Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2006 08:22:36 -0800 (PST)
From: William Cordova <wcordova98@yahoo.com>
Subject: William Cordova - Chapter Twenty-eight
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-Eight: One Day, One Night, One Moment
I packed up what I could into my backpack. My room was still a
total mess. Even after all these months, my worthless broken TV lay in the
exact same spot, and my mirror and lamp were yet to be replaced. I had
shoved most of the debris into a pile in the corner of my room -- the
corner with the biggest piece of debris, my TV.
I took my note from my pocket and the walkie-talkies from my secret
hiding place and put them on the table. Benjamin was sitting at the table
when I walked put them there. He gave me a weird look.
"What ya doin'?" he asked.
"Mind your own business," I replied calmly.
"Why do you have radios?"
"They're walkie-talkies and they're for Mom and Dad when they get
home. Don't fool with them."
"And the note? What are you doin'?" he repeated in firmer voice.
"I'm tired of how they're treatin' me -- like I'm sub human. They
speak to the pastor like I'm not standin' right next to 'em. They speak of
me like I have some disease or sum'in. I'm just goin' over to Matt's --
that's all. Now bug off please. I'm doin' this and you can't stop me."
I walked out of the living room without waiting for a response. I
didn't hear him speak. I checked back when I grabbed my belongings. The
walkie-talkie and note weren't touched and Benjamin was gone.
I sprinted around the street corner to Ian. He was waiting outside
for me. I told him to meet me here so his mother wouldn't learn of the
plan. Ian let me in the garage and I got up on his bike. It was smaller
than mine, but I couldn't be picky. It was the only bike I knew of that I
could borrow.
"Thanks Ian," I said as I started to ride.
"Wait," he said. He walked over toward me.
"What?"
He lunged forward and wrapped his arms around me from the side,
engulfing me in a tight hug. I placed my arm around him.
"Be careful," Ian said.
"I -- I'm not runnin' away. Just goin' for the night. I'll be
back in the mornin'."
"I know, but just be careful."
"Ian -- when I get back, we'll shoot some hoops OK?"
He broke the hug and looked up at me. "Sounds like fun."
"I must get goin' now."
I rode off looking back and seeing Ian standing by his mailbox. He
waved his hand and went out of sight as I rode off down the street. I rode
past my old school, Watkins Jr. High which still resembled life of the
day's school activities and past the elementary school -- and down Keith
Harrow toward Deerfield.
When I approached Matt's house, I saw him hiding on the opposite
side of the house from the driveway. He was packed and ready. He sprinted
out and started riding with me. We were off without a hitch. Neither
Benjamin, Matt's sister Sarah nor his brother Danny caused any problems.
Matt must have been really sneaky to get out of the sights of Sarah.
"I can't believe we're doing this," Matt said.
"No shit. I was nervous as hell packin'. I hope we didn't forget
sum'in. I got everythin' on my list. You did right?"
"Yup."
"You left the note and walkie-talkie --"
"I did everything I had on my list."
"OK -- just lead the way."
We rode rather swiftly through the neighborhood and out the
southern entrance. As we rode down Clay road, we stayed mostly on the
shoulder but sometimes on the adjacent grass. The shoulder was flat and
fairly thin so our bikes glided over it well. As I followed Matt blindly,
I began to stare at his legs. He had changed from his jeans during school
to shorts. It was much warmer than it's been all week. It must have been
in the eighties
His legs started to mesmerize me. I saw his muscle flex with each
push down and relax with every upward motion. I saw the lightest sighs of
leg hair just creeping up from his ankle socks. Every now and then, I'd
catch a glimpse of Matt taking a glimpse back at me. I never looked at him
in the face as I was focused on his legs -- the firmness of his calves and
the shininess of his knees.
I was on autopilot. It was like I never paid attention to where I
was going. I stopped when Matt stopped in front of me. I looked up at him
and saw a gate. I turned around and only then did I realize we had turned
off of Clay road onto what looked like an abandoned road -- only fifty feet
from the main road. I could still see the cars roaring by, but there was
too much tree coverage to be seen.
