Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2012 22:44:20 -0800 (PST)
From: Chace <johnsmith118595@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ry and Matt  chapter 1

~This is a love story between two highschool-aged boys... It involves sex,
so don't read it if it's illegal or offensive for you to do so~

~This story is loosely based off of real people, in real places...but names
have been changed for privacy etc...~

Author's Note:
       This is the first story I've written in a very long time, and the
first involving anything erotic. (Note: the steamy parts begin a couple
chapters in...so stay tuned!) Hopefully, my inexperience doesn't show too
much... and I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing
it!

       I'd love to read any ideas or comments - especially criticism - that
you guys have on it. I love feedback, so that I can know what to keep doing
or what I should change; if you like a certain part of my story, let me
know! I'm also up for suggestions on where to take the plot, or for a
certain sex scene. ;)

Email me at: johnsmith118595@yahoo.com


Ry and Matt
CHAPTER ONE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Wow, his firm, yet gentle hands felt so good. They ran up and down my
sides, caressing my bare skin. I brought my face close to his, and his big,
brown eyes stared lustily into my own. Our faces inched together until,
finally, our mouths pressed together. I'd waited for this moment for so
long.

Our lips locked together firmly, chewing and sucking each other's mouths
feverishly. He licked gently against my teeth, and I was happy to let his
tongue enter. Our tongues wrestled in my mouth, while I slid my hands up
his body, to rest on his large pecs. I gently pushed him down on the bed,
then straddled his waist, resting my weight on top of him. Through the
intense kiss we shared, his stiff bulge pressed up against me, straining
against my own.

I smiled through our kiss until I finally had to catch my breath. I leaned
slightly up, our heads inches apart and my hair hanging slightly down
around my face. His beautiful, love-filled eyes stared up into mine as his
steady hands ran lightly up and down my arms on either side of him.

The hard rod I sat on throbbed, begging for attention, and I smiled
knowingly. Slowly, I slid backwards, leaning in to lick down his smooth
chest, circling one nipple, then the other, before trailing my tongue
through the valley of his navel and along his treasure trail, which
disappeared down into his boxers. They were tented in front of my face, as
I laid there between his hairy, jock legs. I licked my lips, tantalized by
the blooming wet spot at the tip.

I took hold of the sides of his underwear, and slowly lowered them down his
thighs. His thick, cut dick flopped back against his abs as a sigh escaped
between his lips. I inhaled the mouth-watering, dick-hardening, musky scent
of his teenage sweat, before I lowered my mouth to the base of his cock. He
was looking down at me, breathing heavy, as I lazily drew my tongue to the
tip of his dick.

"Oh Ry..." he whispered huskily. In reply, I moaned quietly around his
pulsing cock.

I couldn't get enough of his big meat: the feel, the smell, the taste of it
as I hungrily licked and kissed it . My fingers roamed the taut, warm skin
on his stomach as I swirled my tongue around his flared head.

"Ryan..." he moaned.

His glassy eyes watched me as I loudly kissed the shiny head of his cock,
then engulfed the first few inches between my lips, tasting sweet, sticky
pre-cum on my tongue.

"Fuck, Ryan!" he gasped, squeezing our intertwined hands.

"Ryan.."

"Ryan..."

"Ryan.. hey, Ryan!...Wake up!"

With a start, my head shot up from my desk, and the sounds of the classroom
flooded back into my ears. I tried to hide the bit of drool on my desk, as
well as the boner in my shorts, as I looked up at whoever had disturbed my
nap - and an amazing dream. Why do they always have to end just when
they're getting to the good part?

"You slept the whole period, man," Ben chuckled, as he walked past me
through the row of desks.

It took me a moment to take in my surroundings, squinting my eyes in the
bright May sunlight that was streaming through the windows.

"Maybe if Johnson's lectures weren't so boring, I could stay awake," I
mumbled.

"You say that about every teacher," he chuckled.

"I need to catch up on my sleep anyway."

"Well since you're sleeping in class, maybe you should catch up on your
grades instead?"

"You sound like my mom," I answered, without caring to tell him that my
grades were actually pretty high.  Ben just laughed as he left the
classroom.

