Date: Fri, 18 Nov 2005 13:05:23 -0800 (PST)
From: William Cordova <wcordova98@yahoo.com>
Subject: William Cordova - Chapter Twenty-Three

Disclaimer

This story contains acts of the sexual nature between underage boys.  If
you do not like this type of story, or it is illegal in the area in which
you live, do not read any further.

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Chapter Twenty-Three: So Close, Yet So Far...

The sun was getting low -- just peeking over the tree lines and house
frames.  Fall was in full force.  It wasn't bad outside yet, just a bit
nippy.

As we packed into Mrs. Majeske's minivan, Eddie used it as an excuse to
cuddle next to Amber for the ride to the dance. I never met Amber until
this evening.  She was wearing a red dress.  I may not find girls
attractive, but I can tell when a girl is looking good.  She was looking
good! She seemed flawless.

Mitch, in stride, used the chilly weather to try and get close to his date
also.  Amy, was very small, yet filled out her black and blue dress nicely.
She couldn't have been any taller than five-two.

Both Eddie and Mitch wore some really nice slacks and formal shirts and
jackets.  It made them look distinguished and sharp.  Mitch was
exceptionally sharp and for once, I actually liked the way he was dressed.
He was only somewhat attractive, but tonight he was a stud.

I was squeezed in the back seat next to Eddie and Amber, I could hear them
making small talk about what they were hoping for in this evening's events.

I was hoping for two things myself.

One was to get to know Jeff better.  He was looking very nice himself, like
Eddie and Mitch, but different.  He was cute, rather than gentleman-like.
The other thing I was hoping for was a few moments alone with Matt
somewhere.  He had called shotgun so got the front seat.  He looked
handsome in his semi-formal wear.

I reached up with my right hand to alleviate an itch when my thumb brushed
up against my necklace -- my emerald green necklace that I put on this
morning for the first time in months.  As I touched my necklace with my
fingertips, I had brief illusions of Matt...in the buff.

I looked at Matt, sitting in the front seat, but could only see the side of
his shoulder and the top of his head.  I closed my eyes and envisioned him
seductively sitting in my lap facing me.  He leaned into me giving me a
kiss.  I licked my lips lightly before I was snapped back into reality.

I wasn't dressed as sharp as everyone else.  I just had slacks and a formal
shirt on.  I didn't have the fancy vest like Matt or the jackets like Mitch
and Jeff.

I didn't care though.  I was having fun regardless.  I was with my friends
and Matt -- can't get any better than being with him.  I guess it could, if
Matt was naked in bed next to me.

"I'll be back at midnight.  Call me if you want to come home early,"
Mrs. Majeske said, as we all jumped out of the van.  Matt's eyes caught
mine and we smiled at each other.  It was tough not being able to talk to
each other the way we wanted to.  But our eyes could communicate much more
than our words could.

The dance was already in full swing.  We showed up an hour after it started
because Eddie said, "You never show up to a dance when it starts... and you
always leave before it ends.  That's what cool people do."  So apparently
we're cool now.

The guys with dates got to dancing pretty quickly while; Matt, Jeff and I
sat at the edge of the dance floor on the cafeteria tables where the
refreshments were.

"So why didn't you get a date, Jeff?" I asked.

"I dunno.  Just didn't find anyone I liked."

"Oh that's cool.  We didn't either," I replied.

Matt jumped in with, "Maybe you can find someone here to dance with?"

"Yeah...maybe."

"I know I will," Matt said.

I shrugged that comment off as `fitting in' with the dance.  I will be
doing the same.  Maybe I'll find some girls that I know from some classes
that I could ask to dance.  I was going to avoid it as much and as long as
possible, and if I can get by with not dancing with anyone, that'd be
great.  Matt's not as shy about that sort of thing and if he finds someone
to dance with, great for him.

"You think the punch is spiked?" Jeff asked nonchalantly.

I laughed, "For sure!"

"This stuff is buzzing me.  Even you're looking good!" Jeff said to me.

I laughed with him, but thought it was an awfully strange comment.  Jeff
noticed Matt looking at him awkwardly and so did I.

"You're looking good yourself," I barked back.

Matt joined in the laughing when I said that.  I think I let Jeff off the
hook for saying something stupid.

