Date: Tue, 27 Aug 2002 21:56:11 -0400
From: Gerald Johnson <with_souls_intertwined@hotmail.com>
Subject: In a Person's World

Warnings:

This is a story of fictional, graphic, male on male, sex.  If it is illegal
to view sexual pornography in wherever you are, please do not continue.
This story is all about sex with minors of ages' 12-17 and adults.  It also
starts after the initial seduction.  Any similarities to any person, real or
fictitious, is just pure coincidence.  Also, this story contains magic it
involves it in most of the plot but I hope that it won't be enough to turn
you away from my story.



Chapter 1


Mark's POV


By the time I got home, everyone had already left.  My mother was on her way
to the clinic.  She's a nurse.  My father's, well I seriously don't care
where my father is.  Don't overanalyze this.  I just don't like my father.
My sister is probably at her friend's house, Karen.  So right now, I have
the house to myself.

Dropping my books on the kitchen table, I headed toward the refrigerator to
get the bottle of sake and sushi (mind you they were mainly veggie since I
can't eat meat that doesn't belong to Matt).  I wonder if Matt was just
pulling my chain that he was a vegetarian since he does look like he eats
meat.  I know that he was just kidding around when he said that he was a
vegetarian, too.

Quickly finishing the sushi and having just one cup of sake, I noticed the
answering machine inside the computer room.  There were two new messages.
The first one was from Matt, "Hey, dude.  You'll never guess what I did,
call me later on."  It was very short and to the point.

The next one was from Jean, "Hey, Mark.  I didn't see you at school today.
I was worried that you were ill.  Are you okay?  Call me when you can.  Love
you."

Jean was always my best friend.  What am I gonna tell her?  I can't just
come out and say, `Hey, sweetie.  I want to break up since I found out that
I'm gay.  Are we still friends?'  What am I gonna do?  I love Jean, that's a
no brainer, I just don't love her in that way.  She's one of the two people
that I could count on most of all, Matt's the other.  Jean's great and all
but I don't want to be with her that way anymore.  Ugh!  Could I be the
biggest bastard that walked the Earth?  First I love her.  I couldn't stand
to be away from her.  And now, I didn't even remember her for the whole day.
  I'm not saying its Matt's fault but he was the reason of my infidelity.

I decided to call Jean first.  She needed an explanation.  Dialing her
number, I paced around the room twiddling my fingers.  After a few rings she
picked up, "Hello?"

"Jean.  I'm sorry to worry you.  I was . . . sick.  Um, Jean, could you meet
me at the beach?  My grandfather's cove?  You know where it is, I took you
there a few weeks ago,"  I did.  It was for a party?

"Mark?  Is everything okay?  You don't sound right.  Are you still sick?  If
you are, I'm sorry for making you call me.  I was just worried."

"No!  It's not your fault.  I'm fine now.  I just want to talk."  That
sounded so cryptic and dramatic.  I'm gonna lose a friend, I just know it
but there's no way I can change my feelings.

"Oh," she said with a tint of disappointment.  Does she know about what I'm
gonna do?  How can she?  I mean I haven't said anything that would make her
think I would.  "All right, Mark.  I'll meet you there around five.  Bye."

"Bye," was all I could get out before the phone hit the receiver.

That phone call left my stomach in knots.  Ugh, I'm gonna sick, literally.
I can't believe I just lied to Jean.  I mean that she was my first best
friend.  Ugh, I'm sick.  I gotta call Matt, now!

I dialed his number.  I started to pace once again.  When he came up, he
said, "Speak if you must."  Leave it to Matt to have a rude greeting.

"Matt!  You said to call you?  That you had something to tell me?"

"What's wrong, Man?  You don't sound well."

Does he know me that well in just two days?  He does like me.  This is
wonderful, the pretzels broke away and I was able to breathe.  I wish I
could see him, this is really getting to me, I never knew that being away
from him for a few hours could do to me.  I want to see him, want to touch
him, want to kiss him.  Why did my love shift from Jean to Matt all of the
sudden?  I felt this way about Jean just a few days ago and now I feel that
way about Matt.  Does that mean that if I find a new person, I'll do the
same to Matt?  Would I leave him the way that I'm leaving Jean?  Would he
leave me?

