Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2002 13:11:21 -0500
From: Gerald Johnson <markmattbrianbrad@hotmail.com>
Subject: It All Started In Business Class Part 6

Warnings: This story is pure fiction. It was based on my imagination and
my imagination only. The characters and places are purely fictional.
Thank you. Enough of this talk, let's begin the story.

Title: Superior vs. Sophomore

Information: Hey, sorry for not doing anything for the past weeks. I
spilt something on my keyboard so I had to get my laptop fixed.


Characters:


Mark - A black-haired, hazel-eyed, in-line skating, whose main
fascination is his constant guessing of people and things around him. It
never says in the story but he is 15 years old, sophomore, about 150
lbs., 6'1", and a good 9-inch cock. He has a very docile persona that
breaks almost every time Matt touches him. His main attraction is Matt, a
person who I'm getting to, ever since Brian cast a spell. That's right
people. This used to deal with magick but not anymore, now mainly sex.
Now isn't that what you truly came here for? He finds that he likes
mostly the black-haired, skater, shy, but cute, boys.

Matt - A black-haired, hazel-eyed, a true skater boy, whose main
fascination is being able to fit only 50-words-per-chapter persona and
the uncanny ability to be able to worry about what his friends think
about him. He is 15 years old, sophomore, about 130 lbs. (Still having
his baby fat but it fits his body), 5'6", and a nice 8-inch cock. Matt
fell in love with Mark in the beginning chapter, with the help of Brian,
of course. Speaking of Brian, he is also Matt's other lover, and it's a
true lover. He mainly relies on his ability to remember all the things
he's read. He is attracted to black or blond-haired, an outrageous
personalty, kind of guys.

Mr. Price- A teacher in Mark and Matt's high school. He is their
Creative Writing teacher, and the only one that treats Mark as an equal.
He is 26 years old, slim-build, 175 lbs., and 6'1". He is first
introduced in chapter 5. I know it said Meyer in the other chapter but I
don't know if I just had a relapse or what, its Price.


Last time:

"Oh, god, Mark - - uhh - - that feels so - - uuuhhh - - good," was what I
got from him. I started sucking harder and harder, bringing him to the
brink.

Then I brought him back by pulling off. His face went white, he was so
close. He grabbed my head in a second and jabbed me down yelling, "I'm
cumming! God - - ahh - - ugh! Take it Mark." And a stream of cum flew
into my mouth, definitely a stream I could hardly keep all of it in my
mouth. I swallowed before I could taste anything. After a few squirts he
subsided but he still moaned, "Ugh, ugh, god, it - - ugh - - ahh, felt so
- - ugh, good. Thank you. Don't swallow yet." A few more sips I was able
to get three squirts into my mouth. It was salty, but still amazingly
sweet.

I held it in my mouth swishing it around my mouth coating each crevice.
He looked at me and nodded, I swallowed. It was so thick I could barely
gulp it all. I looked at Brian, "It leaves a scratchy feeling in your
throat doesn't it?"

"Yeah it does, but now it does taste good . . . doesn't it?"

"Nice."

I froze, there I sat on Matt, in shock. For it wasn't his voice.

TBC


Fuck, fuck, fuck! How stupid could I be? There's a lock on the door, and
I don't use it? All the blood rushed to my head, making me blush
furiously. We're caught red-handed, this person's seen everything, the
whole nine yards. Fuck these stupid phrases! We're caught!

Matt must have the same impact, "Oh, fuck. We're dead." We both lost our
ability to control our limbs. I can't turn around, if I don't I won't
die. Just stay here and hope time can change everything. Just wait and -
-

I fell on top of Matt, I felt a hand go over my shoulder, "You know what?
I was right about you." It was Mr. Price, I suddenly felt better. I know
that he won't sell me out, out of all the teachers, he's the cool one.
What the fuck am I taking about? We're totally screwed!

Matt was worse than I was. His palms started to sweat, his face
completely devoid of color, he's in shock! He turned his head away from
me and Mr. Price. I would have done the same thing, given our current
SITUATION! God! How could I have been so careless? So reckless?

Mr. Price took his hand off of me and turned Matt's face toward him,
"Its okay Matt, its all right. In fact its cool, I'm gonna change now if
you don't mind." He must have referred to the clothing and gym bag
underneath us. He shook off the excess water on him and grabbed a towel
beneath the bench we were on. His body had a great tan, perfect olive
skin.

