Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2002 12:31:36 -0500
From: Gerald Johnson <markmattbrianbrad@hotmail.com>
Subject: It All Started In Business Class Part 7

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: Story One, Philip and Matt

Information: no new information just, well, it's my story.


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.

Skater Friends - There are: Steven, Philip, Jeff, Thomas, and Mike.



Last time:

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 . . .



Presently: I have noticed that most of the stories, well, anywhere, after
they end with them in the bed asleep, it ends up in the morning with one
sucking th other off to wake them up. Also the one that wakes up says
something corny like, `What a great way to wake up.' Well, I'm not to
be taken as a cliche, we'll start with the breakfast scene.



"Matt, you didn't have to make me anything. We could just get something
at school, but if you really want to cook something." He handed me a
plate of sunny-side up eggs, bacon, toast, jam, and a side of pancakes.
"Damn, your gonna make me fat."

Laughing he sat down next to me, "Don't worry about it, we'll work off
those calories. I think I heard somewhere that you burn off 500 cal when
you have sex."

Watching me, he started to freak me out. I've always had this weird
thing about me, I never liked anyone watching me while I ate, at school I
cover my mouth when I chew! After I finished my egg I had to tell him,
"Matt, quit it. Haven't you heard that its rude to stare? Quit it."

"I'm sorry, its just I wanted to know something. And I just did."

"Care to fill me in?" I asked starting on the pancake.

"Boy, you sure can eat."

I put the fork down, not hard, just down.

"Oh, no. I mean, its good you eat. Most people don't."

Grabbing the fork, I speared a piece of the pancake, feeding it to him,
"Okay, could we stop talking about my eating habits?"

"But I thought you - - mmm - - sorry," he finished what was in his mouth,
"wanted to talk about what I was, well, talking about?"

I started making a rolling motion with my hand, giving him to go ahead.

"Well, there was a reason I made you sunny-side up. There used to be an
old myth that you could tell how a person is by the way they eat it. If
they attack the yolk, that means that they are really rough when it comes
to relationships. If they eat the egg whites first then don't break the
yolk till its in their mouth, it means that they're gentle and romantic;
just as you did."

"Hey, where are your brothers and your parents?"

"Oh! Tommy and Seth, are at school right now and may parents are at work.
They usually leave by the time I wake up."

"And that doesn't bother you? I mean, it doesn't bother you that you
never get to see them? Never talk to them?"

I think I hit a nerve, he flinched, "Of course not, I've gotten used to
it. And I do see Tommy and Seth once in a while, when they're not at
school. If that's all you need to know, I want to ask you some thing.
Now, do you want to do anything, or do you want to go to school? Nothing
fun, do you wanna do me? Blow job, that is."

That's what I like about this new school, it doesn't start till 8:30;
too bad its already 8:15 and we still need time to skate to school. I
took all the plates to the sink, "We can't, we're almost late for
class." I rinsed off all the dishes, since I was always way too polite.
We were already dress for school, all we needed were our books, "Hey,
I'll go get our stuff and then we'll go."

"Wait, before we go, I have to ask, what are you gonna do about my
friends? Do you still want to try it out with them?" Grabbing a rag, he
wiped off the table.

"Can I?" I asked as I turned him around to face me.

He kissed me, not like a passionate kiss, just a kiss, no tongue, "If you
get the chance go for it, if not, wait for me. You don't have to worry
about me, I know you'll come back to Johnny-boy sooner or later,"
referring to his dick.

"All right, but we have to go now! We're late as it is, already," I said
pulling him into his room, acting more like a father then a lover.

"Wait, I have to make a phone call real quick," he said as he grabbed the
phone and went into another room. As he got out, I tried to rush him, we
didn't have time for idle chitchat, we set off for school, me in my new
blades, him on his skateboard.



Later as school:

It was already, third period, lunchtime. This was usually the time that I
went to my side, the bladers, and Matt goes to his, the major rivalry in
my school was between the skaters and the bladers. If we go outside of
our parameters we will be banished from our place and into no mans land,
the scooters. I know it seems stupid, immature, and more likely idiotic,
but its our social realm.

