Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2008 03:51:06 +0100
From: oh-boy@playful.com
Subject: Thanks for Tellin' 3

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Thanks for Tellin' - Part 4 (Part 2 and 3 were posted as one submission)


I was flying, floating, soaring. My pulse was at 200, easily. I was having
trouble breathing, we were kissing so hard. But I was feeling so alive, so
right, just perfect.

When we finally broke the kiss I was panting heavily. I looked at Matt,
looked into his beautiful green eyes. Matt looked back at me, again beaming
at me with a wide grin. He was also breathing hard. I was so delirious, I
didn't know what to say. I just bathed in the feeling of finally being able
to look at him as long as I wanted without feeling awkward, of finally
touching the boy I had been wanting to hold since the first time I saw him.

Finally my breathing slowed down a bit and I was able to say "Oh wow, that
was awesome."

Matt grinned even more. "Man, I'm so glad you think so. I was really afraid
I'd blown it last night. I mean, I know you touched me first, but then I
was afraid I'd scared you so much with what I made you do that you'd hate
me."

I had to laugh. "I almost had a heart attack when you jumped up. But I
couldn't believe my luck when I realized that you actually liked what I was
doing."

"Oh I liked it. I loved it. I guess you noticed..." And he laughed
too. "And then when your Mom drove up, god, I just freaked."

I shuddered a bit. "Yeah, me too. And she must have thought who knows what
when she came in. I just sorta jumped up and ran upstairs, never really
talked to her. She probably thinks we're crazy or something."

We both had to laugh again. Then we just lay there looking at each other
once more. I noticed that the cum in my boxers and running down my legs was
beginning to feel cold and clammy. I shifted uncomfortably a little.

I cleared my throat and said "I think I need to take another shower. I'm
kinda, well, wet."

Matt blushed a deep red. "Actually I am too. When we were kissing and
rubbing like that I couldn't help it, I shot a load in my boxers too."

That made me laugh again. I got off the bed and held out my hand to Matt to
pull him up too. "Come on, we can shower together." When I realized what I
had just said a warm shudder ran through me. This was incredible. I could
really say this to him. Ask this gorgeous guy to get into the shower with
me naked and he couldn't wait to do it. Wow! Life was great!

So we went into the bathroom and started taking our clothes off. I watched
Matt as he kicked off his sneakers, opened his shorts and shoved them down,
together with his boxers. He had to peel them off a bit because they were
damp with his cum. I caught a whiff of the smell and my heart began beating
a bit faster again. I unstuck the cloth of my own boxers from my crotch and
pushed them down. This time there was no question about the look Matt gave
me. I certainly didn't imagine the way he stared at my cock, which was
already half hard again. And I didn't imagine the way he licked his lips
and then looked up into my eyes and gave me a huge grin.

We both pulled our t-shirts over our heads and appreciated each other's
upper bodies. Then I turned on the water and stepped into the shower. Matt
got in right behind me. There wasn't that much room so we had to stand
really close together. For a second we both froze, still feeling a little
awkward being so close and naked. Then Matt grinned again and said "OK,
hand me the shower gel, I'll get you cleaned up."

I grabbed the bottle off the little shelf and handed it to him. He poured a
good amount on his hands and started rubbing me down. He began at my
shoulders, massaging them gently. He turned me away from him and ran his
hands down my arms and my back, finally rubbing them over my butt
cheeks. Then he pushed his hands under my arms, stepped up closer to me and
ran his hands over my chest and belly. Of course by now I was completely
hard again. And he was too, I could feel it when he pressed his body to
mine from behind.

Matt lathered me all the way down to my little bush of pubes. He didn't
touch my dick though. Then he stepped back a little and hunkered down,
still behind me. He rubbed his hands first down my left leg, then my
right. My head was beginning to swim again, from the heat and steam, but
mostly from the feeling of having Matt, my basketball star, rub every spot
of my naked body.

Finally he got up again and slipped his arms around me once more. He put
both hands on my crotch and said "Now I'll have to clean the most important
part too, huh?" And he started massaging the foam into my balls.

I began to groan, I couldn't help it. When Matt folded his two hands around
my throbbing dick and started running them up and down, lubed up with the
shower gel, my knees got weak again. I tried to keep a grip but it was no
use. I grunted "I'm gonna cum again."

Matt increased his pressure on my dick, put his mouth next to my ear and
said "Good!"

My senses began to float, all I could feel were Matt's hands on my dick and
the orgasm that was about to happen. Then it did and it shook my whole
body. I leaned back into Matt and shot spurt after spurt of my cum on the
glass of the shower partition.

When my climax subsided a little and I was able to open my eyes I saw lots
of thick white globs of cum run down the glass. Matt was chuckling. "OK, we
gotta clean the glass too now. I'll finish this first though."