A little later on, Matt and I were mingling with some friends when we came
across a classmate of mine.  She was with a friend of hers and we made
small talk.  The DJ was on a slow pace.  He had played a bunch of slow
dances together after starting the night off with up tempo music.  The
ladies were nice people so I decided to ask my classmate to dance.  I must
have put Matt on the spot, because he then asked my classmate's friend to
dance.

We started the typical slow dance -- small circular strides with hands on
their hips.  Somehow when this started, it reminded me so much of last
year's dance.  Every time Matt and I were facing each other, we'd make eye
contact and smile. At one point, I puckered up to him and winked.  That
drew him to counter with his own pucker-up.

I was pretending I was dancing with Matt, and I didn't have doubts that he
was doing the same.  I closed my eyes and I could smell him, his musky
sweat and strawberry shampoo with a touch of hairspray and his warm breath,
against my lips.

I could feel him rubbing against me and lightly kissing my neck, slightly
pumping his body against mine.  I could feel him pressing his hard cock
against mine.

I could feel his breath on my cheek. I could taste him exhaling into my
awaiting mouth, between my thirsting lips.

I could hear him --quietly whispering how much he missed me, how much he
wanted to be with me, how much he loved me.

I opened my eyes and looked at Matt again.  I felt as though I was at a new
level of love.  I realized how much I really had when I didn't have him.  I
was holding this girl, as nice as she was; she only gave me one thing -- a
greater appreciation for the love I felt for Matt.

The song ended and the four of us came together as a group -- the girls
saying how much they enjoyed the dance and thanked us.  I wasn't about
ready to give up though.  My imagination was on fire.  I felt as though I
had actually danced with Matt.

"You ladies done already?  I was just getting warmed up," I said.

"Oh, you want another round," one of the girls said?

We switched partners for the next song.  Again we pretty much did the same
thing.  I couldn't keep my eyes off Matt and he smiled right back.

As we started our slow dance, I tried to get back to where I was in before,
but I could not.  My concentration was broken and I was trying too hard.
It wasn't going to happen, but nevertheless, I had fun anyways.

Once we were done dancing, we split part from the girls and headed for an
obscure location where we were alone.  Actually you couldn't be alone, but
in a sense, you could, since the music was loud enough to keep anyone from
hearing anyone that was further than five feet from you.  So Matt and I sat
in a corner and were able to talk without a problem.

"You looked like you were having fun," I said.

"Of course..."

"I bet you were thinking of me right?"

"How did you..."

"What were you thinking of?" I asked.

Matt didn't respond.  He just looked at me in awe.  "I...How did you know I
was thinking of you?"

"I could just tell."

"I pretended to be dancing with you."

I laughed.

"What the fuck.  Don't laugh!" Matt exclaimed.

"No..."  I tried to explain what I was laughing at, but I had a hard time
finding the words.

"I can't help it.  I could feel you I swear."

I stopped laughing almost immediately when he said that.  I turned serious
and asked, "You could feel me?"

"Yes...are you going to laugh at me some more?"

"No, no.  I...You could feel me?  Could you smell me too?  And taste me?"

Matt seemed shocked.  "How did you..."

"I got so caught up in my imagination, I could taste you.  I could feel you
kissing me I swear!"

"But..."  Matt went silent.  I could see he was itching for something.  He
seemed impatient.

"Don't you dare!  You can't do it yet.  I know you want to kiss me.  I can
see it in your eyes."

Matt broke into an evil grin.  "I know we have to wait...it's just so hard
to keep my hands off you."

"Tonight, after everyone has gone to bed, we'll have some time along to do
what we want.  Think of it this way.  The longer you wait, the better it
will feel."

Shortly, we were joined by Jeff, and soon afterwards Mitch and Eddie.  We
sat around chit chatting about everything.  What each of them did.  Who
danced with whom and who dances best and stuff like that.

I was surprised to learn that Jeff hadn't danced with anyone yet.  I felt
bad for him.  I guess he is just too shy to ask anyone.

Matt and I told them about the girls we danced with and how we liked them.
At least for me, when I was telling them about it, I was picturing Matt in
my arms, moving like one with me.

Eddie called his mom to come pick us up around eleven.  As Eddie said
before, "the cool leave the party early."  I wasn't sure what it really
meant, but to me, it seemed more logical that the cool stay the longest,
but what do I really know.  Eddie seems more inline with this kind of
thing.