I walked outside, where we always go, it doesn't matter if it was too
hot or raining, it was our spot, and met up with Matt, "Are you sure that
we could do this right now?"

Outside we were near the greenhouse that the horticulture class uses.

Shaking his head, he brushed his shoulder against mine, "No, but I can't
help it, I want you, I want you to want me. All morning all I could just
think of your lips, your ass, your dick, but we can't do anything here,
its just too dangerous. You go to your people I'll go to mine. I'll
meet you at . . . my house or yours?"

I grabbed him and pulled him in the shadows of a nearby wall, which
barricaded the way into the school and out. We were hidden from plain
sight, within the darkness, but once they come close enough, they could
see us. I don't know why I'm taking too many risks, its not my nature,
then again, it wasn't my nature to have sex with guys until I met Matt.
I kissed him, no tongue, "We'll meet at yours, my parents are home, and
their always going into my room without announcement. I wish we could
tell them, but I know I'm not ready. Are you?"

"No, of course not, it just seems so surreal, what we've been doing. All
right we'll meet up at my house, near the herb garden, the orchard.
It's behind the house. I have to go." He left, looking if anyone was
around.

*Snap*

That was a twig, someone was watching us. Looking around I saw no one.
Must have been my imagination. Yeah, that's what I thought.

"Heh."

That was someone, "Who's out there? Come out of there." They were in the
greenhouse. What if they heard what Matt and I was talking about? What if
they're a teacher? The teacher we all know and love. Where the fuck are
they? Its like their not even here. Deciding that it was just my
imagination, I went to the gazebo, where we always hang out.

All my friends were there, Marty, Jeremy, Jason, and Alex. They were
playing with the hackysack, something I never do. Its just to passe, so
80's, that or I can't do it for shit! I maybe an adequate blader, but
other than that I can't do anything else with my legs. Jeremy was my
best friend out of the foursome, "Bob!" It was a joke between the four of
us. Last time we went to the US all we found were hicks, hillbillies, and
hunters. Most likely their names were either Bob or Billy or Billy-Bob.

"Hey, what took you so long? Complete the circle, you do suck at it.
Practice." He tossed me a ball.

Throwing it back at him, "No thanks, I have to take a piss. Be right
back." I turned and left for the restrooms.

Calling back to me, he followed me, "Wait, can I borrow your geography
homework? I didn't do shit last night, too busy. So can I?"

I nodded, "I'll get it to you after mine. You have him at sixth right?
Yeah, all right I have him next."

Starting to walk backwards, "Thanks, you're the man! Are you gonna be
back?" He turned around and started to walk back to the group, who were
waiting anxiously for the ball back.

I called back out to him, "Nah, I'll be in the library!"

Without turning back, he waved goodbye.

Inside a stall, I took an everlasting piss, I held it since second
period. I've always had this weird thing about me, I don't like to piss
in front of other guys. Never did, never will have. The sounds of other
people were also not helping my situation to piss in a urinal.

The sound from the outside quieted, it seems they've all gone. After I
shook off Burt, I opened the stall, nearly falling on my ass from the
surprise of someone special right in my face. I thought he had class this
period, but I guess I was wrong. I've got him in only one class, and
that is one of the classes I love.

Of course I'm not talking about Matt, this was someone who made me hate
myself for looking at his direction. This was really uncomfortable, me
leaning back, and him leaning forward, "Hey Philip, what do you want?
Notes? Why are you so close? Could you back up a bit? Your invading my
personal space." Usually, I could never do that, talk to him, it was just
to awkward for me. He is so hot! I couldn't help getting a semi, when I
looked down into his shirt, seeing his firm torso.

I like the way he's proportioned. He wasn't skinny, wasn't fat,
wasn't built, just somewhere in the middle, like right before a guy goes
in puberty. He's a blonde, blue-eyed, has
-a-great-smile-that-catches-everyones-eye, with a dimpled chin, boy that
is a little more than cryptic. I don't know him very well, not that well
at all. I'm not surprise he doesn't know my name, we've never really
talked, except when I try to help him once in a while in science class,
like telling how much to put into his lab experiment or giving him
slightly extra points on his quizzes. Other than that, we haven't really
said anything to each other of genuine importance.