I managed to stand on my own again and Matt pressed the last drops of cum
out of my dick. Then he ran his hands all over it a few times to really
clean it up. When he touched my dick head, which was super sensitive after
my second orgasm in something like half an hour, I gasped. But Matt
finished cleaning me up quickly and I turned around to face him.

I smiled at him and said "OK, my turn now. Hand me the gel."

He gave it to me and I was determined to get him clean just as well as he
had me. I squeezed some gel into my hands and started rubbing his pecs. I
gave his nipples a little squeeze, just for fun. My fingers slipped off
them because they were slippery from the shower gel, but it was enough to
make Matt gasp anyway. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the
wall. I kneeled down and moved my hands further down his body. My head now
was at the height of his belly button and I had the perfect view of his
sixpack which I admired do much. I ran the tips of my fingers over it's
grooves, tracing the contours of his muscles. Matt moaned softly and his
hard dick twitched slightly.

I wanted to take this as slowly as he had but as I ran my right forefinger
down that delicate trail of golden hairs, now wet and looking much darker,
that ran from his navel into his pubes, I couldn't restrain myself any
longer. I took his beautiful long uncircumcised cock into my right hand and
squeezed lightly. Matt groaned. I slipped my hand down to the base of his
cock, pulling on the skin a little. This made his foreskin slip back all at
once, revealing the dark red head which was glistening from the water and
the precum it was oozing. Again Matt gasped hard. I made a mental note to
remember that that moment when his foreskin slipped back to reveal his
glans seemed to give him an especially intense feeling.

I started jacking Matt slowly. I rubbed my right hand up and down his dick,
watching intently as the precum oozed out of his slit. I loved the way he
moaned softly and the way his breathing got heavier the closer he got to
his climax. It didn't take long until I heard Matt grunt "Oh yeah, I'm
close. I'm gonna cum. Oh man!"

I sensed his body tensing up and I moved a little over to the side so he
wouldn't shoot his cum in my face. Then Matt groaned loudly and his dick
seemed to grow a little more. He started shooting strings of sweet smelling
white cum from the slit in his dark red dick head past my face. There were
a lot of them, each one accompanied by a groan from Matt. They joined the
remainder of my own splatters that hadn't been washed from the glass of the
shower partition by the spray from the shower by now.

Matt's dick kept on jumping in my hand for a while after he had shot his
last cum. I pressed out the last drops and after a few seconds Matt took a
deep breath.

"Man, that was great, thank you."

I stood up and smiled at him. "My pleasure, entirely."

He grinned. "Oh I don't think so. I sure had more fun. But hey, glad you
liked it also."

I couldn't stop smiling. I took the shower head off it's mount and ran the
water over Matt's body to clean off what I hadn't been able to get before I
started jacking him off. Then I washed the traces of our little cumfest off
the glass before putting the shower head back and turning off the water.

I said "You can put on one of my boxers and if you want to I can put your
stuff in the washer. They'll be clean and dry in an hour and your Grandma
will not be the wiser."

He grinned. "Yeah, great idea."

So we walked back into my room where we each put on a pair of my boxers,
clean from the drawer. No shirts of course. Didn't even think of asking him
if he wanted one. Then we picked up our cum-soaked stuff from before and
went downstairs where I threw all of it in the washer/dryer combination
thing we had there. I got a container of orange juice from the fridge and
two glasses and we went through to the living room. We plopped down on the
couch and I poured our drinks.

We sat there in silence for a while, just in our boxers, looking at each
other, both of us smiling like crazy. Then I took a sip from my juice and a
thought ran through my head.

I looked back at Matt and asked "So are we gay then? I know I couldn't
think of anything but you ever since I saw you play ball out in the
driveway on your first night."

Matt's smile slipped away a little. "Yeah, I'm definitely gay. Even though
I didn't want to admit it at first. I got into some trouble back home
because of that. One of the reasons they sent me here in the first
place. That's not something I like to remember."

I slid a little closer to him on the couch so our bodies were
touching. "Hey, it's ok if you don't want to talk about it. But I'm here to
listen if you do, you know."

He looked over at me and smiled again. "Yeah, I can feel that. OK, what
happened was this. About a year ago I realized that I felt more than just
friendship for a guy I had known since kindergarten, Devon. We were in
school together forever and I thought he was my best friend. I mean, we,
like, spent every free minute together, played ball, went to the movies,
played on the computer, you name it."

Matt sighed and took a sip of his juice. "Of course he was into girls and
for the last, like, year or so he didn't have anything else to talk about
than girls. How hot they were, how well they were filling out, bla bla. I
didn't understand a word he was saying, I just didn't get it. All I could
look at was him, the way his body was developing, his muscles, his bulge,
you know?"