The shock and embarrassment melted away, and I finally caught my voice,
"Mr. Price? I just wanted to know . . . what the HELL is going on here?!
I-I mean you find us in here and all you say is you're, `gonna
change'?" My voice sped up and heighten in volume. I got off of Matt,
completely forgetting him, and snatched Mr. Price's shoulder, turning
him around to face me, "What you're not a gonna turn us in? Not even
going to go `ah-hah'? I-I can't g-g-get over this. You'll tell the
other teachers, and I'll be a laughingstock! I'll be in deep water.
Then I gonna be teased, tormented, and-and, god! I can't find another
synonym for teased. I'm never gonna get into college. I have to sit."

He pushed me down unto the closest bench, grasped me roughly and said,
"Stop and think for a minute Mark. What in the world are you taking
about? You won't be in trouble. Just take a look at your friend." And
there was Matt, stark naked, sporting an enormous hard-on, "You see? What
can I do? There's no way to suspend you for being teenagers. There's no
possible way to punish you for being horny. Precise, who said I'll turn
you in?"

"What? Thank you." I started to relax but Matt was still stiff.

"That's great. I thought you were going to have a nervous break-down.
Hey, question - - who's your friend? And why is he so happy?"

I got back my humor, "Don't mind him he's always like that." I don't
know what's wrong with me. I've lost my stoicism, and thinking before I
do shit. But now all I do is rush into every little thing.

Matthew on the other hand, sucked up my fleeting stoicism and went
uncomfortably quiet.

Mr. Price let go of me and took off his swimming trunks, exposing his ass
to us. It was perfectly, round bubble butt, not saying chubby, but not
too firm. I can't believe he's actually naked! He is so fucking hot!
His whole body was built, amazingly built. His muscles bulging with each
movement. The part that astounded me was his calves. They're humongous!
All due to swimming I bet. I just caught myself staring and turned away.

He must have caught me watching, "Its okay, you can and may look. Hell, I
did the same thing when you and . . . what's his name, were doing your
thing, I didn't turn away. Hell, I was leaking." He turned around and
showed me, showed me . . . Whoa, sorry drooled a little there for a
minute, but whoa. I mean, it was not as long as mine or Matt's, but did
it drool. It looked about five and half inches and an average girth, but
he wasn't at the peak of his erection. Although he wasn't fully hard,
his precum was dripping continuously. It started to stain the floor, he
caught the dripping honey and brought to his mouth. I guess you know
where I'm going.

Yesterday I would have threw up, but after swallowing a pint of Matt's
cum it seems natural. Although, coming from a teacher it made me uneasy.

Mr. Price must have felt the distress in the air, "Hey, its not like you
haven't done the same thing with . . . god, what is his name. Try to
comfort the boy looks like he's in shock, and put some clothes on him."
He threw me the discarded clothing.

After I got Matt's buttons buttoned and his zipper zipped, I whispered
in his ear, "Hey, calm down. He appears to be cool with it."

He was so tense, I need to make hin relax. I started to rub his deltoids.
He seemed to melt in my arms as I rubbed away the knots. His attitude has
become so mellow, so affectionate. God, I love this boy.

Resting my head on his shoulder, I squeezed him tightly. He pulled away,
not looking at me. Okay, I'm not hurt. Fine, he doesn't cuddle, I can
respect that.

Getting off of the bench, he turned to me and motioned me to Mr. Price's
direction. I can't believe he's still on that.

Mr. Price was fully clothed by now, "Well, boys, have fun. Lock up when
you're done?" he threw me a key chain, "It's the janitor's. Everyone
is already gone by now. Take the keys to my room tomorrow Mark. But
before I go, what is your name?" He put a hand on Matt's shoulder.

He started stuttering, "Uh, m-m-my name? Matthew, s-sir." Why does he act
like this among teachers? Mainly men.

"Aight, aight." He walked to the exit, "See you Mark. Later Rainman!"
With that he left without a glance.

I needed to give him some comfort, "Well, that was bracing."Again I
hugged him from behind, this time not letting him go. But he didn't pull
away, in fact, he held me and rocked. I wish I could stop time and just
have him here, in my arms. But that was impossible, `squeeze too hard
and it will pop.' Not exactly the Scriptures but it fits. I have to let
him go, but not too far, "Hey, are you all right?"

He still looked pretty shook up, "Yeah, I'm fine. Its just . . ." First
touching my cheek, he hugged me from the front, "can you really trust
him? In your heart of hearts?"

That was a hard question to answer, I need time to answer this. I don't
know what to say, can I really trust him? Can I? I need more time, "The
question is can you trust me?" That ought to do it, for the time being.
It wasn't lying exactly, it's just not answering.