Philip never moved back, in fact, he came closer, sniffing me, "That
smell, I know that smell. It gives off a scents like . . . cantaloupe. I
love that smell, now, do you know what or who smells like that? What's
your name again?" He moved away from me, and leaned on the sink.

Turning on the faucet next to his, I casually said, "Mark, and hell if I
know." Truth is, I know he meant Matt, that's the way his mouth tastes
like. How would he know that? Matt never said anything about kissing him.
Why wouldn't he? After I rinsed my had I found him staring at me. He is
so cryptic, nothing compared to Matt, but something about him makes me
ache inside.

There was an constrained silence that was going on with us. Finally he
came closer to me and grabbed my arm, squeezing it, sending shocks into
me, "Mark, this smell on you, its not yours, its Matt's isn't it? No,
of course its not yours, I know Matt's scent, its unmistakable, musk and
cantaloupe, always full of lust. Tempting isn't it? Just too tempting to
grab him and just . . . well, I don't have to tell you, do I Mark? You
know first hand."

How can he know?! How the hell could he know?! I could feel the
frightened look rising to my face, I had to try and act cool, "Matt
Price? W-w-w-what do you mean? I haven't d-d-done any-t-t-t-thing. I
wouldn't know." My hand was shaking, from the fear of-of-of something
-ness.

"No! Matt the dog-faced boy. Of course Matt Price. Now, query."

What the fuck? "What?! I'm not queer," I said as he grabbed me by the
hand, entwining my fingers with his.

"Relax, query, not queer. It means question. Now, why are you so jumpy? I
have done or said anything you haven't already did or haven't done."
Coming closer to me, he turned me around so my back was facing the
lengthy mirror and me facing him. We were about the same height, so I was
basically looking at him straight in the eye. "Now, back to my first
question, why do you have that smell on you? We've already calculated
that it's not yours, it's Matt's. But why is it on you? Is it because
your, what? Sleeping with him?"

A part of me wants to say yes, something that has been has been burdened
into my lap ever since Matt's first `I love you.' Another part of me
tells me that if I do, he'll turn on me and I'll be cast out. That part
is my most cynical one. I don't know what to do, if I say yes, he'll
know, if I say no, he'll know. So, I just did what I had to do, mostly
in a whisper, "Yes."

Our hands were shaking, mostly mine, and from what I could tell, he was
purely calm. How could anyone be so . . . so confident? He's going on a
hunch, and he doesn't know what would happen if he was wrong, he just
does it, blindly. Although I admire that, I don't think that it would
work in this lifestyle. Maybe that's why I love Matt so much, he loves
to take charge, and so does this guy. Philip was and is, unfortunately,
not one of a kind, you can find more than one of them in all skater
cliques.

"What was that?" he kept on prying, looking for me to do something more.
Intertwining his other hand with mine, he put his ear next to mine.
Resting his chest on mine, I could tell the difference between us right
then; his breath was fine, mine was heavy-handed. "Repeat what you just
said. Tell me what you want. If I remember correctly, I think that it
was, `Yeah, most of them are cute. Especially me.' and you'll drop
Matt in a second, just for a day with me. Now, I love Matt, like a
brother, well, not exactly like a brother, but he loves you, not me. He
wants me to fulfil your fantasy. He loves you, you know that? Everyone in
our group loves him. Tries to love him, but incredibly, he just wants
you, just you, no one else. You're the really lucky to that he loves
you. He doesn't love anyone, he doesn't trusts. He doesn't even trust
us. Now, if I give you thirty minutes with me, would you consider staying
with Matt?"

I couldn't say a thing, my mouth was nailed shut.

"Matt said something about this," he said. I wanted to say something, but
before I could he kissed me. Wow! This boy works fast.