Matt got off his bike and walked it up to the gate. The gate had a
`No Trespassing' sign posted on it. It was one of those simple gates meant
to keep cars out, not children on bikes.
Matt looked at the sign.
"I didn't come this far to let a stupid sign stop me," I said.
"No shit."
We easily jumped the gate and got back on our bikes. We rode for
another ten minutes along a barely visible trail. The reservoir was thinly
populated with trees and almost no under brush. We came upon a small
creek. The water was basically stagnant. The lack of rain lately left it
fairly dry.
"Is this far enough in?" I asked.
"Think so. Can't even hear the cars now. No one should be able to
see the smoke."
"Looks nice."
The creek intersected a circular opening of gray-trunked trees. The
ground was covered in a soft grass which was just turning green from the
spring. The sun was making it look very majestic even though I knew it
wasn't. The creek was muddy brown with grass poking in all directions.
The trees provided a good amount of shade. We set our backpacks down and
leaned our bikes up against one of the larger trees.
"I thought this looked nice. The ground doesn't look bad, good for
sleeping bags and we have some shade."
"Will!?!" My dad's voice came on
"Oh shit!" I exclaimed. I grabbed the walkie-talkie out of my
backpack.
"Will!?" he yelled again.
"Dad?"
"What are you doin'? Where are you at?" he said rather calmly.
"Dad, me and Matt are hanging out. Don't worry, we're safe.
"Where are ya at Will?" he repeated.
"We're close by. We'll be home in the mornin'."
"What the fuck do you mean home in the mornin'?" he said raising his
voice.
"We're gonna hang out together and spend the night here. Please
don't be worried."
"You come home at once! You are in sooo much trouble!" he yelled.
"You can punish me when I get there in the mornin'. Until then, I'm
gonna have some fun with my friend."
"Don't you dare try and ruin everythin' I've been tryin' to do for
ya!"
"I ain't. I ain't ruinin' nu'in. We're just hangin' out. We
haven't seen each other in months. He's my best friend and you just ripped
him away like he's an old shoe. I hafta have friends ya know!"
There was no response from my dad so I continued.
"Look, we'll talk more when I get back. You need to know anything,
just give me a holler."
"Fine," he muttered.
I put the walkie-talkie on the ground by the tree. I started
unpacking the things I brought.
"That was easier than I thought it was gonna be," I said.
Matt just grunted in agreement as he started unpacking his backpack.
I grabbed a blanket I brought and spread it out over the bare area under
the tree. I unrolled our sleeping bags and set them beside the blanket. I
sat down and took my shoes and socks off. It felt good to rub my feet
against the chilling fabric of the sleeping bags.
"Come here Matt," I said -- seductively.
Matt perked up. He walked over to me and flopped down to his knees
in front of me. "What do you want?" he whispered.
I leaned forward and came within an inch from kissing him, but
didn't go any further.
"This!" I yelled as I quickly pushed him back and he went falling
back. I jumped on top of him, pinning him down -- my knees and legs
controlling the movement capabilities of his arms.
"Arg! Get off me you goof!" he bellowed playfully.
"I have you now. Now stop struggling," I ordered.
"No! I will not be your slave!" he grunted defiantly.
Oh yea? Is that so? Take this then." Without removing the
controlling constraints I had on him, I lifted my bottom off his stomach.
I slowly lifted my shirt and started feeling myself up. I inserted a
finger every now and then under my waistband and then eventually, in one
full swoop, I plunged my entire hand down the front of my jeans. I
purposely exaggerated the motions of jacking off. I moaned and groaned as
if I was immensely enjoying it. I was in fact, but I was enjoying the
teasing aspect.
Matt stopped struggling and watched. He started giggling.
"Having fun?" he muttered.
"No. Actually I'm not. I would much prefer if I had a slave to
order around."
"I'm not your slave!" he barked again, but his ferociousness was
tamed by his adorable giggle he couldn't hold back afterwards.
"I can make you my slave. I'll torture you until you concede."