I lazily grabbed my stuff before walking out of the empty room and into the
loud hallways.  With the last class of Friday afternoon ending, people were
excited to get the hell out of there. I can't say I blamed them.

As I rounded a corner, I raised my eyes, wondering if Matt would be at his
locker next to mine. Of course - like every day - he was. He was centered
in a small group of other baseball jocks.

We made eye contact across the hallway and he gave me a big grin that
almost made me melt.

Matt had a body to die for. He had a lot of muscle, with that short,
strong, catcher's build that I loved in a dude. He wasn't overly bulky at
all, but wasn't as lean or toned as I was. His shoulders were so muscled
and squared that you might think there were shoulder pads under his shirt,
and his thick biceps and pecs pulled at the fabric. Dark brown, crew cut
hair poked out from under the old red baseball cap - that he always wore
backwards - and a short, five o'clock shadow framed his perfect, manly
face.. Matt was a hunky, highschool god.

He and I had been best friends since second grade, and he's easily the
first person I'd trust with anything.. Well - almost anything. There's one
secret that I'm terrified he'll find out about me: I'm totally in love with
him.

I've had feelings for him for a long time, and now that we're sixteen and
sophomores in high school, I can say its been pretty tough having to hide
it for so long. Being gay in high school is stressful enough, let alone
being gay for my best friend!

Matt and one of his other friends, Blake, were what was left of the
baseball team as I arrived in front of my locker. I started absent-mindedly
spinning the dial of the lock, while listening to the two of them talk.

"...I don't know dude, I'm almost out." Matt murmured, scratching the
stubble on his jaw.

"We can smoke mine, I got some more last night," said Blake.

"Alright, cool.. but I can't tonight - I gotta work."

"Damn," Blake sighed, "Saturday night then?"

"Sure, text me."

"Alright, later." With that, Blake took off, leaving Matt and I relatively
alone in the busy hallway.

"Ryan," he turned to me as he grabbed his bag out of his messy locker, "we
gotta hang out this weekend.. You wanna?" As if I would say no.

"Yeah man, you sure you won't be too busy getting stoned with Blake?" I
teased.

"You've been eavesdropping, huh?" Matt accused with his perfect smile.

"Hey, I can't help but overhear."

"Well then I guess you 'overheard' that we're doing that tomorrow night.
How about you and me hang during the day?"

"Sure.. Your place or mine?" I asked.

"Mine?"

"Alright," I nodded.

"Cool," Matt grinned, "noon's good with you, right?"

"Yup."

"Ok, see you then, cutie," he said to me with a wink, before heading
towards the exit.

I wished his last remark had been anything more than a joke; he certainly
didn't realize that every time he jokingly called me "cutie" or "hot-stuff"
or "stud", as he often did, I immediately became reminded of the fact that
there'd never be anything more between us than friendship.

With that depressing thought stuck in my mind, I slung my pack over one
shoulder and hurried through the crowds to make sure I wouldn't miss my
bus.  Before I could escape through the front entrance, though, someone
called my name.  I turned around to see Samantha Moore walking right toward
me. To be honest, I was surprised she even knew my name - I wouldn't expect
her to know anyone 'worth' knowing outside of her clique of stuck-up brats.
She was Matt's ex-girlfriend, having broke up with him a few weeks ago, and
since then they haven't exactly been getting along.

"What's up, Sam?" I sighed.

"You're Matt's friend, right?" she asked, and by the tone in her voice I
could tell I was in for something bitchy.

"..Yeah."

"Then tell him to get his asshole friends to leave me alone," she ordered
with a glare.

"..I thought I was one of his asshole friends?"

"No, you're actually nice," - coming from her, this compliment actually
surprised me - "but since I dumped him, the rest of them won't stop
harassing me."

"Then maybe you shouldn't have dumped him," I offered flatly.

She responded with an uncharacteristic snort.  Frankly, I was still
confused as to why it wasn't Matt who had ended the relationship... She
must have put out a lot.

"Uhh," I said with a glance at the clock, "I guess I'll see what I can do."

"Good," she snapped, and then turned around and walked away.