And he looked at me, trying to see whether I did know what he was trying to
say. And I did. I knew exactly what he meant. I nodded and I guess he saw
that I really understood what he was getting at.

So Matt sighed and went on "Of course I couldn't tell him what I felt. I
went along, pretending I found the girls he was getting all excited about
just as hot as he did. And we ended up having a few jack off sessions
together. I loved it. Of course I only looked at him while we were doing
it, while he was ogling the porn he had on his computer screen. And then
one stupid day I just lost it."

Matt dropped back onto the couch and rubbed his hand over his face. He
breathed deeply and looked at me with a look of pain remembered too clearly
on his face. I instinctively put my hand on his leg and squeezed a little
to show him my support. He put his hand on mine and continued.

"This was right after Christmas last year. My Dad had just walked out,
everything was sorta falling apart. Mom was crying most of the time, the
little ones didn't understand what was happening so they were mostly crying
also. I was spending most of my time at Devon's place cause I couldn't
stand to be at home. Devon had actually found some girl who went out with
him, so he wasn't too keen on me being there all the time. And I was
getting jealous. I didn't realize it at the time, but of course that's
exactly what was happening."

Matt stopped talking again and I could see that the memories were hurting
him. He swallowed hard once, took another sip from his glass and looked at
me. His eyes were so sad at that moment that I wished I could have made the
hurt go away. But I didn't know what I could have said, so I just waited
for him to get it all out.

"One night we met at Devon's house. Devon was frustrated because his girl,
whatever her name was, didn't want to do anything more than kiss. They had
been out at the park and he had tried to get her to put her hand in his
pants somewhere but she refused and actually walked off. So he called me
and I went over to his place. He needed to get off so we watched some porn
on the internet again. We were both jacking off, and then I somehow lost
it. Right before I shot my load I looked at Devon and all I could think was
'Man he's so fucking hot' and I leaned over and kissed him."

Matt took a deep breath and closed his eyes foe a second before going
on. "It was only like a fraction of a second, but Devon totally
freaked. Man he was so fast. I never saw it coming. He hit me in the mouth,
just like that. With his fist. I guess he was still so frustrated and he
put all that into the punch. I fell back to the floor, and I was really mad
at him and so I jumped up and tried to hit him back. Guess I was also
pretty frustrated."

He smiled a sad little smile. "So we got into a real fight, knocking over
the chairs and screaming at each other until his Dad kicked in the door and
separated us. Devon had a black eye and my lip was bleeding all over the
place. And then things started getting worse. Of course they called my Mom
to pick me up. We said we had been fighting over that girl Devon was going
out with. In a way that wasn't even a complete lie. At least Devon didn't
tell our parents what really happened. Thank god for small mercies. But
after that, man, I didn't think anything worse could happen. But boy was I
wrong."

Matt closed his eyes again and took a few deep breaths. I could see a tear
in the corner of his right eye. He took his hand off mine and wiped the
tear away. I took his hand again deliberately. He opened his eyes, smiled
another sad smile at me and gripped my hand harder.

"Of course Devon's Dad had seen the porn that was still running on Devon's
computer when he kicked the door in. So he took away the computer. And he
told my Mom about it. She screamed at me for an hour. I think for them the
porn thing was worse than the fighting. How sick is that? And from that day
on Devon hated my guts. And he obviously told our other friends what I had
done. Had tried to do really, nothing ever really happened. So they stopped
talking to me. Ignored me in school. Hung up when I called them."

Matt's voice was beginning to really shake now. "I tried talking to them. I
wanted to tell them that it was still me, the same guy they had known for
years. Nothing had changed. But they didn't give me a chance. I felt like
garbage. So when my mother and my grandparents decided it would be best for
me to move here for a while I didn't even put up too much of a fight. My
Mom wanted me to finish the school year there before moving here, but that
was pure hell. I know I told you I miss my friends, and I do, but that's
the friends they were before all this happened. I don't miss what they
turned into. "

Now another tear ran down Matt's cheek. I took set down my glass on the
table and took his from his hand and put it away too. Then I put my arm
around his naked shoulders and pulled him so his head was on my chest. He
didn't resist, he just let me caress him. I felt his tears wet on my skin
as he was shaking very lightly. I ran my left hand down his left arm and
the fingers of my right hand through his hair.

We sat like that for a few minutes, not speaking. I didn't know what to say
to make him feel better and Matt needed a little time to calm down. After a
while he sat back up, wiped his eyes and smiled at me, almost as widely as
before he started telling me his story.

"And then, when I thought my life was basically ending, everything lost,
you showed up with your bag of garbage." His smile got wider. "When I first
saw you I thought, man, I really wanna get to know him. And then you were
so nice and we got along so well. And I was afraid I would screw up
again. I tried to act as normal as possible. But I couldn't help looking at
you. And when I took my shirt off, which was really basically out of reflex
because I always do that when I play ball, and I thought you were staring
at me and then you took yours off too, well, I started getting my hope up a
little."