I reached down and jabbed him fingers into his side. He immediately
started giggling and wiggling as wildly as possible. I stopped to give him
a breather, but started up again after only a few seconds. This time I
really jabbed deep, giving him one hell of a ride. He let out a loud yelp
of laughter. I let my torturous tickling continue on until he started
moaning he was going to piss in his pants. I had to stop because his face
was turning beet red.
"Give up yet? Will you obey my commands?"
He didn't respond as he panted from exhaustion. I took his silence
as a `no'. I reached under his shirt with my hands and started rubbing up
and down his chest. My exploring fingertips found his warm nipples. I
encircled them like prey. I planted both hands firmly on his shoulders. I
leaned forward and an inch from his nipples and blew gently on them. I
stuck out my tongue and tipped just the very tip of each one. I felt him
give a shutter underneath me.
"Give up yet?" I asked without raising my head.
"NEVAAR!"
"Fine! Be that way."
I moved my face from his chest to his face. I puckered up but
didn't kiss him. He tried lifting his head as far as he could to kiss me,
but he couldn't reach. He struggled to free himself. I got so close that
I started to blow lightly onto his mouth. I stuck my tongue out and barely
touched his lips. He moaned in agony.
I played `catch-my-lips' with him for another minute before I asked
him if he gives in. He refused to give in and be my slave.
I reached behind me and lifted his left leg in front of me. Matt
gave a moan -- from discomfort. I took his shoe and sock off leaving him
barefooted. I caught a whiff of his musky foot.
"Eww^Åyour foot stinks," I mocked.
"Shuddup!"
"Anyways -- back to your torturing. Since I can't seductively
torture you, maybe physical pain will beat you."
I held his leg tightly under my arm. I started twisting his toe and
he let out a grunt.
"Give in yet?" I asked.
"Never! In fact, I think you better give in," he replied.
Just then, he lifted his other leg and wrapped it across my chest
and flung me to the ground. He successfully countered my hold and before I
knew what had happened, he was on top of me, but his pin was not as
unbreakable. He attempted to hold my arms down but I rolled and he easily
fell off of me. I stumbled up and away from him.
He sat looking at me.
"Thought you had me huh? Nope, I'm too fast for ya!" I exclaimed.
"I will never be your slave. You know why?"
"Why?"
"Because you are my slave.
"Oh please!"
We mocked each other for a little bit longer before I suggested we
make a fire. I was starting to get hungry. It was still before five -- I
knew because Matt's parents hadn't hollered over the walkie-talkie yet.
"The sun won't be down for awhile, but we shouldn't wait until it's
dark to make a fire," I said.
"Yeah, good idea. We can roast the marshmallows then."
"You brought marshmallows?"
Matt giggled. "Of course. We're camping out aren't we?"
"Well, I've never been campin' before, so I don't know these
things."
"You've never been camping before?" Matt was shocked.
"No," I muttered.
"I have once with a friend. Back up in Canada. It was awhile ago
though. Don't remember a whole lot, but I remember roasting marshmallows."
"Matt? You here?"
"Shit! It's my dad," Matt stoked.
"Matt -- anyone?" the walkie-talkie repeated.
Matt clutched it in his hand, but didn't respond immediately.
"Is this thing working?"
"You better answer him," I suggested.
"Dad?" Matt finally spoke.
"Matt? Is that you?"
"Yes, it's me. I'm OK. Don't worry."
"Where are you at?" Mr. Ducker asked.
"Me and Will are hanging out together. Don't worry."
"Tell me where you are and I'll come get you."
"But I'm hangin' out with Will. We'll be fine."
"If you just wanted to be with your friend, all you had to do was
ask. Are you at his house?"
"No."
"Why are you doing this? Why are you running away?" His tone had
changed. He sounded frustrated and upset a little.
"I'm not running away!" Matt yelled. "Will is my boyfriend! You
won't let us see each other. I'm going insane not seeing him. We just
want to be together!" Matt started to crush the walkie-talkie so hard his
fingertips were starting to turn white.