"Have a nice weekend," I murmured insincerely to her back.

~~

I finally stepped off the empty school bus and in front of my suburban
house. It was irritatingly hot out for May, but the bright sun on my face
reminded me that there were only a few weeks of school left. I smiled; my
sentence was almost up!

I unlocked the front door to my house and let myself in.  The only one to
greet me was my yellow lab, Max, who scrambled to meet me, his nails
clicking on the hardwood floor. My parents were pretty busy, and they
usually didn't get home until it was already dark. So, as usual, I had the
house to myself for the better part of the evening. I grabbed something to
eat, then crashed on the couch and immediately fell asleep, with Max
licking my face.

~~

I woke up to the loud vibration of my cell phone.  I groaned, stretching my
long legs, and dug the phone from my pocket. The bright screen, which read
'7:48 pm', flooded the dim room with a soft blue light.  I noticed that I
had a new text message, from Matt.

The remnants of my sleep-fogged head cleared while I read the message:

"Remember ur coming over at 12 tomorrow," followed by a picture that he got
off the internet. It was of a randy cheerleader, covered only by an
oversized hockey jersey. I couldn't deny that she was pretty hot, but it
just didn't do anything for me - I somewhat obsessively thought I'd much
rather have had Matt send a picture of himself instead.

However, keeping my 'straight' pretense, I sent back to him: "If that's
what's waiting for me, I'll come over right now."

I've had girlfriends in the past, but mostly for covering up the fact that
I was gay. I'd gotten to second base two or three times, but that's about
as far as I went, or cared to; girls didn't disgust me or anything, but I
simply just wasn't attracted to them.


I hauled myself off the couch and shuffled to the kitchen. My mind was
thinking ahead to tomorrow, and spending it with Matt. I was anxious, to
tell the truth; I was excited to be with him outside of school again, but
it'd be harder to keep my feelings for him repressed. Regardless, it's not
like I could resist the chance to be near his big, warm body - even if I
couldn't touch it the way I wanted to.

My phone vibrated again. Matt's repsonse read, "there might be something
like it, if u play ur cards right ;)"

I laughed, despite my uncertainty of his reply. To anyone else, it would be
an obvious joke, and that's what my brain tried to convince me of, but my
heart hoped that there was something more. Every time Matt did something
like this, whether it was vaguely implying something in a text, jokingly
mentioning he thought I was cute, or randomly turning around in class to
give me a big goofy grin, I felt there was always something more.  An
ambiguous glint in his eyes that kept me from knowing it wasn't anything
more than a joke.

He even touched me all the time - in ways that no straight boy seriously
touched another guy. Matt constantly grabbed my ass, squeezed my arm.. but
it's all just joking around. He does it to other guys, too, and they do it
to others themselves. It's kind of a wild joke at our school.. but Matt
does it to me the most, by far. However, I wasn't about to commit to a gut
feeling, and I just told myself I was too naive and hopeful to expect Matt
to also be gay.

The sound of the back door opening broke me from my cynicism.

"Hey Ryan.. you eat yet?" my mom called.

It was almost eight and I just realized how hungry I was. "No.. I'm
starving."

"You fine with pizza?"

"Ok... pepperoni?"

"Okay, I'll order it in a minute," she said.

I was never close to my parents. I loved them both, and got along with them
- when they had time to relax - but they've just never really been around.
My dad was a supervisor for some engineering firm, and had to work overtime
a lot, and my mom had to travel all the time for a software company. We
said little to each other, we did little together, but we were all fine
with it.

Soon after the pizza arrived, my dad walked through the front door.  He
looked relieved to be home.

"God, that smells good," he said. "Hello," he said to us almost
distractedly, heading for the pizza on the counter.

"Hi hun, how was work?" mom asked.

"Tiring."

"Mmm.." she said sympathetically. "It's Friday, at least."

"Yeah," dad agreed.  "It never comes soon enough."

"Umm, Matt wants me to come over tomorrow.." I interrupted.

"What time?" dad asked through a mouthful of pizza.

"Noon."

"Okay... You staying the night?"

"I don't think so," I answered, remembering Matt had plans with Blake.