"Mark?  What's wrong?  You got all silent.  Forget my news, what are you up
too?  Do you mind if I come over?  I so want to see you.  I'm sorry I left
so abruptly and I totally regret it!  I want to hold you.  I'm so horny
right now."

Matt doesn't know what he's doing to me!  The thing is, I don't recognize
this Matt.  Usually the Matt I know or heard of is a mean, impassive, dick.
"Yeah, I do too.  Dude, I would love for you to come over.  But I need to
tell Jean how I feel and it really won't help if the guy I'm madly in like
with is right there with me."

"Madly?" he asked with much awe.

"Truly, madly, deeply," I recited.

"Oh!  No!  No, Savage Garden!  That's too pop.  I like it when your rough,
not when you're mushy."

"Is that right?  I thought good Matty always loved being the one on top?
Meaning you're the one that always has to be the dominating one and I'm the
submissive one."

Going into the kitchen, I pulled out a soda.  Popping the top, I took a
small sip.

I heard him laugh on the other line, "Well, you weren't so submissive when I
stuck my cock up your ass."

Yeah, that was something I usually hear on the phone, NOT!  I choked on the
soda and almost dropped the phone.  "Matt!  What the hell did you do that
for?  I almost died.  Uhh, my nose is clogged with soda now."

"Oh, I'm sorry but do you feel better now?"

Come to think of it, his little prank actually did make me feel a lot
better.  The little prick!  That was what he was trying to do all along!  "I
can't believe how you can make me feel with just your voice.  I so want to
be with you now!"

"Your getting to me!  Well, it's about 3:30 right now, so do you want me to
go over there for moral support before you talk to Jean?  We don't have to
do anything."

"Are you crazy?!  Of course we can't do anything right now!  God!  Not
everything we do together have to come to sex!" I said with a chuckle.

"I'm sorry.  I'm a teenage boy.  Aluminum turns me on.  Forgive me?"

Again I laughed, "All right, come on over and you can stay here when I meet
Jean at my grandfather's cove."

"Your grandfather's cove?  I've never heard you talk about that.  Where is
it?"

"I'll take you there sometime but right now, I want you here with me."

I just want to see him, want to hold him.  This boy doesn't know what he
does to me and I don't know what I do to him.  What I do know is I want to
spend time with him.

"Be there in a sec and I think I'll sleep over tonight. You live on Perry,
right?"

"Yeah.  I can't wait to get my hands on you."

"You're getting mushy, again."

"Sorry, I just like you," I said with my baby voice.  What is this boy doing
to me?!  Usually, I never do that, not even with Jean.  I'm always so
taciturn and able to keep my cool.

Hanging up the phone, I waited for Matt to get here, inside my room.  I love
my room.  It's my sanctuary from the unforgiving world.  The walls were
concealed by punk posters, mostly bands and one anarchy sign.  The room was
dimly lit and the only light came from the black light on the wall.  The
ambiance was very dark and solemn.  I love it.

I looked at myself in the mirror.  I don't see what Matt sees in me.   Brown
eyes are hidden behind my black hair.  Six feet and two inches is a fair
height.  Hmm, ever since my puberty, my body's been getting leaner and
stronger so I do see what he see's in me.  I went over to the bed and laid
down to wait for Matt.

The soft fabric of the sheet below me is comforting.  The cold sheet and the
warm air made it a perfect match.  I was ready to fall asleep when I heard
the doorbell ring.

Grunting and groaning my way downstairs, I yelled, "Come on in!  The door's
unlocked!"

I guess he didn't hear me since the door didn't open.  Reaching for the knob
(heh, knob, dirty), it turned in my hand the door opened and hit me on the
forehead, "Shit!"  Damn, that hurt!