"Stop!" I yelled as soon as he let go of the transmit button.
"You'll ruin everythin'. You can't let them know we're boyfriends.
Remember we were just gonna pretend to be fixed and they --"
"Crap, I'm sorry!" Matt begged.
"Did you say he was your boyfriend?"
"What do I say," Matt asked -- his eyes begging me to answer him.
"I dunno."
"Matt?" Mr. Ducker voice came from the walkie-talkie again.
"You better answer him though," I suggested. "Just say sum'in."
"Uhmm -- yes I did. He's my boyfriend," Matt said shyly. "I said
he's my boyfriend!" he repeated with defiance.
"OK -- so he's your -- your -- your guy friend. We really need to
talk about this. Come home and we'll talk this through."
"You got that right -- we need to talk about this. He's my best
friend and boyfriend and you aren't letting me --"
"Shhh" -- I grabbed his hand causing him to let go of the transmit
button.
"What?" Matt questioned.
"Just tell him you'll be home in the mornin' and ya'll can sort it
out then."
"OK. -- I'll be home in the morning. We'll talk then."
"Morning? You'll be home in the morning? Where are you at? Are
you safe?"
"I'm safe. Me and Will are safe -- please don't worry. If we need
anything we can call you up on the walkie-talkie. OK?"
"OK -- I'll call you later to check in. You keep the walkie-talkie
handy."
"OK -- later Dad."
Matt lowered the walkie-talkie and looked at me. He looked a bit
dumbfounded.
"That was a lot easier than I thought it was gonna be," Matt said.
"He didn't seem pissed at all."
"Yeah, I wish my dad acted like that. I'm getting' in serious
trouble and you're getting' a `talk'," I laughed.
"Oh, I'm sure I'm getting in trouble. Don't be fooled. He'll be
pissed when I get home -- just you wait."
"Well then we're both in trouble, but we're home free for now. This
is our day -- our night. I don't want to think about tomorrow. I just
want to think --"
"-- think about you," Matt finished then busted out in giggles.
"Then let's get this thing started. Go get some stuff to make fire
with, like small twigs and grass."
Matt set off to gather underbrush and small twigs. I used my shoe
like a shovel to clear out a small area for the fire. I set out to find
decently sized logs for the fire but only found two close by. I had to
improvise and break a few others off some deadening trees.
It took us a while to get a good sized fire going. But once it was,
it felt great. The sun was slowing dropping behind the trees and the air
was becoming brisk. Matt sat down and leaned into me and we both sat side
by side just watching the fire.
"Take your shoes off," I suggested.
Matt had put his one shoe back on to go gather fire equipment, but I
wanted them off now. I had been waiting to give him another foot massage.
As gross as it sounds when I think about it, it turns me on just to give
him one.
I twisted Matt toward me as I placed his feet in my lap.
"Just lay back and enjoy."
I started to rub up and down his feet -- really pressing my thumbs
deep. I twisted my fingers between each of his ten little toes, giving
each one special attention. When I reached the big toe of his left foot, I
lifted it up and lightly kissed it.
"I'm sorry I hurt you," I said to his big toe. "It was your silly
master who wouldn't give in to my reasonable demands. He is the cause of
your suffer." I kissed it again.
Matt giggled.
I moved from his feet and moved to his sexy legs. I gave each of
them their own special massage -- really getting deep in to his muscles.
"I can't believe how much I have missed touchin' you Matt. I love
your legs. They are sooo perfect and sexy."
Matt sat up and looked at me. My massage had made it up to his
smooth thighs when he scooted up -- placing both legs between over mine and
between my arms. He reached out and touched my on the cheek. He lightly
rubbed as my hands made their way beneath his shorts. Matt leaned forward
and put his lips on mine. We gently kissed before Matt went wild and
opened his mouth and inhaled, sucking and moaning -- his hands all over my
upper body.
"I'm so hungry," he moaned into my mouth, "for you."
I could only groan in agreement before diving back into the kiss as
our lips locked and our tongues dueled.