At first I couldn't handle this, I tried to push him away, afraid more
if Matt caught us if not someone else, but soon I got into the kiss.
Trying to put my tongue in his mouth, he pulled away. "What's wrong?" I
asked. I wondered if I did anything wrong, "Sorry, I didn't mean to.
I'll leave now." Moving away from him, I took two steps before he
grabbed my arm.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, its just . . . Matt. He told me that
I could kiss you but no tongue. Protective, was just the word I thought,
but unfortunately he was too strict on this. That's a rule for you, ever
get on his bad side, he holds a grudge way to long. He would even talk to
me for a month when I accidently cummed in his mouth. I told him that I
was sorry, but he didn't want to speak with me."

That was surprising, all the times he sucked me off he swallowed, but he
wouldn't swallow any of his? Wait, he said, he jacked off with Philip
only, he's holding back on me. I needed the full story, "Hey, Philip," I
felt something else there too, "you don't really want to do this do you?
But why are you?"

"Um, what do you , mean?" This time he's the one that pulled away.

I needed more info about Matt so I kept on prying, even if it was against
me morality. I was making him uncomfortable, and it just wasn't my
style, but Ii had to know, "You know what I mean, you seem preoccupied,
and you don't really want to do this, do you?" I repeated.

Scratching his head, he said, "All right, its true. I never really wanted
to do this, its just Matt said he'll do me a favor in the end. I guess I
just wanted to be on his good side."

"All right, if I promise you could have one night with him, what will you
do for me--?" I had to do this right, exactly right, but that would be
very hard if he never tries to make me finish.

"Anything, anything." He's so eager to anything with Matt. Like I
wasn't?! I totally get why he's like this, Matt's the hottest guy in
school.

"Ok, I'll work on it, but that thing you need to do for me."

"Oh, okay." He started unbuttoning his shirt.

That made me use all the will power it took not to laugh, teenagers, and
I know that I am one, are so . . . I guess the only word you can use is
horny. Using my most delicate voice, I didn't want to scare him, I said,
"No, that's not what I meant. I know that you don't want to do that
with me, so I'm not gonna force you. All I want is for you to tell the
truth, to tell me a story, well, three stories, if you know them." He
nodded. "All right, we'll start with the first story, what happened
between you and Matt? Why did you cum in his mouth? Why did he get mad?"

"All right, I guess, I'll start with those questions first then the
story, well, I came in his mouth because he was sucking me, and he got
Matt because he said he never swallows. I asked him about that never
part, and he said, that his brother got him into it."

His brothers?! Why didn't he mention any of that?! I decided not to say
anything, I need to know.

"Well, to the story, it happened a few months ago. He asked me to come
over to help with the English homework. Homework, my ass, he finished
before I did. Leading me to the kitchen, he asked if I wanted a cola or
something, I forget. Well, he tossed me one, and it was wet. It was one
of those hot days that even us islanders can't take, and we sweat.
Matt's body was drenched.

"He really knows how to bring up the heat, doesn't he? Yeah, he started
to rub the can on his neck, giving me a full view. Now that I think about
it, he tried way too hard to make sure I was watching. He was hot, and
not just that, he was hot and horny. I could tell because he was
protruding a hard on that made me freak. He wasn't even embarrassed,
heh, like most of us, he thinks with his dick. But that's Matt, he's
never cares what people thing of him, if he's horny, he tells you, if
he's not, he'll try and make you make him horny.

"Well, anyways, he told me that he was sweltering. And I knew that this
was set up, I was set up, because he never uses the word `sweltering.'
Although, I knew he just wanted to use me one way or another, but I just
had the impulsion to go with it. That was when I found out how cute he
was. How much he turns everyone's moods up. He is wicked when it comes
to sex. Not that we've had actual sex, just oral and hands-on, but it
was the most amazing one I've ever had.

"Well, he started telling me that it was so fucking hot that he needed to
take off his shirt. God! He does look good without his shirt doesn't he?
Well, anyways, he started to tweak his nipples, and I think I made a joke
about have a glasscutter on my hands. He gave me a playful punch on my
shoulder which started an all out war. Since I couldn't grab his shirt,
which was thrown on the floor, I went for the belt. I was able to flip
him and pinned him down. All throughout our wrestling I got hard, very,
very, very quickly.

