Date: Fri, 07 Jan 2000 14:21:58 -0500
From: fsw <fsw99@mindspring.com>
Subject: Chapter 2 of Matt and Mike

Warning! This story contains sex between minor boys. If you are underage,
this is illegal in your country, or do not like this type of story, please
do not read this.

			       MATT and MIKE

				Chapter Two

We each got a coke and then ran up to his room, locking the door behind
us. We both had big grins on our faces, eager to begin again.

"What do you want to do now?", Matt asked.

"I want you to fuck me.", Mike answered, calmly.

"WHAT?", Matt exclaimed.

"You heard me. I have thinking about it for a long time. I have read plenty
of stories of how to get your partner prepared so it won't hurt so much. I
really like you, Matt, and you are the only person who knows I am gay. I
think I am ready for the next phase in lovemaking. I would like you to
share it with me. If you don't want to, I will understand. No, I take that
back. I guess I won't understand.", Mike said, confidently.

"I .... I .... I guess I don't know what to say.", Matt babbled.

"You don't have to say anything. I have the feeling you want to do this as
much as I do. Let's get undressed and see how much you want this. I think
it will be pretty evident.", Mike kidded.

We both stripped in record time. We both finished at about the same time,
and stood, staring at each other. We were both hard as a rock. Mike got a
tube of KY Jelly from his night stand, and got several towels from his
bathroom. The tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. We both
knew this would open up an entirely new chapter in our relationship.

"I assume you do want to do this. It sure looks like you do.", Mike
giggled.

All I could do was dumbly shake my head yes. I had dreamed about this, but
never in my wildest imagination did I think it would ever come true. So
much was happening so fast.

Mike laid the towels flat across the bed, and then said, "You have to get
me real loose first. I will tell you what to do. First, take the KY Jelly
and lube up the entrance.", Mike instructed, as he laid down on the towels
on his back, drawing his knees up in the air and putting his feet flat on
the bed. I did as I was told, my head spinning. It was like I was in a
play, but I had no control over the outcome.

"Now, put one finger up in side me, and wiggle it around. Don't worry, it
won't hurt me. I have been loosening the entrance every day in the shower
for a long time.", Mike said. I understood what he was talking about. I
sometimes put a finger up my butt when I was beating off in the shower. I
did as I was told, and was soon finger fucking him madly.

Mike was groaning, as my finger kept hitting his prostate over and over. I
switched to two fingers. It didn't seem to give him pain at all. I switched
to three. Again, no response, except for more groans. He was ready if he
ever was going to be.

I was shaking with excitement, as I applied KY Jelly to my penis. I looked
down at Mike to make sure he still wanted to do it. "Fuck me, Matt. I want
you to.", he panted.

I was shaking so bad, I couldn't find the opening. Mike had to help guide
me to the right spot. I pushed, and the head easily went inside. I almost
came right then, so I stopped for a moment to ease the tension. This also
allowed Mike to recover from the little amount of pain he received when I
entered. I pushed once more, and several more inches went inside. Again, I
paused, scared that doing too much too quick would cause me to come way
before I wanted to and spoil the whole thing. It was so tight and hot
inside. It felt like nothing I had ever experienced before.

"Push it all the way, Matt. I want to feel all of you inside me.", Mike
panted. I pushed once more, and I was all the way inside. Mike locked his
legs behind my back, and we kissed while I laid on top of his body. In this
position, I couldn't pull out very fast, and established a slow rhythm.
Looking back, that was probably better for both of us. I sure lasted longer
that way.

We were sweating like we had run for miles. Sweat dripped off my forehead,
and fell over Mike's face and chest. Our bodies glistened, like we were
covered with suntan lotion. I wished we could go on like this forever, but
everyone knows that is not the case. After about fifteen minutes, I felt
Mike start to shudder, and he came all over our chests and stomachs. The
entrance to his anus clamped tight around my penis, so tight I couldn't
even pull out any further. This caused me to go over the edge, and I came
deep inside of him.

I collapsed on top of Mike, and we lay together for longer than we had made
love. We were both exhausted. Each of our heads lay against the other's
cheeks, as Mike's legs remained locked behind my back. We held each other
so tight that no one could have separated one of us from the other.

When I had finally recovered enough to pull my head up, I looked down at
Mike. He had his eyes open, and a dreamy look on his face. His smile told
it all. "How was it? I hope it was everything you thought it was going to
be.", I said softly.