Closing my eyes and rubbing my forehead, I couldn't see the person in the
doorway.  "Oh, man!  Dude, I'm so sorry.  I didn't know you were behind
there."  The voice belonged to someone I didn't know and couldn't see.
Whoever the voice belonged to, sounded like a guy and his hand is now
rubbing the spot on my head.  He took me to the couch and sat down next to
me.  Whoever this was, he had a gentle touch.  "Dude, again, I'm so sorry.
I just moved here a few weeks ago and I saw you around here.  I wanted to
meet you sooner but I didn't want to impose.  Well, I guess I did impose.
Again, sorry about the head thing.  You'll be all right.  It was just a
bump."

Opening my eyes, I found a really cute guy staring at my forehead.  I was
totally into him and all I could say was, "Oh."  Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"Yeah, `oh.'  Well, I guess I better introduce myself.  Hi, Puck Jamieson,"
he said, putting his hand out.  "Now, really, is your head okay."

"Yup, no trauma," I said, eliciting a chuckle. "Anyway, welcome to the
neighborhood Jesse.  I'm Mark Petteway," I said, stretching my hand out to
him.

When he took it, what surprised me, was the heat of his palm, which was also
sweating.  Maybe he has a thing for me?  Or is it that he was worried for me
that he was panicking?  No, it can't be that.  He was joking around when he
touched me.  I got a really good look at him just now.

He had deep brown eyes, which were hidden by his short brown hair.  Okay, if
I haven't mentioned it yet, I'm a `smile' kind of man.  I usually notice the
smile of each person I meet first.  But this guy . . .  What really gets to
me are his eyes, a piercing glance.  I feel like I could get lost within
them.  Before I could stop myself, I said, "You have the most amazing eyes."
  I waited for the smack, punch, or the insult that usually followed a
compliment from a gay guy to a straight one, but none came.

"Thanks, that's what people tell me and if I never saw you with your
girlfriend I would have ran straight out of here."

That's just great!  He had to be straight.  What am I saying?  Is it right
for me to think about Puck this way when I have Matt?

"Okay, well, I'll understand if you say no of what I'm about to ask but
before you do, just consider it.  I was wondering if you could introduce me
around to your group."

"You don't really need me.  All you have to do is go up to them and ask if
you can hang.  We're really cool about letting people in.  Just be careful
if you want to join the boarders.  They'll likely cut you from the verbal
whiplash you'll get if you think you can just walk up to them and hang with
them.  We don't bother to mess with them and they don't mess with us.  You
blade?"

"Sure do, ever since I was in third grade.  Actually I only started to try
and impress a chick since she was the wild child and I was a brain.  Anyway,
I did a lot of bad things in that school to try and get her attention and
when we graduated we stayed together until the beginning of this school
year."

"How rude am I?  Please come in and sit down."

He entered the room and I let him go ahead of me so I can check out this
kid.  Damn!  A perfect bubble-butt.  As soon as he sat down on the couch, I
went over to the kitchen and called out to him, "Hey, soda or tea?!"

"Soda will be fine.  Thanks!"

When I got back to the living room, with a tray of two sodas with ice and
glasses, he was looking through a photo album.  I stopped dead in my tracks.
  Oh, no!  Not the green one!

"Hehe, sorry but you got to admit.  You really shouldn't have porn just out
here in the open."

Placing the tray down and serving him the drink, I said, "Well, I didn't
think you were going to snoop.  Dow if you don't mind, I gonna take that
away from you before you see more sides of me that you were never supposed
to see."

The photo album contained pictures of me as a child, naked.  For some reason
I wasn't that embarrassing for him to see me.  So he saw my dick, isn't that
what I wanted, to sleep with him?  Anyway, for a little boy I was quite big.
  I think when I was about six years old, I was already reached four inches
hard.

"So, now that you seen me in all my glory, do you mind if I ask you a
question?"

First taking a sip of the cola, "Not at all.  What do you want to know," he
asked?

"Why did you break up?  You and your wild child?"

He chuckled.  "This might be hard to swallow, but I was kicked out of the
school.  I was actually transferred here from L.A.  Anyway, mom thought we
might as well get some distance between us since the galleries here are
looking for people to hire."

