Date: Wed, 7 Sep 2011 00:08:31 -0400
From: Jesse Jesse <gmmac1987@hotmail.com>
Subject: Matthew, My Love Pt 3

	I was filled with sheer terror. Buddy and his gang leered over me,
sneering and cursing as they pounded my body. This time I flailed
violently, trying to escape. I tried to scream, but there wasn't nothing
but the foul words thrown at me from my enemy. "Alex! Alex, wake up, you're
dreaming!" I gradually regained consciousness and realized that Matthew was
shaking me awake. "It's okay. You're fine. You're hear with me. I'm not
gonna let anything hurt you." As I felt myself began to calm down, I
realized that Matthew was doing more than talking to me. He was wiping away
tears from my eyes and kissing me on the head! "You're okay. I'm not gonna
let anything happen to you." As Matthew continued to caress my shoulders
and kiss my head and cheeks, I clung to him with all my might. I snuggled
my head into his neck and shoulder and allowed myself to be loved. I felt
so safe when he held me. After some time, I raised my head and looked into
those blue orbs shining down at me, and it was at that moment that I,
Alexander Duncan, left all fear and hesitation behind. I raised myself
until my face was level with his, and pressed my lips to Matthew's. At
first there was a slight hesitation in his reaction, but he started
reciprocating my affection and slid his tongue across my bottom lip,
requesting entrance to my mouth.

	Matthew laid back on the blanket, threw off in my flailing, and
pulled me on to of his chest, all the while kissing my face and suckling my
bottom lip. Neither of us knew how long we laid there loving each other,
lost in each other. All I realized was that at some time I became aware
that I wanted more from Matthew than his kisses, and hastily found my pad
and scribbled "love me." Those two little words were all that he needed to
realize what I wanted, what I needed at that moment. He began feeling his
way down my chest and abdomen, kissing, sucking, and licking as he
went. Kiss after kiss he made up and down my chest, sucking my nipples,
working the length of each arm until he reach my hands, and kissing and
suckling each finger. After another passionate kiss, Matthew began to move
around in the tent until he found my underwear, and began sliding them
down. He caressed my balls lovingly, treating me like a delicate breakable
treasure. After sucking and licking my sack, he began to kiss and lick my
dick. This was, for me, almost too much at one time, but Matthew held me
steady and began gentling sucking me dick. He sucked and slurped on and on,
while I wondered all along how much longer I could last.

	After what seemed like the most wonderful, ecstatic eternity of my
life, Matthew relented his pleasuring me, and gasped, "I need you."
Desperate to allow him to feel the same ecstasy as he'd made me feel, I
sprang to action. As he laid down on the blanket, I found his boxers and
began tugging at them. Feeling his thick dick in my hands made me
lightheaded. I tried to remember exactly what he'd done to me to make me
feel this way, so starting at his neck, I worked my way down. I tried to
feel, not think, my way along his body. His massive chest, and pectoral
mounds under my palms were the first thing that my hands came in contact
with after leaving his groin. There in the darkness of our tent, lit only
by a single lantern, I began to make a mental map of what I felt, and where
I felt it. Working my way across his chest with light kisses and flicks of
my tongue, I made my way down to his bellybutton. Since earlier that
evening, I'd had a special interest in that light trail of hair working
it's way down into those shorts. I wanted to pay special attention to his
muscled middle, and so I made my way licking down his stomach, and
fingering those wispy hairs. Eventually making my way back up to chest and
shoulders, I felt each great ripple and bulge under my hands. I couldn't
help but wonder if Matthew could feel what I felt. There was so much I
wanted to say to him, so many "I love you's" that I had never been able to
say. Could he feel those in my kisses, or sense them in my touch?

	Systematically working my way up and down Matthew's chest and
belly, I gradually made my way down to his groin. His dick was rock
hard. After finding the tip, I tried my best to engulf it wholly in my
mouth, but caught myself gagging. Matthew gasped, but immediately pulled me
off, "There's not need to kill yourself. I know how you feel," and with
that I began loving him with everything I could. His smell was
intoxicating. It wasn't a sweaty odor or a "muscle jock," but it wasn't a
smell of cologne and deodorants either. All I could think was that this
smelled suited him so, it was just Matthew; masculine, tender, not an
overpowering smell, it seemed to describe his very essence. Matthew's
breathe became clipped, occasionally being broken altogether by gasps of
pleasure. Ever intending to show him exactly how I felt for him, I
continued, working my way from tip to base, and loving each massive ball
enclosed in his smooth sack. Finally sensing that he couldn't last much
longer, I stopped sucking and licking his groin and simply sat up and
looked at him. He looked at me only for a second with puzzlement, but as
his eyes brightened, he asked, "are you sure?" The smile that lit his face
when I nodded was amazing. It wasn't a smile of a schoolboy getting cheap
sex. No, this was a smile of love and care, a smile that showed me that I
had nothing to be afraid of. Underneath all the muscled chest in front of
me beat a heart that was filled with love. Love for me.

	"How do you want to do this? I'm afraid this isn't my area of
expertise," he smiled embarrassedly. It certainly wasn't mine either, but I
was determined to show him how much I loved him. Finally, after scrambling
around in the small tent, I decided "why not show him how bold I can he can
make me?" So after unzipping the tent door, I pulled him and the blanket
out of the tent, up to our feet, and made our way down to the sandy bank of
the river. "Here? Are you serious? What if someone see's us?" His concern
only made me the more determined to show him my love, so I smiled and laid
the blanket on the sand. His smile seemed to outshine the moon above us, as
he took me into his arms and laid me on the blanket. "Raise your legs,
love." He kissed each of my legs as he lade them on his shoulders and began
finding me. His fingers worked my hole lovingly and tenderly, loosing me
for his dick's entrance, but when he did start to gently press his dick
into me, my body wracked with pain and I tightened. "Oh shit! Are you okay,
please tell me I didn't hurt you!" His hands caressed my legs and body so
gingerly. How could I deny either of us this pleasure? So, finding his dick
in the darkness, I began guiding him to me once again. The first few
seconds of entrance were torturously painful. As this was a first time for
both of us, I wasn't used to having anything up my ass, especially not a
eight inch dick that felt as if it were thick as a soda can! However, after
only a few seconds, I began to get use to the feeling and relaxed to allow
us both unbelievable pleasure. Matthew slowly began making a rhythm in and
out, as I lay whimpering not in pain, but in sheer pleasure. He began to
pick up his pace a little, whispering "I love you's" as he did. Time and
time again, in and out we made this journey of pleasure for what seemed
like hours or days. There was nothing in the world but me and Matthew. The
sounds of the mountains around us seemed to have disappeared. Nothing
mattered except for us. On and on the night went, seeming to never end for
we two until finally with one last great heave, Matthew exploded and all
but went limp on top of me.

	Neither of us know how long we'd made love. By the time we regained
any of our strength, all we knew was that we had never been happier, or
more exhausted in our lives. The forest had already grown quieter around
us, so we knew that morning couldn't be terribly far away. So locked in
each other's arms, and wet with sweat and cum, we made our way back to the
tent.  Matthew laid me down gently inside the tent, laughing at the puddles
and stains all over the blanket. Neither of us cared. Those stains were a
testament to our love. So with our limbs entangled, we drifted off into a
deep sleep, empty this time of nightmares or fears, feeling nothing but our
love.