of his facial hair against my hard tit was unbelievable. One of
my hands was on his back, the other in his hair. His lips moved down my
body as I felt the moisture of his mouth dotting my torso and stomach. I
opened my eyes and looked up at him. He sat back and returned my stare. I
have never seen anything so beautiful before or since.
	I put my hands behind my head and cleared my throat. His face
descended toward me again. He brushed his nose over the denim of my jeans;
my cock was beyond ready. He put my legs over his shoulders and his tongue
in my open pants. I could feel his breath blowing across my pubic hair, the
feeling of his lips brushing the edges of my cock. I felt the warm wetness
and I knew that my cock was in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the tip
while his head bobbed up and down. He stopped, undid his own pants. He
leaned forward and kissed me. Deeply. Passionately. He kissed me like a
lover kisses. I felt his cock head against my ass. I felt it slide in, the
feel of flesh against flesh sending shock waves up and down my
body. Slowly, rhythmically, he pushed in and pulled out, while his tongue
invaded my eager mouth. I could feel his chest rubbing against mine. All
the anxiety and frustration of the last several days no longer existed and
were replaced with speechlessness. Heavy breathing and the wet slurp sound
of anal fucking and Matt's short grunts had replaced the sounds of
sniffling that had filled my ears recently. The sweet earthy smell of his
breath filled my nose and his breathing grew quicker and shallower. I could
feel his cock swelling and I knew he was close. He made his little squeeky
grunt and I could feel him filling me up- pumping harder than ever. My own
cock went and shot my load all over his stomach. He slid up against me and
smeared my cum all over both of us. His arms let go and his whole weight
pressed onto me. I could feel his whole body gasping for air and his
stomach and chest expanded. His head rested next to mine and I could feel
his ears brushing mine. I could feel his cock deflating and sliding back
out of my ass. I just lay on the couch looking past his mussed hair. He was
relaxing more every second. I could feel the tension draining from his
body. His breathing slowed to an even rhythm- after a few minutes, I
realized that he was asleep. Suddenly, he seemed extraordinarily heavy. His
muscular body was constricting my ability to breathe. I tried to stir. He
put the side of his head on my face. His ear lobe went in my mouth and his
hair brushed my forehead.
	"Matt."
	He moved slightly. He slid his body further up mine. My cum had
gone from slick to sticky. He rolled over and off onto the floor. He hit
with such force that he bounced. I looked over at him. He was rather
comical looking- topless, pants down to his knees, ruffled hair, and a
looked of shocked bewilderment on his face. He looked up at me with a
confused expression.
	"You fell asleep." I informed him. "Was I that boring?"
	"No." He said reclining on the floor. He got up, his beautiful,
sculpted ass passing right by my face. I couldn't resist. I stuck out my
tongue and licked it as he stood. He looked behind himself at me, a
mischievous grin passing over his face. He jumped up on the couch and
squatted over my head. He rubbed his ass on my nose and mouth while poorly
singing, "Sit on my face and tell me that you love me..." by Monty
Python. I was laughing too hard to say or do anything. But my cock loved
it. He tried to get up but tripped over his pants that were now down to his
ankles. He fell face first onto the floor. I seized the opportunity. I got
down on the floor over him, grabbed his neck with one hand and guided my
cock with the other. He knew what I wanted. He just lay there on the
floor. I felt the warmth of his ass as my rock solid cock passed through
this ass and touch his cherry. I pushed. My cock, not being overly
grandiose slid in without complaint. Slowly, in and out I fucked him. He
started to moan softly as I fucked harder and harder. I could see his cock
getting bigger, pressing into the carpet. I wondered if that was hurting,
but he didn't seem to mind. I could see the moisture of heat rising on his
back. I put my mouth to his ear and whispered.
	"Fuck yeah, that feels good. Oooh, damn you're good, Matt. Your ass
is perfect. Yeah, that feels great. Ahhh." Harder and harder. I could hear
the rustle of his body against the carpet fibers. I could hear him
mouthing, "Fuck me harder, fuck me harder, fuck me harder, fuck me harder."
So I did. I was close. I pulled out and let it fly all over his ass, legs,
back, and even hair. I leaned over his heaving form and licked up every
last drop of my jizz. He rolled over and looked up at me. He had the
imprint of the carpet all down his body. I straddled his midriff, leaned
down and kissed him again, exploring as much of his mouth as my tongue
would allow.

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~ hope you liked my story!  Comments and constructive criticism are always
appreciated.
       ...Drew.