I had started grinning again also, thinking of those first hours of our
friendship. For the first time I seemed to find my voice again.

"Do you remember when you came out of the shower that first evening, before
we had met? You walked into your room and dropped your towel before you
pulled down the blind?"

Matt looked at me and I could see him go over his memories of that evening
in his mind. Slowly a smile crept onto his face and he said "Yeah, so?"

"Well, I was at my window and you were a little too slow with the blind. I
had seen you with your ball in the driveway before and I already knew you
were the hottest guy I had seen, but that split second before you closed
the blind, when I saw your hard..." I looked down at his boxers.

Matt laughed out loud. "You saw that. Oh wow, OK."

I continued "Well, from then on I could hardly keep my hands off you. And
then you started taking your shirt off every chance you got. I was so hot
for you. But it never crossed my mind that you could be feeling the same
way. Although I did think I caught you staring a couple of times. But I was
sure I had to be wrong. And then yesterday, when you fell asleep..." I
hesitated for a second. "Were you really asleep? Or were you testing me?"

He laughed out again. "No, I really fell asleep for a second. And then,
when you touched me and I woke up again, I thought, no, this can't be
happening. I was afraid to let you see that I was awake. But then I just
couldn't stand it any longer. Well, you were there, you know what
happened. But afterwards I was so scared that you would hate me. I told
myself, no, he started it, he wanted it. But once again I had kissed a boy
not knowing if he really wanted it. I had ruined my life once that way. And
with your mother showing up like that, I was really frightened and I didn't
know what to do. I hardly slept at all."

I looked at him somberly.  "I didn't know what to feel either. I was afraid
in the morning you would hate what we had done. But then you showed up like
this." I had to smile again.

Matt grinned at me. "Yeah, I decided I had to take this chance. If there
was any chance of you feeling the same way I did I had to know. Or if you
hated me I wanted to know right away also. So I made the plan to come over
and molest you until you either punched me out or let me give you the same
pleasure you gave me yesterday."

I smiled at him once again. "I'm sure glad you did, I was sitting here not
knowing what to do. I do now though."

And with that I leaned over and kissed him on the mouth hard. We embraced
and our tongues began their heated dance.

After a few minutes Matt broke the kiss and whispered "Do you want to know
what I dreamed about doing to you almost every night after we said good
night at our windows?"

He grabbed the waistband of my boxers and lifted it, exposing my dick which
was totally hard of course. I lifted my hips off the couch instinctively
and Matt pushed my boxers down. Then he leaned down and slipped my cock in
his mouth. I gasped when I felt his hot mouth on my dick. The feeling was
so much more intense than having my or even his hand on it. I threw my head
back and moaned. Matt sucked on my dick and slid his lips up and down on
it, making slurping noises. I bucked my hips and started writhing on the
couch. Then I felt my orgasm coming and I pulled Matt's hair to tell him to
get off. He did but he continued stroking my dick with his hand. I groaned
out loud and shot my third load of cum this morning. It felt great. I
pumped out at least ten shots, the cum falling back into my crotch and onto
my belly.

As I lay there, regaining my breath, we heard a loud knock from the
direction of the kitchen. Mrs. Graham had walked up our driveway and was
calling out "Matt, Dylan, are you in there? I'm making sandwiches for
lunch. Come over in ten minutes if you want some."

Once again Matt and I looked at each other and said "Shit!" at the same
time. Then Matt called out "OK Granny, we'll be there in a minute."

I looked down at the mess I had made on myself. Matt grabbed my boxers from
the floor and handed them to me. I wiped the cum off my body with them and
said "This is ridiculous, there seems to be some kind of curse. We can't do
this here anymore. But man, that was incredible. I want to do that to you
too."

Matt got up from the couch smiling. "Oh yeah, whenever you want. But right
now we should get our stuff from the washer and get dressed. We have lots
of time to try out new stuff." He looked down at the couch. "But you're
right, maybe we should keep away from this place from now on."

I got up too and as Matt started to walk off in the direction of the
kitchen I grabbed his hand and stopped him. I looked him in the eyes and
said "Hey, thanks for telling me what happened to you back home. And thanks
for being here. I promise I'll make your life worth living again, if I
can. I know you already have made mine a lot better. And I guess that
answers my question from before. I'm gay too. And I'm glad I am." And I
stepped up to him, naked as I was, and kissed him once more on the mouth.

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<your nifty link>/nifty/gay/young-friends/when-lenny-broke-his-leg

<your nifty link>/nifty/gay/incest/distant-cousins/

<your nifty link>/nifty/gay/young-friends/finally-alive/

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