Date: Mon, 30 Nov 1998 14:43:27 -0800 From: Jon <jon@netwhizz.nu> Subj: A Love Discovered - Chapter 3 Comments, requests for more chapters, or suggestions for future plot lines will be welcomed! This story is fiction, but I hope you will enjoy it anyway. This can be freely distributed to other archives or newsgroups, as long as the byline & this header information stays attached. Comments, criticism, feedback, or suggestions for future plot lines will be happily entertained - flames will not be. You can reach me at jon@netwhizz.nu. You can also visit my website at http://www.netwhizz.nu/. Enjoy! ******************** A Love Discovered by Jon ******************** Chapter 3 ========== ... [Somehow, I knew that this wasn't the end of it though, and that the almost-kiss we shared wasn't going to be brushed off by either of us.] As the movie ended, we filed out of the theater and towards my car. Matt and I had hardly said a word to each other since the kiss that we had almost engaged in earlier that night. I was becoming more and more worried that our relationship had taken a turn for the worse, and that I was forever losing Matt as a friend. The ride home was uneventful. I was still a little uncomfortable, and so I kept the radio up to discourage conversation. Everything seemed so uncertain and for the first time, I really had no idea what was going to happen next or what I was going to do. We eventually arrived back home, and as I let Matt back in, I took a good look at his face for the first time since we had left the movie. I wasn't prepared to see his eyes slightly red - it looked like he had been crying a bit. "Matt," I trailed off. He turned around to look at me, and the pain on his face was evident. "Matt...what's wrong?" I knew the answer, but the question was almost a reflex. Instead of answering me, he turned away. "I...I need to go to the bathroom." He walked away from me and towards the end of the hall. Something inside me couldn't help but follow him as I saw him walk into the bathroom and close the door. I walked towards the closed door and pressed an ear up to it. I had to strain to hear, but I could make out the sound of sniffling. And it literally broke my heart. I knocked lightly on the door. "Matt?" "Trev...look...I...um," he sniffed. "I can't..." I didn't wait for him to finish. I opened the door slowly and looked inside. Matt was sitting on the counter top, facing away from me. I walked towards him and hesitantly put a hand on his shoulder. His shoulders heaved up, as he sniffed. I saw another tear roll down his cheek. I put my other arm around him and hugged him. As he leaned his head on my shoulder, I could feel his body shaking. A tear began to roll down my cheek. "Matt, please...tell me what's wrong," I said. "Don't you know?" he sniffled, without looking up. At that moment, I suppose my emotions had overtaken my logic. The secret love of my life was crying like a baby in my arms, and I couldn't help it. I turned my head and placed a gentle kiss right on his forehead. He looked up in surprise. It wasn't an expression of anger or hate - just surprise. I moved my hand up to his face and gently wiped the tears out of his eyes. He sniffled again, but not as noticeably this time. He leaned his head back on my shoulder and I placed my other arm back around him. I held him like that, gently massaging his back and enveloping him in my arms for another few minutes until he finally looked back up at me. The expression on his face wasn't really a smile, but more like a "thank you". I hugged him again briefly, and stood up. Matt looked me straight in the eye again. "Better?" I asked him, a gentle smile on my face. "Much," he replied, with a slight smile himself. He lifted himself off the countertop and walked out of the bathroom back towards my bedroom. * * * * * We watched the news on TV for a bit, but we were noticeably closer physically then before. I slipped my arm around his waist, and he didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, he moved closer to me and leaned up against me as we lay sitting up on my bed with our backs against the wall. I was aroused beyond belief and was grateful that I had managed to adjust my crotch right after we left the bathroom. Still, I was convinced that my hardness was fairly obvious, and I was sure Matt had noticed it by now. The newscast ended and I hit the power switch on the remote, turning off the TV. As the only light source in the room dimmed out, Matt and I were left in total darkness. It was quiet, but I could hear his quiet breathing as his head rested on my shoulder. My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, but Matt and I still remained in the same position - his body leaned against mine, his head on my shoulder, and my arm around his waist. My arm began to get uncomfortable, and I slightly shifted our position. "Trev..." Matt whispered, his voice muffled by my shirt. "Yeah..." I quietly answered back, trying not to destroy the mood. "Thanks. I mean, for everything." he said, sounding slightly self-conscious, but still unmoving from his position. "Hey, what are