"Damn, you went halfway across the world just because you were kicked out?
Don't you miss your friends?  Wait, of course.  You miss your friends.  What
about this wild child?  What is her name?"

"Heather and yes, sometimes I miss her but I've already closed that chapter.
  I'm at starting a new one.  I live here now."

"That's a very good attitude.  Most people would sulk and pout.  I have
another question."

"Why did I get kicked out?"

I blushed.

"Ah, well.  Let's see what I did.  Rode my blades all over the campus, which
made the groundskeeper chase me for countless of hours.  I constantly got
into fights.  And there was that one time I made a teacher blush."

"What did you do," I asked?  Unfortunately I already knew what he did.

"I mooned the faculty in my seventh year."

"Seventh?!  How old are you?"

"Hehe, I'm 16.  When I meant seventh, I meant when I was in seventh grade.
I was at a private school and we don't use grades."

"Oh, I see.  Go on and forgive me for interrupting."

"Just don't let it happen again," he said with a smile.

Damn, he's quite sure of himself.  We've known each other for just a few
minutes and he's already joking around with me.  But I can't help but be
attracted to him.  He has me bewitched.

"Well, the things that made me get expelled was when I have excessive
not-studying."

"You sound like a friend of mine."

"Matt Petrizzi."

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"I've seen him hanging out here sometimes.  What's up with that?  Why is it
that you two are hanging out when you hate the other person's group?  How's
that even possible?"

*Ding-dong*

Yes!  Saved by the doorbell.  "Uh, I'm gonna get that."

I reached for the door and when I opened it, Matt was at the other side with
his board.  He leaned in to try and kiss me but I pushed him back.  "Matt!
Come in and meet my new neighbor Puck."

Matt is the person I sometimes have sex with and best friend.  He's a skater
but that doesn't stop me from loving him, I just wish he'd change his sides
and move to the side of the bladers.  He has brown hair and brown eyes.
Just shy of six feet, he is shorter than I am.  Because he only started
working out a few months ago, he still has his baby fat, but it suits him
just fine, by no means is he fat.

His eyes widened and whispered, "Sorry."  Matt entered and sat down next to
Puck.  Taking his hand, he introduced himself, "Hey, I'm Matt."

They soon got into a conversation but Matt seemed to be holding back.  It's
like he doesn't like Puck a bit.  Looking at my watch, I saw that it was
almost time to meet Jean.  "Hey, I've got to get somewhere right now but if
you want to stay here and hang awhile, then by all means stay.  My parents
shouldn't come until later on tonight and my sis is probably gonna sleep
over at her friend's house."

"Are you sure you don't mind," Matt asked?

I went over to the shoe closet, pulled out my blades, and laced up.  "Nah,
it's cool.  If my Mom and Dad come home, just say your friends of mine.
There's a PS2 in my bedroom and in the drawer underneath my night stand
you'll find other games."  Before I left I went back to the kitchen and
pulled out another glass and cola for Matt and a nectarine for me.  Blading
around the house is something I normally do when my parents aren't home.  If
they were home I'd probably lose them.

Tossing up the fruit, I said, "One for the road.  By the way, the fridge is
fully stocked.  Help yourself."  I opened the door and went into the bright
sun, I called back, "Late."  Closing the door behind me, I quickly sped off
to the destination of the unfortunate rendezvous.

Grandfather's cove is a place where I come to think and a place where I
bring people that I feel are close to me.  The place is hidden from people
and is only open to close friends and family.  It's personal property so we
know exactly what happens to it.  Grandfather left it to my family and when
my father dies, God forbid, it will be under my name.

The place is a beach that stretches for about three and a half miles.  We
owned the graves in the background, mainly coconut trees.  It's a very
private place and is only let in by a guard at the front of the way in.
After you get through the guards, it's about a ten minute walk to the actual
beach.  The only ones that are allowed in are my family or my close friends.

