Date: Mon, 31 Oct 2011 01:30:13 -0400
From: Jesse Jesse <gmmac1987@hotmail.com>
Subject: Matthew, My Love Pt 8

	Our life together quitened drastically after Buddy's leaving. Oh
yeah, after the scandal with him "streaking," he had to leave our little
community and go to another school a few counties away. Life, in many ways,
had never been better, but our time of peace and contentment came at a
price. After the explosion of the news that "Matthew Letterman was really
gay," many of his friends abandoned him. Hardly any of his old sports
buddies dropped by the house any more to talk. It seemed that, for all the
revenge I'd planned and carried out on Buddy, he'd still done his damage,
especially to Matthew, and that's what hurt. I had always been an invisible
nobody, but Matthew had been the school's star. He'd went from being the
guy that all the girls swooned over, to being avoided, treated as if he was
contagious. Even a visit to the local Walmart brought glances over
shoulders and whispers. This was especially hard on Matthew. It wasn't the
fact that he was no longer the "school hunk," but the mere fact that he was
such a social person. To be so outgoing and have such a loving personality,
and then to have almost all his friends walk away from him, had been a huge
blow. Finally one morning, while we all sat around the breakfast table,
mulling the upcoming events of the day, Robert cleared his throat and made
an announcement that surprised us all. "I've been thinking. I know all this
mess with you guys is taking its toll, so I think you guys need to take
some time to yourselves." Matthew stared slackjawed, and his mother nearly
choked on her last sip of coffee, but Robert Letterman was dead
serious. "Oh come on, guys. Your mother and I are not stupid, we know
you're not counting sheep together at night! We've known for some time now
that you're sleeping together, so why try to hide it. Now, this has been
taking quite a toll on you guys, especially you Matthew, so I think you
guys need to get away for a while. Matthew, you've always been saying you'd
like to hike the Appalachian Trail, so why not do just that?" It was true,
Matthew was forever going on about "hiking the trail, and spending time
outside." Robert seemed to remember the same thing as he nodded. "There,
you see? It'll be a good thing for you. You can take my credit card for
when you have to leave the trail for food. You've got those pack tents made
just for hiking. You can take my pistol. We'll take you down to Ruby Falls,
and you can hike from there. Every time you come down from the trail for
food, you can give us a call and tell us about your progress. We'll drive
up and pick you up before school starts next fall."

	A week later we found ourselves, and after a call to one of
Matthew's friends that still talked with him, standing at the edge of the
forest, the three of us waving to Matthew's parents as they drove away, his
mother tearing, but fighting bravely to be strong, and his dad giving a
mischevious grin. "Now remember, no horseplay while you're by yourselves!"
The first few days were farely uneventful. We made pretty good time,
Matthew and his friend Drew chatting a few steps ahead of me, as we climbed
from peak to peak along the winding trail that crested the southern
Appalachian mountains. Occasionally we would leave the trail long enough to
enter a small community and find a store, but as soon as we were fully
provisioned once again, we would be back on our way. It was obvious from
the first day that Robert had been right. Being outdoors had already done
Matthew a world of good. He was already much closer to his usual bright,
bubbly self. A week into the trip Matthew and Drew decided that we should
take a day or two to rest. They couldn't be sure, but they were guessing
we'd already covered 100, maybe even 120 miles on foot, and though some
might have hiked this with no problem, my feet screamed with each step for
a rest. After a bit of scouting, the guys found a small hollow about half a
mile below the trail that was fed by one of the most beautiful rushing
waterfalls I'd ever seen. The water seemed to almost appear out of the
ground and rush across the ledge of the tall rock cliff, crashing some
fifty feet down to the pool below. Matthew and Drew both agreed this would
be just the thing to relax all our tired muscles, so finding level ground
just away from the spray of the falls, we set up camp. Drew surprised us
both by pulling a small "pencil-fishing pole" out of his backpac, along
with a tiny tackle box. "I know there's fish in a creek like that, so we
won't have to go to the grocery store tonight!" A few hours of effort and
patience later, he'd proven right. Several trout hung speared over our camp
fire, cooking for what was looking like a wonderful supper. A trip to the
store the day before had found Drew coming back grinning wickedly, carrying
four bottles of whiskey the old storekeeper had "looked the other way" as
Drew had shown him his ID. That night we all sipped the strong liquor as we
sat chatting around the fire. I was the first to begin feeling the effects
of the liqor, but Matthew and Drew were not far behind. Finally Matthew
called it quits and wrapped in his sleeping bag, snoring within just a few
minutes.

	Drew and I sat in silence for a long time, still sipping the
second, now almost empty, bottle of whiskey. Drew turned slowly and stared
at me intently, his blue eyes shining. "You know, it's amazing how Matthew
ended up with you. I mean, I don't have a problem with him being gay, it's
just you guys are so different!" Even with the effects of the alcohol, I
felt myself tense. "I suppose, but we do love each other." Drew chuckled,
"if you say so. Personally, I've never tried a guy's ass compared to a
woman, but you must be awful good, or Matthew wouldn't leave all those
girls behind!....................might have to try it myself
sometime................. Come on, we might as well have another bottle!"
After we'd drunk half the third bottle, I found myself wobbly even as I sat
on the ground. Drew had become more of an outline than a for across the
fire from me, so that being said, I excused myself and crawled into my
sleeping bag. I didn't know how long I'd been asleep. All I knew was that
was awoken by two rough hands caressing my shoulder. The hands massaged my
shoulders from behind, rubbing circles in my upper back, and working around
the my chest. A pair of lips began kissing their way across my
shoulders. The hand unzipped my sleeping bag long enough for the muscular
body to slip inside, and then began easing me onto my stomach. I couldn't
see Matthew face from behind. The alcohol hadn't had any time to work from
my system. All I knew was that I soft voice whispered into my ear, "I need
to feel you." What little judgement my mind could muster told me that we
shouldn't do this with the three of us sleeping so close, but my mind was
still so foggy. Strong muscled arms circled me, as those lips began kissing
their way down my back. The hands stopped feeling long enough to tear my
underwear from my body, and three large fingers at a time found their way
into my ass. I couldn't stifle the moan that escaped my lips, nor could I
find enough judgement any longer to stop what was happening. The secondary
searing pain of a thick cock being shoved uncerimoniously up my ass was
almost immediately surpassed by the please of the tip hitting my prostate
time and time again. My mind seemed to stop dead at the pleasure. For what
seemed like hours Matthew pounded my ass, seeming to become more aggressive
with each movement. "Oh yeah, that's it. You like it when I pound that ass,
don't you?" The only thing my mind could wrap around was that Matthew
seemed to be much more forceful than usual. It had been several days now
since we'd had sex. Perhaps he just needed release worse than usual, or
perhaps it was because we were here in the forest. Either way one last
monsterous buck, and he gave a cry as his seed exploded into my ass, and
collapsed into a spooning position beside me. Exhaustion and alcohol
overtook me. My ass was a bit sore from our little escapade, and we were
all tired. My sleep wasn't to last for very long, however.

"What the fucking, fucking, damn fuck is going on here?!?!?!?!?"

Matthew stood towering above me, his face contorted into a pure fury that
was frightening to see. The odd thing was that if Matthew stood over me,
why was I still so warm? Who's body lay next to me? I twisted as best I
could in the sleeping bag to see another face staring frightened up at
Matthew...............Drew!