I was pooped for sure, but not tired.  I was still too high on adrenalin to
be tired.  We piled into Mrs. Majeske's minivan just as we had before.  I
was squished, again, back next to Eddie, but I never really saw him.  He
was locked tooth to tooth with Amber.  I just stared out the window and
watched the passing lights of in the night.

I noticed we weren't heading home though.  I just watched as we went down
to Hwy 6.  We turned into a Sonic, and Mrs. Majeske asked us what we
wanted.  I guess dessert was on the menu.  We just had a round of sundaes.
After dropping off the girls, we went back to Eddie's house.

The adrenalin had pretty much worn off by now... so we all just retired to
the bedrooms.  We crowded into Eddie's room to change out of our formal
wear and into something more comfortable.  I put on a pair of sweat pants
and a t-shirt.  Jeff quickly grabbed his pillow that he had brought over
and went to the guest room next door and claimed the bed there.  Mitch
unrolled his sleeping bag and some extra sheets onto the floor next to
Eddie's bed.

"Where am I going to sleep?" I asked.

"The closet at the end of the hall has some stuff on it.  You and Matt can
crash in the guest room."

We grabbed the stuff and made `our' bed out on the floor below the guest
bed.  Jeff was in the bathroom so we were alone for a moment.

"Damn I'm tired now all of a sudden," Matt said.

"No shit.  I'm really tired, but it's going to be hard to get some sleep
with you next to me."

Matt giggled.

"Listen, we'll sleep separately until Jeff is asleep, then we can snuggle.
I am going to stay up as long as it takes."

Jeff came in just at that moment, so I looked down at my sleeping bag,
pretending to be fixing it up.  I looked up at Jeff, who gave us a funny
look, but continued over to his bed.

Matt spoke up, "I have to go pee."

I laughed as he exited the room.  I sat Indian style just watching Jeff.
He was sitting on the side of the bed rubbing his eyes.  He yawned real
loud, causing me to yawn in turn.

"You know that's contagious," I said.

Jeff laughed, "I know."

He then removed his shirt, but left his shorts on as he crawled in bed.
Apparently he changed clothes in the bathroom or somewhere while he was
gone.  He turned the lamp off next to him, leaving the room dark, with
light only coming in from the doorway.  I took this opportunity to remove
my clothes, including my boxers and slip under covers.  A second later,
Matt came in.

"Turn off the hallway light," I told Matt.

He adjusted the door so it was only cracked open, and then slipped under
his covers.

It was just about pitch black.  I couldn't eve see Matt at all.  I leaned
over to him, covering his mouth and whispered, "Take off your clothes."

I stayed right next to him as he did so.

"Just wait a few minutes, keep your eyes open so you don't go to sleep.
I'll check on Jeff in a minute."

I heard him say `ok' right before I leaned back over to my side.

I was already hard, just thinking of Matt and what we might do.  I was
laying right next to the sexiest boy alive, who quite possibly was
completely naked, although I wasn't sure if he took his boxers off or not.
By now, my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, so I could make out some
resemblance of what was around me.

I scooted closer to Matt, reaching a hand over to him.  I felt around his
stomach and found what I was looking for.  I could feel his hard dick
jutting up against the sleeping bag.

I saw Matt look over at me.  He rolled over toward me and started exploring
me.  We embraced in a long passionate kiss.  I heard Matt give a light
moan, so I broke the kiss and placed my hand over his mouth.

"Shhh."

I kept my hand over his mouth as I leaned forward and kissed his nose, then
his forehead.  I smiled and looked directly into his eyes as best as I
could with the limited light.  I kissed his neck, and then moved on to his
shoulder and upper arm.  I pushed the sleeping bag back enough to continue
kissing down his arm and to his hand and fingers.

I stopped there and went back to looking him straight in the eyes.

I put my finger over my mouth to indicate to keep quiet as I got up and
looked over at Jeff.  He seemed asleep.  I put my boxers back on and moved
next to him.  I could see his eyes were shut, so I whispered, "You awake
Jeff?"

I got no response.  I tried it again ...the same result.

I quietly went down the hall to check on the others.  The door was shut.
There was no light coming from under the door, nor any noise from within.

I walked back to Matt, and standing over him, I dropped my boxers to the
floor.  Matt flipped the top of his sleeping bag wide open.  I bent down
and lowered his boxers off his legs.  I got down and practically laid on
top of him, flipping the cover back over me.