Matt took a hold of my hand and guided it toward his crotch --
crashing it into his hard dick. He used my hand to grind himself rather
violently. He started sucking even harder in my mouth as my tongue was
being pulled into his mouth. I felt like he was trying to eat it.
With his other hand, Matt started trying to get below my waistline.
His fingertips were probing down as far as they could reach, but he
couldn't get my button undone or my zipper down with only one hand. He
seemed like he was become frantically impatient.
"Stop," I said.
"Wha?" he grunted.
"Stop," I repeated. He continued to kiss me as I tried to speak.
"Slow down a little. We have all night."
"What?"
"I'm hungry too, but for food. Let's eat, then we can play all
night long."
Matt reluctantly agreed, despite being hungry himself.
We got out the food and cans of coke I brought. It was starting to
really get dark, so I threw two more logs on the fire to get it brighter.
Matt turned his flashlight on and aimed it at the large tree directly
behind us. That was the best way to get sufficient light from it. Matt
suggested we save the marshmallows for later right before we go to bed. I
agree since I figured I'd want dessert later.
We talked about our lives since we were split apart some three
months previously during our make shift dinner. Matt threw the empty
plastic bag into the fire and we enjoyed watching it burn so much he threw
in all the remaining trash from our dinner. The can of Chef Boyardee
didn't burn well, but it was fun to see it fizzle and smoke like a chimney
stack.
When Matt finished having fun with the fire, he moved close to me
and cuddled. He gave a loud belch from drinking his cokes really fast. We
giggled after he made a joke how he was going to make the fire bigger by
belching on it.
But I wasn't in a mood to be laughing. I was with the one person I
had been dying to be alone with for months. I wanted to have real fun and
his rubbing of my body was getting me hard quick. I never really went soft
from pre-dinner activities, but it now I was ready to let it out.
I started massaging his left thigh which was right up against my
thigh. I wasn't massaging for his pleasure though, I was aiming for my
goal -- his crotch. I slipped my hand down to his boxers and tugged on
them for a minute. Matt let out little giggles between his moans and
sighs. My fingertips slipped beneath them and found their prize -- the
pubic hair of his sweet crotch and the firmness of his hard dick and I gave
it a light squeeze. Matt moaned. He leaned into me and we kissed.
Matt broke the kiss and got up on his knees in front of me. I
pulled his shorts down exposing his raging cock -- his shirt falling down
on top of it. I lifted his shirt and Matt finished pulling it off.
Three months of agony exhaled from my lungs. I had my fully naked
Matt in front of me for the taking and he was ready to be had. I fondled
his smooth balls as my other hand explored his silky chest. I was teasing
him by not immediately attacking his dick. I could see it pulsating from
awaiting pleasure and sniffing the aroma of it.
"Lay down," I whispered as I guided him gently backwards. I
finished slipping his shorts and boxers off and removed my own shirt. I
bent down and kissed Matt again. I slide my hand down to touch his dick
and it shook in awe. I began to lightly stroke him and he moaned into my
mouth again.
"Get me off," Matt whimpered.
"I will, just gonna take my time."
I stood up and slide my jeans off and to his tease; I played with my
hard cock before taking my boxers off. I gave him a nice show before
letting my boxers fall to the ground. I straddled him and sat down on his
thighs. I ground my crotch into his and took both cocks into my hand and
gave them both slow deep strokes. I groaned in pleasure -- the feeling of
our raging hard-ons grinding into each other was exhilarating. My stomach
was twitching with nervousness. I had been waiting for so long and it felt
like I had never done this before. Matt's hands joined in the crotch
action. Our moans and groans soon grew silent -- replaced slurping from
our kissing.
I was enjoying this immensely, but I was no closer to getting off
than I was with my pants on. The rhythm was not playing with my dick in
the right motion so I removed my hand from our dicks and began to buck and
push hard into him. Matt kept his hand between us to keep the rhythmic
beat going. I raised my head and closed my eyes and I started pushing
harder and harder. There was a chilly breeze outside, but my body heat was
rising fast and thighs were beginning to glide easily with his from the
light sweat. Matt had his other hand on my back -- pulling -- almost
painfully hard. I soon felt myself creeping close.
