Date: Thu, 8 Dec 2011 01:01:08 -0500
From: Jesse Jesse <gmmac1987@hotmail.com>
Subject: Matthew, My Love Pt 14

	Winter had come to the Appalachian mountains once again, bringing
with it the icy winds and rain that pelted down upon the mountain
inhabitants. Football was over. Our school had been dismally crushed at the
last game of the season, 45-0. The humiliating loss had stung so that not
even the nerds or Monday-morning-athletes could bring themselves to jeer or
mock. Drew, however, was not fazed by this loss. Indeed, he hadn't blinked
a second eye that night as he'd walked off the field, covered in icy mud
and slush from the freezing nights wet row. In truth, it seemed that since
we'd both come to the understanding of taking our relationship slower and
not pressuring each other, we'd both been happier and more content, even in
the worst of situations. Nothing more had been said about our "loving" each
other since that evening, but we both knew that we'd grown closer since
then. Neither of us had mentioned it, of course, but we both felt it. It
had started out so subtly that neither of us had hardly realized anything
different. Only one day after I'd been watching the last practice of the
year did I realize that I'd reached for his hand, as he came bounding over,
without even realizing it. Neither of us gave much thought to his sudden
pulling my hands to his lips and tenderly kissing them as we'd parted at my
doorstep one evening after school These little gestures, however, told a
very different story than what either of us had "agreed" not so long
ago. Now I found myself coming round corners to stumble on him and his
closest friends whispering my name, his friends laughing and mocking him
for his "dopey grin." I found myself standing in front of my closet, though
I didn't really have that many clothes, trying to decide "what Drew would
like" for my daily outfitting. It was only one evening as we came flying
through my door, dodging the bitter wind and freezing rain that cut even
through our thickest layers, that I looked at him and it happened, that
rare time when you look at that wonderful someone and your heart skips.

	There he stood, his button up shirt soaking wet from the bitter
rain that had followed us home, his nose red from the cold, and that "goofy
smile" on his face his friends had jibed him about. It was then, as my
heart began to flip and flop within me, that I realized just how much I'd
grown to care for the young man in front of me. "Drew..." "Yeah, babe?"
... "I love you." He was across the floor in an instant, his strong arms
around mine. "And I love you." Wet sandy hair fell from being plastered to
his head across my face as two full, tender lips met mine. It was the most
tender of kisses, as if he was unsure I wanted it. But I did want
it...Taking a chance, and hoping with everything in me that he felt the
same love for me as I for him, I wrapped my arms around his neck, took a
great leap, wrapping my legs around his waist and clung to him for dear
life. Instantly, as if sensing what I was going to do before I did it, two
arms made their way under my legs, and held me to his warm chest. He made
no hurry to make his way toward the sofa or bed. As we kissed and snuggled,
I couldn't help but be amused at how the scene must have looked. There I
was, always a scrawny, short little guy, held tight by a 6'3" mountain of
muscle and abs! "Alex, I want you to know something. I know you told me
that we'd `know' when we loved each other, and I'm glad you do love me. But
I need you to know that I have, and I say this with all my heart, always
loved you. You may not believe me, but from the first time I laid eyes on
you, I knew that there was something wonderful about you. You don't expect
me to be anything that I'm not. You don't ask anything of me, except to
love you in return for the love you show, and that's what I love so much
about you. I love you, Alex Duncan."... "Drew, show me how much you love
me."... "Are you sure?" I couldn't help but grin at him, ever the loving
gentleman, the concerned look on his face. "I'm as sure as I could ever
be. I love you, Drew, and you say you love me. I want you to show me how
much you love me. I want to feel your love."