"It was better. You wouldn't believe how good it was.", he stammered. "You
will have to try it sometime."

"I don't know about that, Mike. I don't think I am ready for that yet.", I
answered, letting him go and pulling out of him. Secretly, I wanted to try
it, but just too afraid of the pain.

"Matt, you don't ever have to if you don't want to. I don't want you doing
anything you don't want to for me. I was just telling you how good it
felt. If you ever want to, just tell me. I want us to be best friends, and
friends don't force each other to do anything. OK?", he asked.

"Sure, Mike. I want that, too. I'll think about it, all right?", I
answered.

"OK. Let's dry off with the towels. I don't want to take a shower yet. I
want to make love at least one more time before we shower together. All
right with you?", he asked.

I just grinned. "I'll do that again any time you want me too.", I
giggled. Mike joined in the laughter.

We watched TV, not bothering to put on any clothes. We pulled the pillows
up against the head board of the bed, and snuggled together, with my arm
around Mike's shoulders. We were becoming closer and closer. I knew I loved
him, and he loved me. Everything was right with the world.

I kept thinking about what we had done. Did I want Mike to do it to me, or
not? If I did love him, shouldn't I give myself to him as he had done me?
But, I was scared, and I kept trying to force these thoughts from my
head. It didn't work, though, they kept coming back, stronger than ever.

Mike had really seemed to enjoy it. If he enjoyed it, wouldn't I enjoy it
just as much? Mike finally broke me out of my daze. "Matt, have you heard
anything I just said to you?", he asked.


"Huh? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking to myself. What did you say?", I
answered.

"I thought I smelled something burning. You shouldn't think so hard, you
might blow a circuit or something. Good thing you don't do it too often.",
Mike kidded, giggling.

"Oh, I don't think very often, huh? And you think you are so smart,
huh. Well, let's just see about that.", I answered, and rolled on top of
Mike and started tickling him. We wrestled on the bed, but I already had my
arm around him, plus I was bigger and stronger, so it didn't take much
effort to pin him on the bed, with me sitting on top of him. "Now,
Mr. Smarty Pants, what were you saying when I didn't hear you.?", I asked.

"I asked if you were ready to make love to me again. When you didn't say
anything, I was scared you had second thoughts about what we did. I thought
you might hate me, or something.", Mike replied seriously. Tears had
started to form at the corners of his eyes.

I just smiled down at him, and said, "No, you don't have to worry about
that. I really liked what we did, and I told you before that I would do
that any time you wanted me to. I could never hate you. I am beginning to
think I love you.", I blurted out, bearing my soul.

"WHAT?", Mike almost screamed.

I knew I had gone too far. I released him, and got to my feet. "I'm
sorry. That just leaked out. I know it is way too soon to say something
like that. We just met today. Maybe you are right, I just don't think
sometimes.", I said. Now, tears were forming in my eyes.

Mike just walked up to me, and took me into his arms. I came like a little
boy. Tears had started to flow from my eyes. I hoped he didn't hate me for
what I had just said.

As he hugged me, he said, "No, you don't seem to understand. I love you,
too. I gave myself to you so maybe you could learn to love me, too. I never
dreamed you would.", he sobbed.

It was my turn to be astounded. "WHAT?", I exclaimed, pulling back from
him.

We looked deep into each other's eyes, as he said, "I love you, too." He
pulled my head down and kissed me deeply. If I wasn't in love with this boy
before now, I was sure I was after this.

We finally broke the kiss, and looked deep into each other's eyes. "Please
make love to me right now.", Mike whispered.

"No.", I answered.

His eyes started to tear up again. "Why not? After what we just said to
each other, why not?"

After what we had said to each other, I had made my mind up in a flash. "I
don't want to make love to you, I want you to make love to me. I want us to
be best friends. I want us to be lovers.  But, most of all, I want us to be
equals, experiencing all the same things together. I felt so joined with
you when we made love. It was almost like we were one person, not two. I
want to experience it from the other side. Then, if we decide, and I do
mean WE decide that we both like it better one way or the other, then we
can constantly switch around or only do it one way. I don't care, I just
want us to make love as much as we can.", I said, as tears streamed down my
face.

"I take it all back.", Mike said, also crying, hugging me tightly.

"What do you mean?", I asked, confused.