He came close to me, just enough so we wouldn't be touching. His eyes
full of sincerity, he touched my cheek ever so softly. He grinned giving
me an electric volt. leaning inward he kissed me. Not a kiss of lust, but
love. Matt didn't say a thing, he doesn't have to. Even without our
powers we still communicate through thought, and especially touch.
Rubbing his cheek unto my chest, he sighed, "All right, I'll trust him
for now, but sooner or later you'll have to give me an answer. Hey, you
wanna stay over? My parents aren't gonna be home till after midnight.
You still need to teach me this material."

I countered with a smile of me own, "Are you sure only that material,
Matthew?" I grabbed his crotch, was still hard, "I think you want me to
take a crash course with this, don't you?"

I gave him a playful tug, "Ow, stop it. I've cummed to a total of six
today. Including the ones in your ass and with the vibrator in mine. I'm
spent."

"Aww, poor baby, but I bet I could make you cum three times tonight. With
just three things, a tea bag, hot water and ice. Also, I can't touch
your dick, balls, and perineum without your permission. If I win you'll
be my slave for two weeks." I won't get into details yet.

"Hell, I'll take that bet. But when I win you'll do what I say for a
week. Be it homework or slut. Got it?"

Once you get over the moralistic insult it was a good bet, for both. I
nodded in agreement, this is gonna be good, "Well, come on, lets head to
your house, Rainman."

"W-w-what?"

"D-d-definitely Rainman. D-definitely."


At Matt's house, which I can say is not very small, he lead me to his
bedroom. The house was amazing, like most of the houses here. He told me
that there was eight rooms and four baths, which they didn't need since
it was only Matt, his parents, and his older twin brothers. Inside of his
room was amazing, full of posters of skaters, punk rock bands, and anime.
Throughout the desks were covered with electronics, a computer, a stereo,
a TV, and a lot of CDs. All over his room were these lights radiating
soft light -- that is especially romantic right now -- leaving the room
is a dark mysterious isle full of sensual ambience. It was the right time
to have them on for affection, but not for studying, "Matt turn on the
lights. You do need to learn this." I set my book bag on the floor and
took out the POB (Principles of Business) book.

He laid down on the bed and groaned, "Do we have to do this now?" Taking
my hand, he settled me on my back on the bed. Resting his head on my
chest he started to rub my stomach, "There are more stuff we can do." We
were in the perfect -- wait, scratch that -- he was in the perfect
position to send shivers through my spines.

This kid is impossible! Again all he wants is sex, "What am I your
bitch?"

He laughed, "Of course not," he glanced and grinned, "more like my lap
dog."

"All right, enough jokes, let's start. What causes a recession?" Lets
start off with something easy. I brushed his spiked black hair and right
cheek, "Come on Matt you know this," I urged. I couldn't see his face,
he had planned this all along. He didn't want to study, he wants to
manipulate my lower body. He wants to - -

"Inflation."

Okay, I have to quit being so cynical, "All right, what causes it?"

"Too many dollar votes chasing too little products."

So he isn't totally brain dead. This went on for 30minutes, with him
missing 1 out of 6. I closed the book, setting it on the floor. It
surprised me that he knew most of the answers. He is trying to be a good
student. I think I liked him better smart, handsome, and amazingly horny
vs. stupid, handsome, and amazingly horny.

"Hey, do want to start the bet, or watch a little TV?" He grabbed the
remote to turn it to `Queer as Folk', how appropriate.

Taking the remote away from him, I shut it off, "Matt, I want to talk.
Come sit next to me." He laid down next to me and I put an arm around
him. "You know that I haven't known you that long, and we've just
actually talked to each other because of Mr. Mac Cornell. So I want to
know everything about you, not stalker everything but enough everything."
I took a deep breath, taking in his smell. He always had a great smell,
like soap and peppermint. He must have just showered.

"All right, shoot." He cuddled closer.

Now I that I could ask anything, I don't know what to say. I got one,
"What is your nationality?"

"Well, I'm full American. I don't know anything else. Anything else?"

I shook my head, that was a useless conversation, "Ah, what the hell. Can
you get everything?"

"Yeah, I'll put the kettle on the stove. Follow me."

He lead me to the kitchen. It smelled of fresh cut rosemary and pasta. I
breathed deeply, "Hmm, I love this smell."

He took the kettle to the sink to fill it with water, "Yeah, the twins
have an herb garden near the orchard. It's a very romantic place, they
said they've brought many a girlfriends up -- wait, down there. The
mangos aren't ripe yet so they give off that citrus smell." He brought
the full kettle to the stove and clicked it on. "Say, you hungry? I've
made lasagna."