"He was uneasy about this position, who wouldn't be? On my ass I felt
something hard, it was him. Then out of the blue, he said something about
he likes to be on top. I smiled at him, homing that this will turn into
more, but I still got off of him. He looked so cute on the ground, I just
wanted to pounce him, but I held back. Don't you ever get that feeling
about him?"

Throughout his story, I loved the way he described Matt, it was just the
same way that I do, but that's not love, its lust. Afraid I was gonna
say something wrong or bad about him, I nodded.

"After I picked him up, he started to fix my shirt. He started to fix the
collar of my shirt, but I thought he was gonna kiss me. It was so
embarrassing. There I was, with my lips puckered, and him staring at me
and then saying something about lint on my shirt. I was so mortified. I
tried to act more confident, so I told him that I thought that he wanted
a piece of me and I was just giving it to him. Next thing I knew he was
sucking on my . . ."

Mesmerized by his story, I leaned in forward trying to get more info. Not
only that I was getting pretty stiff, I tried to fix it by shifting it
around. I tried to finish what he said, "Dick?"

He smacked my arm, "No, Dirty-mind, neck, he was sucking on my neck. I
was in deep pleasure. I fell over from the pleasure. Well, then we jacked
off. And a few days later he called me over for some more `homework'
and ended up with me sucking him and him sucking me. I don't know of any
other stories. So, are you sure that you don't need help with that? I
mean, I am Matt's gift to you."

"You mean, you don't feel . . . cheap? Like he sold you out? Too me?" I
asked.

"Not at all, you've gotta stop doing that. Sometimes sex, is just sex,
not love. You have to get over the idea that Matt's all that innocent.
All that I can tell you is that he has dickbreath. You know, that thing
that happens to girls mouths when they suck on dick way too much? Well,
it happens to Matt time to time. Not that I can criticize, I mean, I have
been known to give a good blow job now and then, but I can't compare to
Matt. He's gotten pretty well at them. So how `bout it? Care to give me
dickbreath?"

"I'm sorry," I said. I really didn't want to do this, I don't want
anyone but Matt. That was a crack what I said last night.

"Oh," was all he said.

I think I hurt his feelings, I guess he really wants to do this, so I
decide to make a joke about it, "But you can't get dickbreath, I have
some mints in my backpack." I kissed him, no heat or sparks, and
definitely no tongue, I agree with Matt it's just to . . . personal.
After I broke the kiss, I asked, "Hey, shouldn't we lock the door?
Someone could just walk in."

Starting to plant kisses on my neck, he said, "It's all right, I locked
it on the way in. There's a sign on the door that says `Broken' so
don't worry."

"Broken?" I asked because that was, original.

"Well, `Out of Order' was just so Olsen Twins," he said. He started to
fumble around with my belt, so i undid it for him, tossing it into the
sink.

"Okay, lets get to the main event. Now, if you want, I could do something
to you to. Since you told me the story first, I'll do you first," I said
as I pushed him against the full length mirror. Quickly unbuckling his
belt, I unzipped his jeans. I decided not to take them off, since we had
to be gone in less than 30 minutes. I had to work fast. Pulling out his
undershirt, from his pants I stuffed my hand under there looking for his
nipples. After I started to get a good work on them, he started to moan.
The rest of the buttons on his shirt were getting annoying. I grabbed the
top button and with a flick of the wrist I got all of them off, "That I
learned from Matt."

Giving me a grin that I always hated to see before, I knew that he was
enjoying this.

Bringing down his boxers I watched as his dick flopped out. It was about
six inches and just as Matt said, it was uncut, not only that, it was
much thicker than mine or Matt's. He may lick the size but he does make
it up with his thickness. It was the first one that I saw, and wow, it
really was cool. I wish that I could have mine uncut. "Wow Cool!" God I
sounded like a child with a new toy. Right now, I think I do. He was
fully hard, and just the tip of his cock was showing. I pulled it back
and then put it in the same position. I loved the way the head, protruded
and it took all the will power I had to not say, `peek-a-boo.' I
stopped rubbing his nipples just so that he could still feel the shocks
every time I brushed against it, but not enough so that it hurt. I took
hold of his dick, pulled the foreskin back, and put just the head into my
mouth. Gently suckling on him, he's precum was leaking directly into my
tongue. It had a slightly lighter taste than Matt's, but he produced a
lot more.