"Anybody that can say what you just said means you do think, and think
deeply. I love you, and I hope I will always love you. Maybe, love at first
sight does exist. I don't know. All I know is I will do anything you want
me to do, as long as we get to make love. Either way!", he cried.

We just held each other for several minutes, swaying back and forth. I
finally broke the hug, pulled him away from me, and kissed him gently. "Get
me ready before I chicken out, OK?"

Mike just grinned like he had just got the best present of his life, and
got the tube of KY Jelly. I laid down on the same towels that Mike had laid
on previously, and pulled myself into the same position. No doubt about it,
I was scared. But, I was determined to go through with it, no matter what.

Mike was very gentle. He took every step slowly, making sure I was OK with
everything he did. I was amazed. One finger going in didn't hurt at
all. Mike's fingers weren't very big. He was only 13. I had to admit, one
finger did feel good, especially when it hit one certain spot. I would have
to ask Mike about that later. I was busy now, though.

I felt a bigger presence, and knew he must have switched to two fingers. It
hurt a little, but not much. I was elated. Maybe this wasn't going to be as
bad as I thought. I felt a new sensation, and knew it must be three
fingers. This did hurt, but not so much as I couldn't stand it. It was more
like hitting your knee on a table as you walked by. Strong sharp pain, but
it went away fast.

I felt Mike's fingers pull out, and I knew the time was near. Mike looked
down at me, and said, "Are you sure?"

"I am sure. I am sure I love you, and I am sure I want you in me.", I
answered.

Mike didn't hesitate. He didn't have any trouble finding the entrance to
me. Maybe the stories he had read also had detailed drawings. I didn't
know. All I knew, was I felt a burning sensation, and I knew he was inside
me. I was lucky. Mike wasn't fully grown yet, being only 13, and was not as
big around as his three fingers. He would grow bigger as he grew older, as
would I. Right now, this seemed the perfect size, and quickly, he was all
the way in.

He gave me the same slow, gentle ride I had given him. I couldn't believe
it! It did feel good. No, who am I kidding? It felt great. Better than
great! Awesome! Stupendous! Colossal! As we rocked together, getting closer
and closer to our mutual orgasms, I couldn't take it any more. I had to
have more. And, I wanted it now!!!!!!!!

"Fuck me harder, Mike. Faster! Harder! I need it now!", I almost screamed.

He didn't hesitate. He went into overdrive, bucking against me for all he
was worth. We lasted maybe 15 seconds more, and came at almost the same
time.

As before, except the direct opposite, he collapsed on top of me, and we
lay connected until we both recovered. He finally recovered enough to look
me in the eyes.

"I love you, Matt.", he said.

"I love you, too. But, if we don't take a shower right now, I think I am
going to fall asleep and not wake up until tomorrow.", I answered.

"You are right. We are playing with fire. I don't think I could get it up
one more time tonight if my life depended on it. I'll turn on the water to
get it hot.", he said, as he pulled back out of me. I felt strangely empty,
as he withdrew.

We got into the shower, and washed each other, but it was with love, not
passion. Neither of us got hard. We just enjoyed touching each other's
bodies. When we were finished, we lovingly dried each other, taking
turns. When we were dry, we turned out the lights and snuggled together
under the covers.

We both went quickly to sleep. Good thing bladders need emptying during the
night! Mike woke up about 3:45 and went to the bathroom. It woke me up, and
I went, also. We ended up 69'ing one more time before calling it a night.

Everyone has good days and bad days. As I look back, this is still the best
day of my life! I learned who I was, and what I would be in the future. I
found who I wanted to be with for the rest of my life. I lost my
virginity. I established my future life style. The only way it could have
been better is if Dad had suddenly got a frontal lobotomy and bought me a
Pontiac Firebird Trans Am Ram Air that I had been salivating over for two
years. I was 15. No way!!!!!!

Hey, you have to dream. Other than the car, I couldn't have wished for a
better day. Plus, tomorrow could be even better. OK, probably not, but you
can always hope!

     To Be Continued

Any reader's comments or criticisms are appreciated. The more comments I
get, the quicker I will forward more chapters. Again, I am trying to tell
the story using actual facts, but I do insert parts of the story that did
not really happen. The boys always give me permission, before I submit my
version. I hope you like this method of telling a story. Any comments can
be sent to fsw99@mindspring.com. The only gratification I really get out of
writing is your comments. I have made good friends out of Matt and Mark,
and could use some more.