The thought of him in an apron made me laugh, "When was your family
related to Martha Stewart?"

"It's not funny," he laughed.

"No, your right. Its hilarious."

He opened the oven and pulled out the disk, "Sit down and try it."

"Sorry, but I'm a vegetarian, I don't like to eat meat."

"Well, so am I. Its eggplant."

"I don't like eggplant."

He laughed, and with a fork he gave me a mouth full, "Well?"

"It was good," and it was.

The kettle start to whistle. Time for the games.

Matt got up and took the kettle off of the stove and clicked it off. He
poured some into a cup, "Mark, could you get the tea bag from the pantry?
I'll get the ice." He took a glass and filled it with ice. We went up to
his room when I noticed the pictures of him and his brothers, "It was
taken two summers ago, and I was pretty skinny then."

I took off his shirt and traced the indents of his abs. They were just
how I liked them, just at the point before turning rock hard. I've mine
out too hard, "Well, now your body's perfect."

"That's what skating does to you."

I pulled off his pants, leaving him in his boxers, while I grabbed an ice
cube. It was amazing, he wore regular boxers. I decided to take the cold
version first. The first time I used this trick was with my first girl
friend, who'll remain nameless. It worked on her; why not a guy? I laid
him on his stomach, with his boxers still on. I put the ice at where the
neck meets the back, right on the spine.

"Oh-h-h, my god! F-f-fuck," he fisted the bedspread.



MATT POV:

The moment the ice touched my back I arched, it was so erotic! I thought
that ice would bring my dick down, but its just getting stoking me for
what he's going to do next. When he started to pull down, it caused
sharp jolts within me. Another surprise was when he blew unto the wet
spots he's just caused. It was so carnal, so sensual, an experience that
I needed to have. This caused my dick to throb. He might actually do it,
make me cum three times in a row. He did this till my back was cold and
wet.

Mark stopped and took the ice off, "How did it feel?"

I was dazed, "That was so cool! Pardon the pun, but that was, wow! I
thought that ice was suppose to bring you down, boy was I wrong."

"Get on your back. I'll start part two. Part one failed, but part deux
should do the trick. It had never, ever failed me. Now get off your ass
and on your back." He flipped me over, not giving me a chance.

"Okay, it's not like you to get your way so aggressively. What's
different about you? I'm not used to being dominated," he had me pinned.
He kept to his promise, he was on my stomach, not my cock. I struggled
against his grip. "Although right now I think I don't have a choice."

He leaned in, "No, you don't." He kissed me, surprisingly with extreme
gentleness. He broke off with a smack, "Now, do you want me to continue
or do you want me to leave? Leaving you all hot and bothered. Letting you
get caught with your pants down? Is that what you want, Matthew?"

"Must you call me that? It's incredibly annoying. When I'm annoyed, I
lose my mood. In other words I get cranky and you get . . ." I put my
head near his ear, "shit."

He laughed and got off of me, "You're a really colorful person, Matt."

Rubbing my wrists, I tried to find a good come-back, "And you're a
saint." So it wasn't very good. I saw him dunk the tea bag within the
water. I laid back down, "Hey, there's a cot next to my bed, or do you
want to sleep in one of the guestrooms?"

He snickered, "Question. Why do you need so many rooms? I mean, if your
family has their own room that's still three extra rooms, so why?" He
came up to me with the cup and tea bag in hand.

I got on my side resting my head on my hand, "Well, ever since I was
child I always wanted to have a big family, the twins don't. So my
parents will give me this house since I'm the only one that'll
appreciate it. A house full of laughter, that's what I've always
wanted, always. So bed or cot?" He didn't answer or even look at me,
"What? Do you want to sleep with me?" Again silence, "What's wrong? Your
starting to scare me."

He looked up at me. His face was so perfect. I don't know why he chooses
me over anyone. I can't believe we can be so intimate with each other.
"I'm sorry, but what you said, you know if you're with me you'll never
get it, a house full of children. You'll never get your wish."

"Silly boy," I took the cup and set it on the desk, "you forget, that was
before. You're my NOW, all right?" I brought him on top of me, "Bet's
over, I lose." I kissed him. *end of romance*



MARK'S POV:

He has such soft, silky, pubescent lips. His breath, so warm, gentle,
he's in heat. Having his eyes closed, he looked so angelic, so innocent,
like a small child. Opening his eyes, he broke the kiss, "Stop that. I
don't like it when people have their eyes open while I'm kissing them."

Ha, pretty-boy has insecurities, huh? I started to nibble on his ears. He
closed his eyes. Blowing air into his ear, he shivered. I worked my way
down, starting at his jaw line, "How's it feel?"