I tried to take more into my mouth but I could get only about an inch and
a half. His dick seemed to be as thick as my three fingers. Already I was
hard, hard from just sucking Matt's friend. Looking at his face, I knew
I was doing a good job, pun intended, with this, even if I was a novice
when it came to sucking. His precum was now flowing continuously into my
mouth and it was a change from Matt's strong cum. I guess I could get
used to sucking Philip off, if he wants it. Has Matt really taken this
thing in his mouth? Well, if he can do it, so can I. Hmm, song lyrics,
`Anything you can do, I can do better.' and Matt goes, `I can do
anything better than you.' I know I'm weird, and I'm one of the few
people who would actually admit to that, but I like the way I am. Who can
say that?

It was much different that sucking Matt. The thing that was most
divergent was his foreskin, it felt weird, but nice. It was smooth, he
had the smoothing skin on his dick. He must use lotion when he jacks off.

Philip was on cloud nine, "Ohmaigod!" He is American so he can't help
but push words together. Hell, I've been known to do that sometimes. He
took over my tweaking and had both arms in his shirt. It took only a few
moments for him to finish off, "Mark, move, I'm close!"

Heh, if he thinks that's what I'm gonna do, he doesn't know me very
well. Starting to increase my pace, he started to quiver, from the amount
of pressure I was taking away. I've had more than half in my mouth and
it was just more than half an inch in my throat, when he started to spurt
his man-goo. The first shot went into my throat, so I didn't get a taste
of anything, till I pulled him out so the tip was at my tongue. It was
much different from Matt's, in fact, since his precum was much lighter
than Matt's own, I thought his cum would be lighter too, I was wrong. It
was much stronger than Matt's, it almost grossed me out, until I
remembered that he was doing this for me.

When he was cumming, he fisted my shirt for balance. I could tell from
the force of his spurts, he held this in for a long time, "Oh, oh, oh."

I had to push him hard against the wall to keep him from falling on me.

After his `moment' was done, I swallowed th cum within my mouth. Philip
was still reeling from his most recent orgasm. He face was of pure
satisfaction, and I know he was loving it that Matt's protégée did it to
him. He was smiling at me, "Thank you, I think you already know that I
really, really, really, really, really needed that." That was so cute,
repetition, was a signal for an overachiever.

"Hey, it was nothing. Too bad we can't do anything about me, we don't
have any time." was all I was able to say. I moved over to the mirror and
started to fix my shirt and face. There was a speck of cum, left on my
lips. He started to fix his clothing as well.

"Hey, sorry, about that. I tried to warn you about that, but you didn't
move. I'm really sorry," he apologized.

Taking the rest of the cum on my finger and put it toward his mouth. When
he didn't take it, I ate it, "Stop with that, `sorry' shit. If you
don't I'll never do that to you again and I'll never try to get you
together with Matt."

He looked shocked.

"It was my responsibility to pull off, I wanted you cum in my mouth,
it's cool. I've done it to Matt and he's done it to me. That's why I
was surprised when you said Matt didn't talk to you because you came in
his mouth."

Taking a pencil from my pocket, and paper from my back, which was on the
floor, where I put it when I came in, I wrote Matt a note. After folding
it into a small square, I told him, "Now, could you give this to Matt?
Your in his Teen Living class next right?"

He nodded when he took the piece of paper, "Do you mind if I read it?"

"Not at all, you can if you want to but it just says sappy stuff, `I
love you,' `Can't wait to see you,' `I love your dick.' You know,
something couples do together." Actually, I lied to him, it talked about
what to do about Philip and what we just did, but I doubt he would read
it.

"Alright, I'll give it to him. Are you sure you don't want me to finish
you off?" he asked so politely like it was something you tell your
father.

"Unfortunately, no. Like I said we have no time. You'll leave first and
then I'll go after," he shook his head, kissed me, and then left.

I stayed inside of the bathroom, and put on my belt and then left.

TBC

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