friends for?" I smiled at him, even though I knew he couldn't see it. Struck by another strong urge of affection, I turned my head and again kissed him ever so gently, but this time on the top of his head. I felt his head lift off my shoulder, and I could make out his face as the moonlight shone in my window. As I looked into his eyes, something indescribable passed between us. In that instant, his eyes delved deeply into my soul, and mine into his and our feelings became shared property. At the same time, we began what we had started before, which before had been interrupted by my brother. But this time, there was no interruption. There was no sound in the room aside from our breathing and I could almost feel the lust emanating from his body. Our heads moved closer and closer ever so slowly until I finally felt my lips gently brush against his. His lips pressed back against mine, and we shared the most intimate kiss, the most intimate feeling that I have ever felt. His head tilted slightly, as did mine, and our lips pressed more firmly together. I felt him break off the kiss after just a few seconds, and he moved until he was stradling my body with his knees. He leaned back in and our lips hungrily sought each other. This time, there was no hesitation, no moment of pause as we opened our lips and pressed our tongues together. The kiss was every bit as erotic and emotional as I had imagined, and more. The taste of his mouth was perfect in every way, and I eagerly began to lick the insides of his mouth, dancing across his tongue. We continued the kiss for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a couple of minutes. As we finally mutually broke apart, he leaned his head against my chest. I moved down until I was fully lying down on my back and he lay next to me, his head on my chest and his arms wrapped around me. I knew we both wanted to do more, to explore each other's bodies and to fully delve into this whole world of new feelings that we had opened ourselves up to. But by the same token, I was thorougly exhausted from the day and from the incredible intimate kiss we had just shared, as was Matt. The kiss was an emotional tie that had been established between us, and for the first time I felt completely content with him lying in my arms. I felt his breathing grow even, and his chest gently rise and fall with the regularity of sleep, as I drifted into a dream-land of my own... * * * * * During the night, many times I felt just barely on the edge of consciousness. At several points, I was on some subconscious level, aware of our bodies pressing into each other, our roaming arms and hands, and our lips briefly touching a few times. Eventually, I awoke -- my clock showed 2:15 am on it's bright neon display. As I became more aware of my surroundings, I gently extracted my arm from underneath Matt and as quietly as I could, I slipped off my jeans and t-shirt, left just in my boxers. As I thought for a minute, I smiled inwardly and slid my boxers over my hips and kicked them to the foot of the bed with the rest of my clothes, left completely in the nude. As I finished, Matt moaned quietly and leaned back into me. I gently pushed him away and onto his back. He moaned again, a little louder, and I suddenly became worried that he might wake up; I certainly didn't want to destroy my new-found lover's beauty sleep! But, pushing the limits as always, I leaned over him and gently began to undo the button holding his own jeans together. I slowly slid the zipper down and spent a brief second fondling his crotch - the object of my affections for so long. I felt him beginning to grow stiff, but I wasn't ready to enter another level of our relationship with him just barely awake. So I placed my hands back up on his hips. I leaned my head in towards his ear, knowing that on some level, he must have been aware of what was going on. "Matt," I whispered almost silently. "Matt, lift your hips," I urged him. In response, his hips lifted up and I slid the jeans down his legs and off. But this time, of his own accord, he lifted his arms and I removed his t-shirt. I was content, but I heard him quietly. "Isn't there something you're forgetting," he mumbled quietly. Well, so much for letting him sleep! Smiling inwardly, I put my hands back on his waist, and he complied, lifting his hips up yet again as I removed his boxers. As I took them off, it was quite obvious that his cock was fully erect and I stopped on my way down to give it a quick squeeze. He moaned his approval, but I decided not to press things - at this point, I was just content to wrap my arms around him, which was exactly what I did. He pressed his nude front into mine, and as our flesh pressed against each other, I shivered - partly in the sudden warmth of another body and partly in pleasure. I felt our most intimate press against each other, and we leaned our heads in for another brief kiss. As we both pulled away, he smiled at me and kissed me on the forehead like I had done for him earlier. He twisted his body around, pressing the firm globes of his ass against my crotch and sending another wave of