Matt had to beg, "Don't stop. Please . . . don't stop."

Upon reaching his chin, I bit him, gently. I went up to his lips,
breathing on them, giving him warmth. I looked him straight in the eyes.
Gently sliding my lips across his, barely making contact, I felt his dick
twitch against mine. Taking another opportunity, I tasted his throat.
That did it, I went down to his chest, licking his sweet sweat along the
way. As soon as I reached his right nipple I sucked, hard. Hardly
delicate, I bit him. He moaned, both in -- what I would say -- pleasure
and pain. Tweaking his other nipple, again he moaned. That caused me to
go to the peak of my erection, causing a pearl of precum to ooze out.
Everything was happening too fast, and all I knew was he and I. Feeling a
wet spot on my shirt, I knew it was time. He needed release.

Pulling his boxers down, and down I went on him. I started on the tip,
his most sensitive part on his dick, which I found about earlier, and the
rim of his mushroom-shaped head.

He started to moan "Oh fu-fu-fuck! Ahhhh! Oh god!"

Taking my mouth off of him, I couldn't resist, "He can't help you now.
Your in deep shit, you know?"

He was getting pissed, "Shut up and suck me!"

"You do get right to the point don't you, Petrizzi?"

He started to beg, "Please, Mark? Pl-e-e-e-ease?"

"Crybaby." Again I went down till I felt the resistance in my throat,
even then I had more than halfway to go. I grabbed his balls hard, making
him flinch. He looked at me. I looked at him. Then I smiled, the way a
baby smiles when sucking on a bottle, but I like this bottle the best. He
giggled and threw his head back. The feel of him in my mouth felt
comforting, like we were one, you know? Oh, what do you know? I love him.
He put his hands on my head (Normally I would snap at anyone who had the
audacity to do that but . . . eh.) and played with my hair. Shifting back
into pleasure mode, I took him in again, this time much deeper. Sucking
the air through his teeth, again he fisted the sheets. I knew I could
take him in, but now I couldn't. Switching to jacking him, I licked just
the head. He raised his knees so if he wanted he could crush my head.
Okay, where did that come from? Undulating my tongue underneath his cock,
made me leak another pearl. If I don't get out of these pants I will
either go crazy or ruin them.

He signaled, "Oh god, oh god, OOOOOHHHH GGGGOOOOOOODDDDD!" His body
started to convulse and his balls was sucked up into his body. If I
wasn't holding down his sides he would have bucked us off the bed. Then
the white clouds came. I let go of his sides since he went stiff. This
time when he seized my hair he wasn't so delicate. The first taste of
Matt is the sweetest of all. I started to massage circles into his abs,
soothing him. Soon after the first shot the rest just dribbled out. I
clamped my mouth muscles and pulled up, coaxing all the cum out. That
made him arch as I reached the head, "Stop! I can't take it when I cum."

I got off of him, stretching, with the cum still in my mouth. Now I know
why girls do this kind of stuff kneeling, it kills the back. Now on the
floor, next to the bed, with him in front of me, I kissed him,
transferring the life giving fluid to him. After coating all the cracks
and crevices of our mouths, I let him swallow it all. He had a speck of
cum on his cheek, "You are so cute, you know that?" I wiped it off and
gave it to him.

He patted the bed, signaling me to lay down with him. When we were comfy
(Our legs intertwined, his hands under my head and on my chest. Plus, now
I had just my boxers on.), "No, I didn't. Tell me again." He turned on
the TV, showing the end of "OAF."

I guess he loves to be praised, "You are one of the cutest guys I know.
Hey, is it just me that when you swallow it leaves your throat scratchy."

He looked up at me with an amused expression, "Yeah, it does. And
actually, I like yours better than mine. Hey, wait, one of?"

All right its time to come clean, "Yeah, most of them are hot. Especially
Philip, Jeff, Thomas, Steven, and Mike. I'll drop you in a second for
one night with them."

He jumped on top of me, catching me on surprised, "We'll see about
that."

"Ugh, uh . . . what do you mean? What can you do? I raise my leg, and I
can step on your ass. I'm not say your short, not at all. I'm just
saying your vertically challenged."

"Uh-ha-ha-ha. Yeah, but," he sat on my boxer covered dick and put weight
on me, "who can crush whom? Now are you sure you can take me?"

"Huh-ugh, stop that your pulverizing me, and hell yeah, I can take you."
I flashed him a grin.

He started to kiss me all over, "Aight, aight. If you last longer than 30
minutes, you have my permission to try to seduce them. If I can get you
off under 30, you can't do anything."