Grandfather.  I hope he's doing well right now.  Wherever he is, I hope he's
in peace.  He was the only person that ever made me feel like I was special.
  Unlike my father, he's much more comforting.  He let me know that he was
proud of me.

I was the only one with him the night he died.  I was in his room and we
were talking.  It's like he knew that his time was up because when I went in
to say good night, he told me that he wanted to talk to me.  For some reason
he seemed very solemn.  He gave me a ring that night.  I still wear it.  He
told me something in Latin and then said good night.  I left his room, with
the ring in hand, and tried to think of what he said.  That night I spent
looking for a Latin dictionary in the library and when I found what I was
looking for, a piece of paper feel out of the book.  It was a letter to me.

It said that he was proud of me for finding it.  At the end of the letter
there were the same words that he told me, `Tempus Fugit,' or in English,
`Time Flies.'

Grandfather did have a certain way for everyone to understand him.  He meant
that I was frivolous and not to spend the rest of my life in regret.  So I
took his advice and I told Matt about me and my sexuality and we ended up
together.  So, I guess I owe my relationship to Grandfather.  I'll see him
again, someday.

Anyway, when I got to the cove, there was Jean in a white silk dress.
Beautiful.  She always is beautiful.  She was staring out into the ocean and
the wind blew at her hair, making her seems so sensual and her voice was
like a Siren's.  Man, why do I have to break up with her?

She was still gazing at the open sea when I went up behind her and hugged
her.

Jean knows my touch and she knew instantly that it was I.  With her left
hand, she held my arm that was wrapped gently across her neck.  "Mark,
what's wrong?"

"What do you mean," I asked not very convincingly?

"Mark, don't lie to me!"  She pulled away and when I glanced at her eyes, I
saw sorrow, pain, and tears.

"All right, all right, just please don't speak until I'm through."


[Meanwhile, inside Mark's room, Matt and Puck were just relaxing.  Matt was
laying down on the bed looking through a book Mark keeps close to him, `A
Ring of Endless Light.'  Puck was going through Mark's collection of CDs.]


Matt's POV


Hm, Mark does have some interesting books.  Some are science-fiction, others
are fantasy, and the rest are adventures.  I wonder what's his favorite.
I'll have to ask him later.

I'm so sure about this.  It doesn't feel right being alone with this Puck
guy in Mark's room.  What do we know about this Puck guy anyway?  Mark's way
too trusting.

"Matt, what do you think about Dashboard Confessional," he asked while
picking up the Cd?

"That's fine.  Play `Screaming Infidelities'," I replied.  Hm, screaming
infidelities, how appropriate.

For some reason I really have a big problem with this guy.  I just can't put
my finger on it.  It's like he's up to something and I will get to the
bottom of it.  I just don't trust him.  He makes me feel uneasy.

When will Mark get back?  It's been over an hour already.  Breaking up with
that chick should take this long.

"Matt?  I've got to ask you something."

"What is it," I asked irritably?

"Look I know that you don't like me, but you'll just have to get over it.  I
want to be friends with Mark and I don't want to be on your bad side.  Just
because you don't like me, that doesn't mean that Mar won't.  What is your
problem with me anyway?"

Oh, god.  He sounds so infantile.  "Don't you see how childish you sound?
`Oh, poor me.  The mean boarder doesn't like me and now Mark won't be me
friend.'  Mark will hang out with you if he likes even if I don't like you.
He's not like that.  Why do you want to be friends with Mark, anyway?"

Our tempers are now flaring and I can see that he's starting to get really,
really pissed off.  That's good, it means that we'll finally get this out in
the open.

"You know what?"

"What?!" I said curtly.

"Fuck it.  I'm leaving," he said.  Under his breath I could hear the words
he tried to keep away from me, "Stupid, moronic, idiotic, torpid, faggot . .
."

Arghhhhhhh!!!!!!  "Ding!  Words that describe you!" I yelled back to him.  I
can't believe him.  What the fuck does he want?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Mark's POV


As I enter the house, again, it finally hit me, I just broke up with someone
I dated and loved for three years.  And even through all that, I still felt
like it was the right decision.  It is the right decision.  I just hope she
doesn't tell the whole school about me.