	Laying me carefully down on the bed, Drew began an assault on my
lips. Our mouths seemed to meld into one hot, passionate flow of love. As
he moved from my lips along my jawbone and to each of my ears, I felt two
hands begin inching up under my pullover and shirt. Massaging my stomach,
and making me shiver as he went, Drew began to explore my abdomen under my
clothes. His lips finally broke contact with my skin long enough for my top
half's clothes to be removed in one swift pulling movement. Drew stared at
me smiling. "You're even sexier than I'd thought." A terrible blush
blotched my face. I knew my body was nothing especially "sexy." I'd always
been rather skinny, a slight athletic build, with hardly any hair on my
abdomen. The one thing I had worked more crunches than I cared to count
for, and was damn proud of, was my abs, but I knew that my body paled in
comparison to the mountain of muscle sitting opposite me. Two hands found
their way under my arms and, literally, picked me up from where I sat,
placing me astraddle of his own lap. He lips found their place again along
the back of my jaw and ears, as his hands began their exploration of my
middle. Rough, callused hands of a ball player and "gym jockey" ran their
way along my abs and chest, stopping at each nipple and caressing them
lovingly. He kissed, licked , and sucked his way from my face down along my
shoulders, past my chest, and stopping to tickle my bellybutton. Finally as
he stopped, staring lustily at me, I had my chance. He'd seen me, but I
wanted him. Before he had any chance to object, I began fumbling with the
buttons to the wet shirt that clung to him. Finally losing patience, I
jerked violently on the shirts' lapel, causing each button on the front to
pop open. Though his face flushed, he laughed amusedly. "Hey, what am I
supposed to do on the way home now?" Transfixed by the sight before me, I
managed to croak only a few words. "You won't be going home."

	The button up shirt, hanging open and still wringing wet, clinging
to Drew's body was one of the biggest turn-on's I'd ever seen. Not a six,
but an eight-pack of washboard abs bulged below two enormous pecs. His body
was relatively smooth, except for a fine coating of "peach fuzz" hair along
his upper chest and below his navel. My hand trembled as I reached out to
touch the mounds of muscle in front of me. As ashamed as I was to admit, I
didn't remember anything about "that night." Drew must've realized what I
was thinking for he smiled sadly for a moment. "I know, I didn't remember
you either." I allowed my hands to explore Drew's body, feeling the muscles
move and flex beneath me as his breathing hitched and caught. A low, lusty
moan came rumbling from somewhere in his stomach and he shivered from my
touch. After finding his mouth for one last kiss, I made my way down his
front. I allowed my lips to explore and caress each inch of his body that
they came in contact with, starting at his stubble-covered jaw and making
my way down each side, stopping at each nipple and then ending at the trail
of hair disappearing into his underwear. I wanted Drew to know just how he
did make me feel, how I loved him. The feel of his body below my hands and
lips was overwhelming. Finally my hands found the waist of his
jeans. Though my desire screamed otherwise, I took my time unbuttoning his
jeans. He would need something to drive home in, after all! In one fluid
motion he stood from the edge of the bed, taking me with him as he did, so
that we were both facing each other. He fumbled for a moment with the
button to my pants, but finally freed them from my waist, so that we both
stood facing each other in nothing but our underwear.

	Already Drew's dick pressed against the fabric of his tight boxer
briefs. I found my hand trembling once more as I reached for his
waistband. He groaned ecstatically as I slid the underwear from around his
waist towards his ankles. His dick almost jumped from its trap as the
underwear slid away. I felt my own eyes widen at the size of it. I guessed
it was nine or ten inches easily, the biggest I'd ever seen, and definitely
bigger than what I remembered. Of course, we had been stone drunk that
night. Drew wasted no time in reciprocating what I'd just done, practically
jerking my boxers from around my waist. It was plain to see that Drew was
not one for wasting time. Without word or notice, he lifted me easily in
his arms and deposited me gently on the bed once more. I had no time to
think of what either of us was going to do next, for at that moment my body
was engulfed in pleasure. Without giving any warning, Drew had taken my
whole dick into his mouth and was softly sucking and caressing it, working
his way up and down from top to bottom. Moan after moan escaped my mouth
without my being able to control them. On and on he went, up and down, up
and down, licking, sucking, nipping. My mind was in a haze that seemed to
shroud me from the world. My breathing was erratic, my pulse
thundering. Finally I could last no longer. Without any chance of control,
I erupted in Drew's mouth, spew after spew of cum filling his mouth.