Is he serious? Is he fucking serious? I grabbed his underarms and pulled
his so we were face to face, "Why . . . do I," I traced the outline of
his jaw, "need your . . . fucking permission to . . . fuck around, huh?"

Smiling, he reached for my dick, "Because, if you go within them, you'll
never get WITHIN me, Petteway. Plus, you need to know something about
them, they aren't as big as me."

"Is that a threat, Petrizzi?" Getting off of me, he pulled open a drawer
and pulled out some rubbers and lube, "So what do you say?" I just
nodded. "But you know we have to use protection. It really wasn't safe
what we did with Brian."

Taking the rubbers and lube away from, I pulled him to me, "Are you sure?
I mean, you want it this way? Your first time to be so you boyfriend
could fool around with your friends?"

"Yeah, I mean, whatever will make you happy, makes me happy. So what's
it gonna be? Top or bottom?"

He was leaving it up to me, his first, I have to make the right choice.
He wants me to lo- -, "Top." That didn't take very long. Pulling my
boxers down, he took me in his mouth "So are you excited that your gonna
take this cock in your ass?" I kidded. It felt so good to be in his warm
mouth again, I need relief.

Not saying a thing, he moaned unto my cock sending ripples down my spine.
I put my hands on his head, not to guide him (he doesn't need that), but
just to caress him. He sucked me for a good ten minutes, getting me wet.
When he was opening the condom, "Yeah, I'm so worked up, I'm shaking."
If I hadn't seen his hand, I would have though he was kidding me, but he
was shaking. Not from excitement, but, what I guessed, fear. He thinks
I'll hurt him, and I would never do that.

As he was putting on the condom, I tried to comfort him, "Matt, you know
I will never try to hurt you, right?" It still surprises me the way her
can turn me on so much by just a touch . . . anywhere. It didn't matter
if it was on a shoulder, face, chest, or hands, all of him excited me.
"You do know that right? I'll never try to hurt you purposely. Well, not
if you want me to.

Saying nothing at all, he got on top of me. Aiming his hole with my dick,
"Yeah, I know, I know. Let's talk later its your turn."

He started to ease himself unto me, "Wait, Matt, don't!"

Too late, he howled, "Ffffuuuuccckkkkkk!"

I took him off of me, I couldn't help laughing, "I-I-I'm he-he-he, I'm
sorry, a-a-he-he-ha-ha! I forgot to stretch you out. I know, if you
don't get stretched, it'll hurt like a bitch! Want me to kiss it and
make it better? Oh, that reminds me, lay down and grab your ankles. Plus
its much harder to do it in that other position. Wait, before I start, do
you want me to continue?"

Laying down on his back, he grabbed his ankles, each pause he inhaled,
"All right . . . bring it on, but . . . be gentle."

"Rest your head, from the way your asshole looks, this might take a
while." He did as I said. I went right to it, blowing air into his pink
hole. I wet my finger.

"What are you gonna do? Rim me?" Rim? Where'd he learn of that?

It was amazing about how much he knows about this stuff when he doesn't
even know what a top or bottom was earlier. finishing the lube on my
fingers, I stuck one finger into him, roughly, all the way till the first
knuckle. Okay, don't forget that this is his first time, and god was he
tight! I could feel his ass muscles retract to the assault.

In fact, Matt said something, so loud that it rang through the walls of
his home. M-hmm, this boy is a moaner, well, screamer,
"FFFFFFUUUUCCCKKK!!!!! What he hell, Mark?"

I carefully stimulated the muscles, "Sorry, just checking your reflexes.
You okay? I know you can withstand more pain than that, suck it up
Petrizzi."

Clenching his fist and his jaw, he mumbled, "Oh, please. Ease up a
little. Remember I'm not like you, I don't like pain. Idiotic
dominatrix." He laughed and groaned. He was getting into this, giving him
pleasure gave me pleasure.

Was he right? Am I or have I turned into a dominatrix? Do I enjoy giving
someone pain? Bondage? Spanking? Nah. Then again, I am all boned up
because of this. Maybe I should ease up. Planting kisses unto his back,
leaving a trail of saliva and his sweat, I lessened my striking fingering
on his ass. I aimed up my middle finger trying to get the second finger,
"I'm sorry, no more pain. Well, there will be more pain, so sorry in
advance. Am I going to fast? Do you want me to slow down?" I pulled out
all the way.

He turned around and laid on his back, "For some reason, I do. I don't
know why, but I do. I mean, you liked it when I did it to you right? And
Brian was having a field day, so why don't I like it?" He sighed and
dropped his head.