"Alright, honey, fine with me," said my mom, "your dad and I are going to
your aunt's tomorrow night too, remember, so if you get back after we're
gone you can handle yourself, right?"

"Yeah."


A few hours later, I was stripped down to my boxers in my bed. It was too
hot for a blanket, so I just laid there thinking about Matt.

Not only was I deeply in love with him, but he was also a great friend. His
loyalty had always amazed me; he was the cool, jock stud who could always
find a friend around, so why would he want me - some shy, awkward kid - to
be his best friend? Regardless, I was glad that I was, and fell asleep
thinking ahead to the next day, when I'd see him again.

~~~

I cracked open one eye to read the alarm clock next to my bed. 11:06. I
dragged myself out of bed, yawning. I really wasn't a morning person; for
the weekend, eleven o'clock was early for me. It was never to early for
Matt, though.. Rubbing my half-closed eyes, I shuffled across the hallway
into the bathroom.

Once I'd taken a long and dozy shower, and was smelling clean and fresh, I
stepped out into the chilly morning air, and shivered.

Drying off, I gazed at my twin in the mirror, as we stood silently
observing each other. He had a cute head of medium length, brown hair,
still messy from being dried with the towel. I couldn't help but think it
looked attractive, especially when it was tousled like this. His chest,
arms, and abs were nicely defined from all the swimming we've done with
them, and the 'v' below his six pack pointed down to the dark, curly hairs
above his nicely sized dick. Lean, hairy legs disappeared at the edge of
the mirror. I was more than glad to share my reflection's
looks. Unfortunately - he frowned at me - we also shared the same
personality.

I've always been shy and unconfident. In school I was comfortable enough
around people I've known for years, when my wit and sense of humor was
easier to let out, but there was always a little awkwardness underneath it.

"It's cute," some girl told me a long time ago. I just answered with a
goofy smile.

Even though I wasn't exactly a social butterfly, I got along pretty well
with everyone, and someone was always ready to start a conversation with me
- even if I didn't have much to contribute. Around my friends, I'm not the
cynic I am in my head, and I've always enjoyed making people laugh - they
seem to think I'm pretty good at it.

Matt always liked to hang around me in class, even if there was a group of
his popular friends somewhere else; that always made me feel better. He
kind of reminded me of a big puppy - unconditionally loyal, always by my
side, and ready to cheer me up every day. And I was definitely a dog
person.

That reminded me that I had twenty-five minutes before I was supposed to
head over to Matt's. I padded, still nude, into my bedroom, where I threw
on my typical outfit - a soft v-neck and some basketball shorts.

After biking the five or so minutes it took to get to his house, I knocked
on Matt's door. He answered it with a 'hi Ry' and a grin, opening it wide
for me to enter.

"Hey, it's hot out," I panted.

He chuckled, "want something to drink?"

"Sure."

"I got, umm, Coke, Sprite - "

"How 'bout a beer?" I joked, before mentally kicking myself for the dumb
cliche.

"I don't think so," said Matt's dad from the couch in the living
room. "Then there'd be less for me."

He was trying to be funny, but the fact that we all knew there was truth
behind it made it uncomfortable.  Matt's mom died when he was four, leaving
his dad to take care of him. He tried for several years to be a good
father, but eventually became an alcoholic. He was alright when he was
sober, but when he got drunk he was a real asshole. Matt pretty much had to
learn to take care of himself. He never let it affect him though - he was
always the cool, upbeat guy that I was crazy for.

"I guess I'll take a Coke then," I said.

"Alright." Matt grabbed two out of the fridge and tossed me one.

"Thanks."

"C'mon," he started down the stairs to his basement, me trailing closely
behind.

He fired up a basketball video game on his Xbox and tossed me a controller.

"You ready?" he asked me.

"For what?"

"To get your ass beat."

I scoffed. "You don't stand a chance."

"Did you forget about all the times you've lost before?" Matt taunted,
grinning.

"I just wanted you to feel better about yourself," I dismissed.

He laughed, "bullshit."

"We'll see."

We then played a game filled with a lot of shouting and laughing, but Matt