	As overwhelming as my pleasure had been, my mind quickly wrapped
around what had just happened. I had just cummed in his mouth! This guy had
probably never had that happen before in his life. Oh shit! My face began
to turn hot as it blotched with shame. "Drew, I am so sorry. I'm so,
fucking sorry. I didn't mean to..." But he was smiling. "What are you sorry
for? I'd say that was pretty incredible!" "Then, you're not disappointed?"
"Why would I be? That was the hottest thing I've ever seen! You're really
filled in there! A few more spews, and I wouldn't have been able to swallow
it all!"... "All? You swallowed every bit of that?" He smiled
proudly. "Yep, not bad for a first-timer, is it?" I couldn't help but
laugh. What a guy! But then a great thought crossed my mind. I'd still not
returned the favor. "Well, I suppose I could show you a trick or two of my
own." He smiled wickedly. "Oh, and what tricks are those?"...The gasp that
came from his mouth made me want to cum all that much more as I took his
huge member into my mouth. It felt huge, even larger than my first
impression. I could barely get half of it into my mouth without gagging,
but Drew didn't seem too worried about half or whole. He moaned and
groaned, bucking and wriggling uncontrollably. "Oh yeah, oh my..." Though
I'd already climaxed before, the whole thing was such a turn-on. Here we
were, this huge, muscular hunk laying in my bed, screaming obscenities as I
took his king-sized dick in my mouth. I honestly don't know how long we
spent together in that way. Eventually, however, I heard a gruff voice
between the moans. "Babe, if you don't stop right now, I'm gonna cum all
over you!" The whimper I heard when I did stop suddenly was priceless. I
forced an innocent look on my face as I looked at him. "Is there something
wrong? Did I not do something right?" He stared bewildered at me for a
moment and then broke into hysterical laughter. "You little slut!" "And you
love me for it!...Drew?" "Yes, babe?" "I want you in me."

	For what bit of memory I had of Drew's drunken rough-and-tumble sex
drive than night while we were camping, I was constantly amazed at his
gentleness and concern for me. "Are you sure? I mean, I've never
experienced another dick up my ass, but wouldn't someone my size have to
hurt?" It was my time to toy with him again, as a sly grin creased across
my face. "Have you forgotten? I've already done this one time before!"
After shaking his head bemusedly at me and grinning that "goofy schoolboy
grin" I loved, he wasted no more time in argument. "Role over, sweetie."
"No, I want to see you, and I want you to see me." "All right, stay on your
back. We can see each other that way." Drew positioned himself below me and
raised my legs to his shoulders. "Are you ready?"... I don't care how many
times someone has had sex, you never learn to ignore that first pain when
you have a dick shoved up your ass, but with Drew the pain seemed magnified
ten times more. He was extremely gentle, making sure to go extremely slow
and give me time to get adjusted, but having a ten inch cock up your ass
feels about like being impaled from the back end! Despite me hardest
efforts to control myself, I found myself whimpering and my eyes tearing
up. Drew immediately began drawing back out. "Damn it! You see? I was
afraid that would happen." But I wasn't going to give up that easily. "No!
I want this. Try again!" He studied me for a moment, a look of genuine
concern on his face. "Alex, you know I love you. I want you to know I don't
have to have this. We don't have to do this. I love you whether we have sex
or not. Are you sure about this?" I didn't answer, but allowed my heart to
pour out in the look on my face. Finally relenting, Drew began pressing in
again, much slower still, as I began making every mental effort to relax
and allow him into my body. Finally he was in, all ten inches, every bit of
pain and discomfort seemed to melt away from the moment he started making a
rhythm. In and out, out and in, a slow, steady rhythm. Though he'd tried
desperately to discourage my wanting it, he obviously was enjoying the
feeling of his monster length dick in my ass. "Oh my...good g...g.." I
surprised myself at my own self control as I was able to limit my reactions
to an occasional whimper and moan. It wasn't for lack of pleasure, oh no,
but this was Drew's time, my gift to him. For so long since we'd been
dating, I'd denied him my whole self. I'd not given our relationship
together the same chance as when I'd first met Matthew. I wanted him to
know now that I truly loved him, and I wanted to make him as happy as could
be. There we stayed in that sensual rhythm, our bodies together as one, for
what seemed forever. Drew was slow and steady, exploring what he could
reach of my torso as he made his way in and out. Our bodies glistened with
sweat as the heat from both of us together encircled us. Over and over
again he made his way in and out of my body, slowly, gently, until finally
he gave one last cry and collapsed on me as I felt wave after wave of cum
fill my insides. As he finally regained enough strength to climb off of me,
we snuggled together under the wet, cum-drenched covers of my bed. Drew
pulled me so tight to him that I thought at first I might suffocate from
his strength. It seemed as though he couldn't show me love enough, even
after what had just happened, rubbing and massaging, kissing and
nipping. As we lay still, listening to the wind howl outside, an old song
came to mind and I found myself humming... "I've got my love to keep me
warm..." Drew lay half smiling, half chuckling at me as I hummed. "So, what
am I going to wear? You've ruined my shirt." I ran my hands across his
strong chest. "I don't know, I think the shirt ruined you!"