The two aren't anywhere downstairs so they must be in my room.  Quietly,
entered the room only to find Matt by himself on the bed looking through one
of my books.  This was puzzling, "Matt?  Where's Puck?"

"He left."  His voice was sweet and gentle.

Forgetting all about Puck, I went over to him and playfully tackled him
until I was right on top.  "So, how about it?  Are you horny?"

"Oh, come on!  Do you even have to ask?"

"Aight, then.  Pull out a condom."

Knowing exactly where I keep them (in a toy car's engine), he quickly threw
it to me.  I was in a hurry.  Seeing that I haven't had sex in a day, I
should have the right to get fucked if I want to.

Tugging at his shirt, Matt got the idea and immediately tore it off,
literary.  The shirt ended up in the floor in two pieces.

Whilst planting kisses on his neck, chest, and nipples, I asked him, "Why .
. . did you . . . do that?"

I looked into his eyes and got a fiery glance.  He was angry and horny.
That's not something you should have when you're a teenager.  Flipping me
off of him and onto my back, he resumed kissing me roughly.  Yeah, this will
not be making love.  This will be a fuck.

Not bothering with the buttons of my shirt, he made two rags.  His eyes were
really piercing and he looked behind my body and into my soul.  Now that we
were both shirtless, he started unbuttoning my jeans.  A good thing that
their denim or else he would've torn them too.

With one quick, swift tug, he pulled them and my boxers off of my body and
threw them on the floor.  Pleasure ripped through my body from the
unexpected and unusual way Matt got into this particular sexual experience.
Usually we go through a very long foreplay section where he starts to
finger-fuck me but right now he just wants to be in me.

My seven-inch dick started to form and was just waiting for some touch.  I
thought that it looked very magnificent as it stood straight as an arrow and
leaked glistening precum.  Gobs and gobs of precum dripped out of my
piss-slit and were making a clear puddle of dick honey in my pubic hair.

Matt wasted no time and engulfed my entire dick in one stroke.  My dick was
in a warm, moist dungeon and I wouldn't have it any other way.  He started
to bob his head up and down as he unbuttoned and pulled off his jeans with a
free hand.

A giant eight inch prick was exposed to the cold air and his was in the same
predicament that mine is in, dripping wet.  He really does want to stick
that wonderful cock into my moist canal.  His eyes are burning for pleasure
and raging in anger.  Half of me is in total carnal and primeval lust and
the other half is afraid of Matt's power.  Right now the first half is in
control.

Ripping the package of the condom, I readily parted my legs and brought them
up to my chest.  With my eyes closed, I waited impatiently for the initial
penetration but none came.  Actually, when dropped my legs and opened my
eyes I saw something I never thought I'd ever see.  Matt was putting the
condom on me!  He wanted me to fuck him!

Breathlessly, I asked him, "What are you doing?"

"Just this one time, you'll be the top.  Do you want to be," he asked as he
lubed my dick?

"Yeah," I answered.

Soon enough, Matt was hovering over my prick and it was directed in a place
where no one ever entered.  "Before I go, does it hurt?"

"Yeah."

"Well, pain is pain.  I can take it."  Without any stretching he dropped
down about half way.  I reached out to pull him off but he stopped me and
just held my arms down on the bad.  I was under his control and I have no
say in anything we do.

His eyes were in tears and he was in pain.  "I'm so sorry.  Get off, you'll
be hurt if you go any further."

"Don't worry about me."  Behaving very much like his stupid counterpart, he
proceeded to let me go deeper until I was fully inside him.  Throughout all
this, his face was contorted to many levels of pain.  "Flip me over."

"What?  Why?"

"Do it," he whispered.

When he was on his back, with a pillow under his ass for support, and I was
on top, with my hands on his waist, I felt a sudden dominance.  It was
different.  Normally I'm the one on the bottom and Matt does what he can to
please me as well as himself.  It's my turn to learn how to please him.