barely won at the end. Of course, he rubbed that in my face.

"Rematch?" he asked me, with a haughty expression.

"Only if we make it more interesting," I said.

"How?"

"What do I get if I beat you?"

"Ry," he laughed, "if you beat me, I'll kiss you."

I knew he only said that because he thought he was going to win anyway, but
I felt a tingle at the thought of Matt lips on me.

"Deal," I chuckled, trying not to look too excited.

The videogame gods smiled down on me, and barely let me beat Matt in the
next game. He shook his head in feigned indifference. I smiled and puckered
my lips at him, making exaggerated kissing sounds.

I was just giving him a hard time - not actually expecting him to kiss me -
but then he leaned across the couch and planted his lips quickly on my
cheek. When he leaned back, he wore an obscenely seductive smile, wiggling
his eyebrows at me. I laughed at his dumb joke and punched his shoulder
playfully.

He snickered, before asking, "hey, you want something to eat?"

"Sure."

Matt followed me as I climbed the stairs back up to his kitchen. Suddenly,
he reached up and squeezed my ass. I jumped and looked back down at him,
shaking my head with an unrepressed smile as he laughed. I wished he would
do that seriously for once, instead of as a goofy joke.

Once we were in his kitchen, Matt started making some food for us. I said,
"hey, Sam wanted me to tell you somethin'"

"Sam.. Moore?"

"Yeah."

"Oh.. this oughta be good."

"She wants you to get your friends to stop 'harassing' her," I said with an
amused look.

"Heh, I didn't even have anything to do with that. It was Blake who started
it."

I chuckled.

"He just started getting on her nerves one day, and the rest of those guys
that hang around me joined in. I guess it became a tradition," Matt said.

"So you're not gonna stop them?"

"Nah."

"Fine with me.. Why'd you even go out with her?"

"I dunno," he sighed.

"You don't know?" I repeated skeptically. He just shrugged.

"Whatever, man," I said.

Matt and I were still at the kitchen table when his dad walked in, beer in
hand. He'd obviously been drinking for a while. Great. We were almost done
eating when he yanked open the refrigerator door, loudly rattling the
bottles in it.

"Dad..." Matt murmured.

"Leav' me alone."

"Dad I have a friend over -"

"I said piss off" his dad said hoarsely. And I thought I wasn't close with
MY dad.

"C'mon Ry, let's get the hell out of here," Matt said quietly.

I could tell that he was embarrassed and angry as he stormed out the door
and got on his bike.

"Let's go to the park," he said sternly.


The ride there was silent; Matt needed time to cool off, and I knew he'd
open up a little when he was less angry. When we got there - a small, quiet
place with a few tables and a playground - we hopped off our bikes and
started walking towards a bench in the shade of a tall tree. Matt sat down
and put his face in his hands.

"He's just a goddamned asshole, Ry," he said, balling his hands into fists.

I sat down next to him and said, "I don't know how you take it.."

Shaking his head, he said, "I leave him alone and he leaves me alone, and
when he gets drunk like that I usually just leave for a while."

"Aren't you afraid?" I asked him. For some reason I immediately thought
that was a stupid question.

"This only happens when he gets real wasted.. I can deal with his shouting,
and he's never laid a hand on me. Either he's decent enough, or he just
doesn't have the balls to do it."

"Matt.." I didn't really know what to say.

"It's okay, Ry, I can take care of myself," he said to me firmly.

"Well you can always come to my place if you need to," I told him.

"Thanks, man.." he said with a small smile, "Can we go over there in a
bit?"

"Of course." I certainly didn't want to go back to his dad either.

This wasn't the first time this had happened; I'd been over at Matt's a
couple times before when his dad went off like that, and like this time, we
just left. I really felt bad for Matt, but from the past I knew he'd never
let his dad bring him down, which was something I really admired about him.

Matt fell silent, and suddenly I felt so immature compared to him; he had a
tough life, and he'd surely grown from it. Mine was so much simpler than
his, it was almost pathetic. Worrying about being gay paled in comparison
to what Matt had to deal with, and it only made me care for him even
more. I hoped there would be a time soon when Matt would never have to
worry about his dad again.