Our stiff cocks pressed together..  We gave another long kiss to each
other.

As quietly as I could possibly speak, I said, "I want to give you another
blow job... but if you promise not to make any sound."

He shook his head in the affirmative.

I grabbed his right hand and placed it over his mouth.  "Keep your hand
over your mouth if that helps," I said.

I slid under the cover and into total darkness.  I was no further then an
inch from Matt's sweet chest but couldn't see it.  I pressed my lips to his
chest and slowly kissed my way down to his belly button.  Then further on
to his pubic hair which gave off a heavy musky smell.  It drove me crazy
and my dick responded by getting harder than I thought possible.

I dug my fingers into his crotch, rubbing in every possible place,
absorbing his scent into the pores of my finger tips.  I wanted to have his
smell on me for the entire night.  I wanted to wake up and smell him in the
morning.

I dropped down onto his aching cock with the full force of my mouth.  My
nose hit his pubes and I felt them brush against my lips.  I began to
consume his luscious dick as if it were a sweet candy.  I heard Matt give a
low moan almost immediately.

"Shhh!" I whispered back.

I waited a few seconds before I took him back into my mouth.  This time I
went slower.  I stroked with my left hand and explored his body with my
right hand.  Matt started fucking my face.  I reached between his legs with
my right hand and started probing as his hole.  I all but stopped stroking
him, leaving the work to him.  I took my mouth off his dick for a moment to
wet my finger.

Matt almost went into anguish for that moment and then found my mouth again
in the next.  I slipped my wetted finger back down to his ass and
investigated his anus.  I pushed against his rim and he resisted, but not
entirely... he spread his legs apart, indicated to me he was enjoying it.

Once I got my finger massaging his anus, he didn't last long.  Only a few
bucks and he was shooting his wad into my waiting mouth.  I sucked and
swallowed it as best as I could, which was good enough to not leave a drop
of cum when I removed my mouth.

I rose up, lifting the sleeping bag above me and looked at Matt.  His eyes
were wide open and he had both hands pressed against his mouth.  I could
tell he had been panting from his heavy breathing.

I moved up until I was face to face with him; he still had a glowing look
on his face.  I wanted to kiss him, but he had his hands covering his
mouth, so I started kissing his fingers.

I pressed my hard dick into his stomach... enticing him to do something.

I just gave him one of the most powerful orgasms he's ever had.  I gave him
time to recover.

His eyes closed but I didn't want him to fall asleep, so when his hands
finally moved from his mouth, I started to kiss him as deep as I could.  I
grabbed his tongue with my suction.

"Will..." Matt muttered.  "Will...I...am too...tired."

I thought for a moment.  I was not going to get to bed without getting off.
So I improvised.

I whispered in his ear, "Just relax, I'll take care of it."

I went back down below the covers to his crotch.  I lifted and separated
his legs so his knees were up in the air.  I got back on my knees, and was
sitting up far enough I could see Jeff in the bed.  He was still, so I
didn't fear him seeing us.

I leaned down between Matt's legs and licked the area surrounding his nuts.
I licked it feverishly to wet it as much as possible.  When I thought the
wetness was sufficient, I scooted forward and placed my dick in the valley
of his groin.  I moved back and forth to create the friction needed to make
my cock feel good.  I lifted one of his legs and placed it on my shoulder
and flattened the other with my hand.


It took me a minute just to get it into a good position that I knew I would
be able to get off with, and once there, I really pushed forward.  To my
surprise, Matt reached down and started touching the end of my dick
whenever I was at my further-most point in my thrust.  After that, it took
me only a few seconds to explode onto his stomach.

I rolled off him and grabbed my t-shirt to wipe up the mess I made, but
stopped short when I saw Matt sniffing some of my cum.  Apparently I got
some on his hand.

"You like how it smells?" I whispered.

He sniffed it again, then turned to me and smiled.  "What's it taste like?"
he asked.

"I dunno how to really describe it.  Just taste it."

Matt sniffed it again, but instead of tasting it, he wiped it off on the
t-shirt I had, then grabbed it and proceeded to clean himself up.

I cuddled next to him, wrapping an arm around his chest.  We kissed and
held each other for a few minutes before falling asleep.

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Questions and/or Comments?

Thanks to Frank for proof reading and editing :)
wcordova98@yahoo.com
Next Chapter: December 2nd...