Sensations passed through my dick and went all over my body.  I felt the
intensity that Matt feels.  The feeling was piercingly red hot and tight.

I remember my first time, I wonder how Matt's taking it, "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine but ease up a bit.  Let me get used to it.  I'm new at this," he
laughed.

"Ha-ha," I said unamused, "just tell me when to move.  Damn, no wonder why
you like doing this.  My dick is on fire."

"Yeah, but I don't really see how you get off on this.  The only thing I can
say is that I feel full."

"Wait.  Can I move," I asked?

He nodded.

Watching his face, I shifted a bit to find his prostate.  It took a few
tries but I really found it when Matt shook.  "Still don't know what I see
in this?"  I jabbed at the g-spot several times in short, quick thrust.  I
smiled at him.  He smiled back.

Taking hold of my arms and closing his eyes tight in ecstacy, he squealed,
"Uhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!  Oh, god!  Oh, god!  Oh, god!!!"  His body shaking,
trembling beneath me, I knew pain was gone and pleasure rippled through his
body as did mine.  We were connected physically but also mentally.

Even through I knew that Matt wouldn't be satisfied with just a hand job, I
started to jack himself off.  Closer and closer came my burning juices and
the look and feel of Matt's dick in my hand made me know that he would be
soon at the peak.

I was really pumping and sweat rolled off of my, unto Matt, and all over my
bed.  Our breathing was amplified and everything in the room disappeared and
all that mattered was us.  His tight, taunt back nether regions and my
frontal regions was the main focus of our thoughts.

The cord was breaking and I would soon unleash.  The throbbing dick in my
hand had the same effect.  We were peaking, reaching our orgasms and they
came upon all of the sudden, washing all over my body and into Matt's.  The
pleasure was blinding and almost shocking.  My whole body shook from the
suddenness of it all.  The hole that I was in rhythmically pulsed and that
cause my now-fading erection.

I checked out my hand it was filled with the white essence of Matt.  It's a
good thing he came.  Now I can fall on him and that I did.  I was just too
tired to do anything else.  I just collapsed right on top of him.

This was a problem for Matt, "What are you doing?  Get off."

Fine.  If he wants to learn the hard way . . .  I pulled out my still a
quarter hard dick right out if him and laid down right next to him.  The
effect was almost instant.

"Put it back in!" he begged.

"Nope, you wanted me to get off and now I did.  You know that feeling you
have right now?  That's emptiness.  And it will pass soon enough so just
rest for a while."

It did pass and soon enough we got to my favorite part of sex, the cuddling.
  You might expect him to be the one that cuddles close to me but it's the
other way around.  I feel safer in his arms than anyone else's.  He is my
best friend and my one true lover.

Somehow it always felt right when we're just together in each other's arms
than we are when we're in front of people.  I guess that's because we're in
the closet.  Is it time to come out?  This was a new thought.

"Matt?  Are you awake?"  I asked that question because sometimes we fall to
sleep after sex.

"Yeah, I am," he lied.

I could tell he was only half aware of what I'm saying.  I might as well ask
him now, "Have you ever thought of coming out to your friends?"

"What?"  He was wide awake now and completely shocked.  "No!  I don't want
to say anything to them.  You haven't told anyone have you?"

"If you want to know the truth, yes, I've told one person.  Jean."

Moving away from me, he looked completely aghast, "What?!  You just broke up
with her.  What if she goes around spreading things about us? Think of what
will happen!"  He's about to enter hysteria.

"Matt, calm down."

"Can you trust her?"

"With my heart.  She's been my friend since we were young and I know she
wouldn't jeopardize that now.  She won't tell."

"All right.  And even if I don't think it's right, at least you have someone
other than me to talk to about these things."

"Why the fuck will I talk to Jean about my sex life?"

He laughed.  "I guess your right."

Again, we were silent.  I looked up at him and I knew he was asleep since
his eyes were closed and I could hear a faint snore coming from him.

I rested my head on his chest, took one last glance at the door to make sure
that it was locked, and silently whispered, "I love you," as I fell into
deep slumber.



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