I came down next to him. I started to caress his cheek, "Well, maybe
you're a top. You may not like it. You don't have to do it if you
don't want to or if you think I'll hurt you."

Clasping my hand with his, he kissed it, "No, I know you'll never hurt
me. It's just . . . maybe your right that I'm a top. I mean, you found
out that you were . . . wait are you a top or bottom?"

"I'm versatile."

He laughed, "Yeah, you are. Well, maybe if I tried it then I might like
it. I know I loved being on top. I loved being with you in that way. It
was so intimate, so pleasurable. It's just I don't want to do it and
find out I don't like it."

"Well, if you don't want to do it now, we'll wait. I won't pressure
you to give it to me. If you don't want it, I can't force you. You
know, that I love you and I know you love me, I don't need you to give
me that just because you think you want me to know you love me. So do
you, want to that it is?" He was glued to me the whole time I recited my
speech.

"Thank you, but I think your right, I'm just not ready for it, but when
I am, I want you to be my first. Even if I don't want to do it that way,
doesn't mean I want to do another thing." He laughed and got a good grip
on my ass.

I took his hand off and placed it on my dick, "You are so needy. First I
suck you then you want to fuck me. Well tonight your not getting laid.
There is no way your going to do that to me this night." I love teasing
the boy.

Matt looked hurt, he turned away from me, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to . . ."

"You are so gullible, Matt. I'm not gonna let you fuck me, but how about
we 69? It's not equal but we still get what we both want."

He smiled, horny bastard, "Okay, can I be on top?"

I laid down on the bed and he got on me, "What is it with you about being
on top? I have serious thoughts that your not gay. Are you?" I engulfed
his cock head, tasting the now familiar precum, that he produces
copiously. He tastes so sweet, the taste of his mouth, body, and well,
dick, is now my favorite thing in the world. Well, I guess when it comes
to Matt, I'm just a pure cocksucker. I was about to go deeper, when I
felt Matt swallow me halfway.

Pulling me out, he answered my question, "Well, I don't know." He
started to jack me off, "I still don't think I'm full not heterosexual,
but I like being with you. I guess I'm bi. It's funny really, I used to
make fun of the people who was into this kind of stuff, now I'm in their
place."

I pulled his dick out of my mouth, "Well, look at Mr. Hypocrite. I'm
just kidding, I know how you fell, it's weird that we could be doing
this when just a few days ago, I didn't talk to people who were into
this, like Greg." I put him back into my mouth, savoring the bittersweet
taste of his precum. I pulled his into my mouth until I felt it hit the
back of my throat. After that I felt that choking feeling when you have
something big in your mouth.

Matt must have sensed this, "Relax you throat muscles. When you do that
it will be much easier for me to get in. Another help ful hint, breath
through your nose." He went back to sucking me, deepthroating me
actually.

I gave him a puzzled look, and he cut me off before I said anything.

"Don't say anything, we'll talk afterwards, okay? I consider you to be
the talker of the two of us, am I right? Afterwards you like to cuddle
don't you? Well, don't talk, we'll have time for that later."

I took a dep breath, like when I do to meditate. I tried to go deeper,
again I choked. Matt rubbed my legs. I tried again, this time it went
into my throat, but it still made me choke a bit. I started to bob up and
down, getting to use to the feel if of it.

Matt made noises that I couldn't understand, just moans and groans.
Using the same moves he used on me, his body shook. I wanted to make it
last for him so I stopped. I pulled him out of my mouth and just stuck my
tongue in his piss slit. After a new second of pausing I went back to it,
diving right in. He was in deep trouble if he thinks this is all I have
for him, I have a feeling that he might like it rough.

I on the other hand was really close. He has a very skilled tongue. Then
it hit me, I stored a little question for the Q & A time. My sweat and
his mingled together making the feel of our bodies a sensual verge. The
feel of our skin on skin was . . . I have no word for it, but . . . wow.

The taste of his dick heightened, it started to produce more precum. His
perineum was vibrating like crazy. It was almost time.

Flipping him over, he let go of my dick from the shock. I swiftly spun
around so that I was down at his legs. He was about to protest when I
swallowed him whole and he shuddered in his release. The same taste was
there, a sweat liquid of cream. His back arched over the bed.



MATT'S PO:

Mark really didn't have to do that, it wasn't necessary. But god it
felt so amazing, my whole body is tingling, tingling, tingling, tingling!
After I stopped shooting my load into his sweet mouth I pulled him off of
my dick, "Don't. Remember?"