Then I heard Matt give a very loud pleasurable groan that startled
me. I looked down and Matt's neck was jolted up -- his eyes rolled back
into his head. I instantly knew Matt had cum and it sent a shockwave
through my body, into my testicles and right out of my dick. I exploded
with fury and passion all over. My knees began to shake and I suddenly
didn't have the strength in my arms to hold me up any longer. I fell flat
on top of Matt, our warm juices splattering between us. I quickly rolled
off not intending to hurt Matt.
"Good God!" Matt panted.
"No -- shit," I said, still feeling a little light headed.
I couldn't get up, but I reached over next to me and fumbled through
Matt's backpack and found what I was looking for. I was shocked to find he
had a whole roll of paper towels.
I cleaned up the quickly cooling cum off my chest and handed the
roll to Matt. He was still panting. I looked over at him. He had his
eyes closed and his tongue was licking his lips feverishly.
"What?" I asked.
"Wow. It tastes -- weird."
"Huh?"
"Your -- your -- jizz. I like it. Taste weird but -- I dunno."
"You tasted my jizz?"
"Yup," he said.
"I shot you in the mouth?" I questioned.
"No. It splattered on my face when you fell down."
"Oh shit! I'm sorry!"
Matt giggled. "I said I liked it."
"Wait'a minute. How you know that wasn't your jizz?"
Matt's eyes grew disgusted. He quickly turned frightened.
"Gross!" he exclaimed.
I busted out in laughter from his reaction as he sat up and quickly
drank some remaining coke he had left.
"What does it matter?" I said. "It's just boy jizz. It all taste
the same."
"Oh and how do you know that?" he barked back.
"I dunno. Just figured it all did. And what does it matter? If
you like it if it comes from my dick but not yours? That makes no sense."
"I dunno -- it just doesn't seem right to taste my own. It just --
disgusting. That's all."
"I know how to find out if it's yours or not," I said as I rolled
over to lean on him. I pressed my lips up to his and kissed him deeply,
attempting to absorb the taste but I couldn't.
I grunted. "Yup, it's yours," I lied.
"Gross!" he exclaimed again. A moment of disgusting gestures from
Matt was broke when he looked at me. "Wait -- if you said all jizz tastes
the same, then how you know it's mine?"
I thought a second before answering, "Don't argue! Don't argue with
reason."
"You're the one who has no reason!" he claimed in triumph.
He pushed me off and quickly straddled me. He had his hands planted
firmly on my shoulders to hold me down. He had one knee on my lower left
arm, but couldn't trap my other. I put it on top of his silky thigh.
"You're a big fat --" he said as he lead forward and kissed me,
"liar."
"I am," I managed to say between kisses. "I can't -- believe how --
sweet you are sometimes. I can't get -- enough of kissing you."
"I'm sweet?" He busted out in a light giggled. "Speaking of sweet,
you want to roast marshmallows now?"
The sun was all but gone and the sky was not entirely black as
lingering sunlight was peaking over the horizon. We draped a blanket over
our back and cuddled close to the fire. We burnt the end of sticks to use
as skewers for roasting marshmallows. The first few were exceptionally
good. I had never had roasted marshmallows before, but I think the real
reason they tasted sweet was because of the situation and I was with the
one person I felt I couldn't live without.
After about six marshmallows, I couldn't eat anymore. They're good,
but it's not something I can eat many of at once, so I had to get a coke to
wash them down with -- my last one.
"I don't like warm coke really but I couldn't find a way to bring
ice."
"I don't mind warm coke. It's not bad."
"That's because you're use to it. I've grown up drinkin' everything
cold." I looked at Matt, our faces inches apart. "But it's not the only
thing I'm gonna drink warm tonight," I whispered.
Matt's eyes grew large. Then he let out a cute awkward giggle.
I pulled him closer to me. His hair was up against my cheek. He
brought another marshmallow from the fire and blew out the flames engulfing
it. I watched him closely as he stuck his tongue out to test the heat. He
slowly bit into it and it goo'd apart -- half of it sticking to the stick.