pleasure through my already stiff manhood. We lay together in the "spoons" position and we both simultaneously drifted back into our own worlds of sleep. * * * * * As my eyes slowly drifted open, I became conscious of the bright light shining into my room through the window. The second thing that my mind began to process was the warm flesh pressed against the front of my body. I nuzzled my chin slightly against Matt's shoulder; he moaned erotically as he turned around to face me on our sides and slowly opened his eyes. "Mornin'," he drawled with a wink and a killer smile. "Mornin' yerself, cowboy," I grinned right back. I planted a kiss right on his nose to make sure I wasn't still dreaming, but his smile grew wider and before I knew it, a tongue was knocking at the door to my lips, demanding entry! We lay like that for much of the morning, gently laying in each others' arms, kissing, and talking. For the first time, I realized just how much I loved Matt and I told him so. "Yeah, well...you weren't the only one," he said with a shy smile. "Really? Okay, so tell me when you first started feeling something towards me." I said. "I dunno. I guess as we became friends. You're the first guy that I've ever...had....feelings for," he mumbled. I was a little unsure of what to say next. This was my first time too, after all! "So..um...where do we go from here?" "Back to sleep," he yawned, as he turned over and feigned sleeping. "You lazy sloth!" I laughed, and with that, I jumped on top of him and started shaking him. He started squirming beneath me, which gave me a brilliant idea -- I decided to find out just how ticklish he was. By the time I finished, Matt was laughing until he was gasping for breath and begging me to stop. "I'll do...anything...you want...just...STOP!" he said, squealing as he tried to evade my quick hands. Upon hearing that, I immediately stopped and gave him the most evil grin I could muster. "What?" he asked in mild confusion. "Anything I want?" I asked, my grin growing. "Within reason," he added, a smile starting to form on his own lips as he realized what was on my mind. "So is this," I trailed off, moving my hand downward and gripping on his still-hard shaft, "within reason?" His only response was to close his eyes and moan quietly - I took that as permission to continue. I began to jerk Matt off slowly, gently moving my hand up and down his soft skin, feeling the warmth his hard cock was putting out. His moans urged me forward and I began to increase my tempo, moving my other hands to his balls and massaging them slowly as my fist began to rapidly move up and down over his hard dick. He continued to moan, squirming slightly under me in his pleasure. I was mightily tempted to lean down and add my tongue into the foray, but opted against it, leaving a little something for later. I could hear his moans getting louder and his hips started to gyrate, thrusting upward with each downstroke I made. "Mmmmm...," I moaned in my own pleasure, my fantasies at last coming true. On a stroke of genius, I told Matt to bend his knees upward, slightly exposing his tight virgin hole. I spread his knees slightly and began to rub my own hard cock against the sensitive bridge of skin between his balls and his ass. His moans grew more intense, and my own hardness responded favorably, spreading precum up and down that hyper-sensitive area. I could feel Matt getting close. His hips started lifting off the bed more and more, and his breathing grew more and more heavy. I moved my left hand off his balls, and slid in underneath to his tight hole. I pressed my index finger gently against the exposed flesh there and began to rub back and forth, being careful not to penetrate him yet. The pleasure must have grown too great, because with one last final grunt, he lifted his hips high off the bed and opened his eyes as his cock began to emit streams of cum. The first shot straight up and came back down, landing on my hand. The second one, however, shot forward and landed on my chest. The rest landed on him and slowly dribbled out. I took my hand off his shrinking member and brought my hand to my mouth, tasting his cum for the first time. It had a fairly nice flavor to it, kind of sweet and yet not noticeably so. I licked the rest off and wiped the stream of his jizz from my chest and swallowed that too. I ran my tongue along the slight patch of blond pubic hair above his cock and licked the remaining cum off of it, adding it to the rest of his seed already in my stomach. Matt lay back in post-orgasmic bliss, closing his eyes and relaxing his muscles. The smile was plainly evident on his face, as I leaned in and pressed my cum-covered lips against his, letting him taste his own seed. Despite his apparent lack of energy, he kissed me back firmly, cleaning his remaining cum off the sides of my mouth. As we broke the kiss, he lay back once again and I lay in his arms, lightly kissing his neck and cuddling with him. [To be continued...] END CHAPTER 3 ----------------------- Feedback, comments, suggestions, criticisms, etc. would be greatly appreciated! jon@netwhizz.nu ;)