"Mmm, uh-mm-um." I couldn't understand him, luckily he swallowed.
Watching his Adam's apple bob up and down as he consumed my cum. "Sorry,
yeah, I remember. Your trembling, are you ok? Was it that powerful?"

Oh, my god, he is so cute when he worries about me, "Yeah, I'm fine you
just caught me off guard. You didn't have to do that, it would have been
great if we stayed to same way."

"Sorry, just giving you a thrill. I'm sorry, but could you finish me
off?"

I grinned at him and pushed him down on the bed. Starting above his body,
I nipped at him. Upon reaching his right nipple, I bit down hard. I did
this for a few seconds.

He really is impatient, "Matt, I said finish me off, not tease me!"

"Fine." I gave in and went straight to his dick. Using all the tricks I
know, I brought him over the edge, in under two minutes. The first shot
of him cum was much stronger than the others.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, god. *pant* Thank you, Matt."

Smiling, I let go of his dick and laid down next to him. It felt really
good being able to give him such pleasure.



MARK'S POV:

"You are so good at this. That reminds me you said we can talk. I figured
out more questions. First you said that Philip, Steven, and the others
aren't as big as you. How do you know?"

Ginning, I kind of knew what he will tell me. Snuggling close to me, he
said, "Well, we've done some things together. I jacked off with most of
them `cept Jeff and Thomas. Steven was really hot. Its not like I have
touched him, not at all. It would be nice to, but I don't have to guts.
Philip is the only one I know that's uncut. And Mike produces the most
cum that I know. Wait, which Mike are you talking about?"

Mike, Mike, what is his last name? Mike Something. I was getting
frustrated, "Ugh, I forget."

"Are you talking about Batman?" Batman was the other Mike that I was
talking about. He was this really dorky looking guy, I never had anything
for him. Everyone calls him Batman because of his well, Batman t-shirt.
We have nicknames to mostly everyone. It has to do with their clothing.
Thomas, we call him `Swat Team' for his Swat t-shirt. Matt was Gohan,
and I was Goku. They based it on our hair, Matt's hair goes straight up,
like Gohan's in DBZ. My hair goes up too but it also goes everywhere. It
spikes in all directions.

I shook my head.

"Oh, Mike Langton. Yeah, he's hot. He also tastes good, too. Back out at
his vacation home was the first place I sucked him."

Shocked, incredibly shocked. I thought I was his first, his only one,
"You've tasted him? How could you? I thought I was your first?" When I
said this, I was hurt, but just amazed.

"Well, I said that I was a virgin. That didn't mean that I have tried
other things too." Cuddling closer, he intertwined our legs.

I started to play with his hair, giving him a few playful tugs, "No
wonder you brought me off so quickly. I guess you've have moderate
practice?"

He nodded.

Continuing the examination, "I guess that fits with my next question, how
did you get so good at sucking? Well, at least that I know you only love
me."

Tracing circles on my stomach, he replied, "Yeah, I love only you . . .
Steven." Sometimes I don't get his humor.

Anyway, I laughed at his feeble joke and started to massage his back
muscles. I watched as the hairs on the back of his head started to rise.
At least now I know that I don't get this way when he touches me. I love
this boy, but there are other people I want to experiment with, "Steven?
You have a thing for him? Can't say I don't blame you. He reminds me of
you. First time I saw you two together was before Business class. You
guys went into the gym. It really got to me that I was staring at both
your asses when you entered those green doors (Our school colors were
green and white.). I thought I was weird that I could do that to another
guy or guys. Now it has me by the butt, literally." His hands were on my
ass.

Laughing, he laid his head next to mine, on a pillow. Just staring at me,
he didn't say a thing, he just looked into my eyes. I wanted to ask him,
`What, do I have something on me?' but it didn't seem appropriate.
Grabbing my hand he wrapped hit around his chest, "Just stay with me
right now. Then if you want you could go in the cot, the guestroom, or
you stay right here." His voice was tried, he was tired. I'll let him
sleep.

"Go ahead and sleep. I'll do to the cot after you fall asleep. Is that
okay?"

He didn't answer, just had his eyes closed, he rubbed up against me.
That one move made me feel comfy with him. Yawing, I told myself that
I'll just rest my eyes for a second and then I'll move to the cot.
yeah, that will be nice. His body is so warm, and flushed from the recent
exertion. Yeah, just rest my eyes . . .


TBC


Well, how was it? Wipe it off and e-mail me about it. I know that this
was the LONGEST part that I've put up right now, sorry about the `I',
`He' thing its just this was one of those things that the words just
didn't want to come out.