I saw him chewing. I could watch him all day if I had the time. I love
just watching him go about his life. I ran my hands through his dirty
blond hair and it was like feeling silk. It was the most natural feeling
I've ever felt before. I knew he didn't use hair sprays or moose's and I
could tell by how soft his hair was and I pulled him closer. I was losing
myself. I felt him chewing when I put my hand around his neck and I felt
him swallow.
He lifted his head to take a swig of coke and I used my hand to
brace the back of his head and the other one I instinctively placed on his
knee. Matt bit off the rest of the marshmallow and I raised my hand to
touch his chin -- to ride his motion of chewing. I spread my fingers
around his whole jaw and took in his soft texture. He looked at me; his
blue eyes looked directly at me. He was questioning what I was doing
without speaking the words and I didn't respond. My fingertips moved to
his lips -- both pressed firmly together in chewing movement.
I sniffed. I couldn't hold back any more. I let myself tear up. I
had missed him so much I hadn't realized how much I really loved him. I
felt hurt inside and I couldn't believe I was feeling this way. I pulled
him closer, even though it wasn't possible. We just stared into each other
eyes -- my fingertips still on his lip. He finished chewing and swallowed.
I could tell he wanted to take another gulp of coke, but he didn't break
our gaze. My nose felt stuffed up and my eyes began to water up and I felt
a tear roll down from my eye.
I could see Matt's eyes jump to that tear and follow it down my
cheek and he looked back at me and I broke into a large smile.
"You're crying?" he whispered. My hand finally fell from his face.
"I can't believe how much I^Å" I wiped a tear from my right eye.
"You can't believe how much you what?"
"^Åhow much I -- love you. I love you so much it hurts. I just
can't stop staring at you. You're so beautiful."
"Why are you -- crying," he said softly.
"I love you so much; I can't imagine losin' you again. I'm not
lettin' my dad keep us apart any longer. I -- love you. That's all. I
just love you."
"Don't cry. You're making me feel bad. I don't want you to cry."
"I'm fine. I just love you."
"I love you too Will," he whispered.
We both laid back and enjoyed the night sky. The sun was fully down
now and the moon and stars were shinning brightly. Matt had his head on my
upper arm snuggled tightly into my armpit. He had his left leg draped over
my legs -- the blanket covered us from the chest down. Matt's hand was
lightly brushing up and down my thigh. We were there a good half an hour
without saying a word -- just enjoying each other's company and being
together finally. My arm began to tingle as he had been laying on it so
long it started slowly started to go numb. I didn't want to move, but was
getting uncomfortable, so I just twitched and such, trying to relieve the
tingle..
Matt finally noticed and rolled over to lay askew on me. He flopped
his arm across my chest and dug his nose into my side. He gave my ribcage
a light kiss. Then he began grind himself into me. The feeling of his
hard dick pressing firmly into my hip drove me wild and I instantly became
aroused again.
I looked down at Matt; he was looking back at me. His lips were
pressed against my side and he nibbled-kissed his way up and was soon at my
nipple. He got up and sat down on my stomach. I felt my dick flapping
against his butt and he leaned down and kissed me. I completely lay still
and let him do what he wanted. After a minute, he whispered in my ear.
"Suck me off please."
Oh how romantic, but lay back down I replied
Matt flung the blanket off of us and maneuvered to the side of me
and fell directly back and put both hands behind his head and bent his
knees up. I rose up and saw the most beautiful sight I've ever laid my
eyes on. The shadowy figure of Matt lit only by fire and moonlight, spread
eagle with his hard cock pointing at the moon. He spread his legs as far
apart as he could. It was adorable watching him do this so I crawled over
him and kissed him again. I slowly kissed my way down his neck and onto
his chest where I was soon met with the taste of our previous ejaculations.
I spent extra time kissing his sweet belly because of its wonderful aroma.
