Date: Fri, 26 Nov 1999 20:32:26 EST
From: JaysonBinMS@aol.com
Subject: The Morning After

Just the usual stuff: This short story contains descriptions of homosexual
acts.  If this stuff bothers you why the hell are you reading it???  If
you're underage you're not supposed to read it either.  Sorry I didn't make
the law.  Peace and love to everyone.  Let me know what you think of my
story.  This story is the follow up to Jayson and Matt that so many readers
requested.  I am grateful to all the kind words and wisdom from all my
readers.  And I must thank the cool people at Nifty for giving me a place
to express myself.

Jayson and Matt, The Morning After

The next morning I remembered two things.  The first was the headache from
HELL.  No more drinking for me.  The second thing made everything else
better.  I awoke naked in my best friend Matt's arms.  In bed with HIM.
And he was naked, too.  My morning erection throbbed as I felt Matt's
pressed against my thigh.  I was really worried that last night would ruin
our relationship.  I didn't want to loose my Matt.  Still, waking up in his
arms, even if it was just once, made everything else seem trivial.  He
looked like an angel as he slept.  When I tried to untangle myself from his
grasp he whimpered a little then pressed against me tighter.  It was as if
he didn't want to let me go.  What a dream he must have been having.  I
savored the moment falling back into a gentle sleep.

The sound of running water awoke me.  This time I was alone in my bed.  My
immediate thought was that I had a very vivid dream.  My spirit started to
sink as I realized last night was a dream.  It didn't happen....

"Morning.  Hope you don't mind.  I'm going to jump in the shower."

OK, so the sound of his voice woke me up for real this time.  I'll admit
that I'm NOT a morning person.  It takes me a minute in the morning.  Give
me a break.  I rolled over just in time to see a naked Matt walk into the
bathroom.  I sat up.  It took every bit of self control I had to not run in
that bathroom and jump in that shower.  Plus I had to go to the bathroom
anyway.  Down boy!  I jumped out of bed, put on a pair of boxers, and went
to do my business in the guest bathroom.  I returned with two cups of
coffee just as Matt was drying off.  He wrapped the towel around his waist
and walked into my bedroom.  He immediately grabbed his cup of coffee and
sat down next to me on my bed.

"Man, you passed out cold last night.  I had to carry your ass upstairs.  I
didn't know what you slept in so I, um, just took your clothes off and
covered you up."  He was actually blushing a bit.

"No that's ok," I replied meekly.  Hell, it was terrific!

"So this isn't going to be one of those awkward moments or anything, is it?
I mean, I hope you remember last night and all.  I do."

"Yeah I remember.  I wasn't sure if you really wanted to remember or not."
I said looking at the floor.

"Come on now, you know me better than that.  I wouldn't take advantage of
you regardless of how drunk we were.  We both knew exactly what was
happening.  I just wish I knew what was supposed to happen now."  Matt
still has not made eye contact with me.

"I don't know what to say," I began.

"How about no regrets?" he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
Lightly.  Sweetly.

Blame it on hormones, on me, on Matt, or whatever you want.  I couldn't
help myself.  I kissed him back.  It was just a little kiss on the cheek
just like he gave me.  But I couldn't stop myself.  My lips found his lips,
then his tongue found mine.  He leaned across me to put his coffee on the
nightstand then put his arms around me.  We fell back on the bed with him
on top of me.  We kissed some more.  He looked into my eyes (FINALLY) as he
removed the damp towel around his waste.  His beautiful erection pleaded
for my attention.  I felt his hands on the back of my head pushing me down
towards his manhood.  I marveled at its perfection.  Its skin was so soft
and pink, yet his penis was so hard and warm.  The smooth skin contrasted
to the stubble where his pubic hair used to be.  He was in my mouth before
I knew it.  Gently pushing.  He moaned quietly as he rubbed my back.  I
closed my eyes and concentrated on giving my best friend everything I
could.  I wanted to take him to another planet.  I glanced up towards his
face to see the few small beads of sweat on his forehead.  He had the most
peaceful and content expression on his face.

He pulled out of my mouth so suddenly that I thought I did something wrong.
He was trying to catch his breath.  He didn't come yet.  Why did he want to
stop?  I grabbed his penis to put it back where it belonged, but he pulled
me up to him and rolled over on top of me.  Again his tongue found mine.
He tasted like peppermint.  Sweet even.  He almost ripped my boxers off in
one swift motion.  He explored my mouth with his probing tongue as
nervously played with my throbbing erection.

"I can't stop looking at it.  Look at it."  He acted amazed as he felt me
up while smiling to me.

There was no part of my privates that he didn't touch.  He experimented
with his fingers and hands while watching my face closely for a response.
I reached down and began masturbating him vigorously.  I could tell it
wouldn't be long for either of us.

"I need you," he gasped as he kissed me deeply.  "Please."

Thinking that he meant he wanted me to suck him I began kissing my way
downward.  But he stopped me before I got below his chest.  I looked at his
face with confusion, and he returned my gaze with passion and desire.  He
turned me over, spread my legs, and climbed on me.  I felt his warm
hardness rubbing in my crack.  Searching.  Oh my GOD.  I've never done
THAT.  He wasn't going to....

He may have been confused and uncertain when we awoke this morning.  But he
made up for it as he pushed himself in me with long, smooth strokes.  His
confusion and uncertainty became confidence and urgency.  The pain of his
invasion lasted only a few strokes as his throbbing tool caressed my sweet
spot.  He gently pushed into me for what seemed like hours while he kissed
the back of my neck.  He massaged my penis as I came so hard it hurt.  He
was only a few seconds after me.  As he caught his breath he layed against
my back sweating.  He stayed in me a long time.  There was no pain when he
pulled out only emptiness.

I rolled over on my back because my knees and arms were sore from
supporting both of us.  He wrapped his arms around me and layed his head on
my chest.  Every so often he would lean up, smile, and kiss me.  We both
fell asleep exhausted.  When I awoke he was already awake, still holding
me, and looking at me.  I was all of the sudden embarrassed by my nudity.
He seemed to understand and smiled.  He pointed at his shriveled up little
cock and laughed lightly.

"I told you it got small after I came," he giggled.

"I don't mind."  At this point I didn't care.  It was still beautiful.

"You do things with me no girl could."

There were many more times shared.  Secrets shared.  Memories made.
Intimacies exchanged.  Matt continued dating his girlfriend who insisted
that they wait until they got engaged.  Matt didn't seem to mind.  He had
me as his willing mistress.  About a year later Matt moved away when his
father got transferred.  We lost touch.  Today every man I meet I compare
to Matt.  Sexually, emotionally, physically, and spiritually.  He will
always be my first.

The End