I kissed my way down to his soft pubic hair and then finally his dick and
kissed it every so slightly. It was throbbing and I opened my kiss and
slowly took all of it into my mouth. Matt let out a loud groan and his
hands flew to my hair. He pushed down on my head and thirsted up with his
crotch. He did this so fast and hard it gagged me -- my tonsils were being
attacked.
Matt let up when he heard me gag and I felt him look at me even
though I never looked back at him. I got up off his dick for a moment
before taking it again. I indicated to Matt not to take it too fast -- I
wanted to take it slow and I went up and down on his dick for a minute
before I started jacking it with my hand. My other hand instinctively
pressed up against his balls and the sweet spot below. I took in the
wonderfully smooth textures of his crotch and my finger slid down and came
in contact with his warm hole. I felt Matt push back. I touched it with
care -- not pressing too hard, but just rubbing back and forth slightly.
Matt's bucking started up again, this time his pucker pushed with each
thrust.
Matt was fucking my face as my finger encountered friction from his
rear. Matt was silent since the first initial groan, but all of a sudden
he started giving deep moans I've never heard before. He gave two or three
-- then a fourth which coincided with his warm juice hitting my tongue. He
jolted three times but I only felt two squirts -- the second one much
smaller. His moaning didn't subside until his bucking stopped. I could
feel he was incredibly warm. I looked up at him without pulling off as it
was an incredible angle. I saw his head facing me, but his eyes were
closed and his mouth was open slightly panting. I slid off taking every
last drop of his tasty excretion and slide my finger out from between his
butt cheeks.
I raised my finger to my nose and sniffed it. The smell was exactly
what I was hoping it would be -- the sweaty musky odor of his ass and it
was the most amazingly strange smell I've ever come across, yet I loved it
like it was chocolate. I bent down and put my nose between his legs and
inhaled. His ass smelled wonderful as it was Matt's own unique fragrance
-- the cologne of his innocence.
I crawled up to lay next to Matt. His eyes were still closed but
his breathing had slowed some and I kissed him but he didn't respond. I
cuddled against him and wrapped my arm around him and squeezed tightly.
His cock was flat against his stomach now shrinking rapidly.
I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "You enjoy?"
Matt nodded his head, still not opening his eyes.
Finally Matt turned his head and looked at me. His soft blue eyes
bore into mine. I was still rock hard -- agony was setting in. I needed
to get off so I started to grind myself into his hip. He took notice and
twisted so our crotches meshed. I was lower down so my cock rubbed below
his. I felt his soft pubic hair brushing against my stomach. Matt lifted
his leg and draped it over my hip and he began to move in rhythm with me.
My dick was sliding effortlessly between his leg and nuts and sped up and
needed more pressure and friction so I reached behind him and grabbed his
ass. I pushed down hard, but my fingers slipped into his crack and it was
still warm and moist and I reached further and soon found my throbbing cock
and was grinding into Matt.
I soon found my mouth being attacked my Matt. He was helping me out
good and he reached around and grabbed my own ass and was pushing with me.
My pinky slipped right against Matt's pucker and with the bucking Matt was
doing, I felt my pinky slid in and stay. I was close to blowing my load
and then Matt moaned and it sent me over the edge and I gave one final push
and held still as Matt finished me off. He thrusted a few more times
before I lost it and I felt my own cum hit my hand.
We didn't move for a minute. Matt reached behind him and felt and
his hand was searching all around mine.
"You made quite a mess," he whispered. "You got my crotch all
covered with your --"
I giggled. "-- That's because you were that good."
We cleaned up and laid down together and snuggled close together. I
cradled Matt like a small child. By this time, it was really chilly
outside so I turned the flashlight off and stoked the fire -- adding two
more logs and it would be enough to last us the rest of the night. I
watched the night sky -- the moon and the stars. I contemplated what my
parents might do to me -- all the possible punishments ran through my head.
I saw Matt's eyes close briefly but open again. Eventually they closed and
didn't reopen. I kissed him lightly on the cheek before closing my own
eyes and drifting off.
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Coming March 10th -- Chapter Twenty-Nine: Revelation