This is a rewrite. I have edited and added some chapters from the original posting. I hope you enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 2
I'm on my way to Luke's with my heart in my throat. I keep replaying what he said in my head.
"I'll have to think of a way to repay you for my perfect game."
Did he really say that or did I just imagine it? I can't even breathe every time I replay it in my head. It can't be what I've been hoping and longing for. He must've meant something else. He's going to make me dinner: grilled chicken and brown rice, like we've been eating all the time since our workout regimen began. Hoo-ray. Maybe he'll do something stupid like give me a baseball with his autograph on it. "To Garrett. Best wishes. Luke Olson". I wouldn't put it past him. He thinks he's so funny... and he is. He cracks me up all the time. I finally crack a smile, and then I realize I've been gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles are turning white.
Oh man, we're going to be all alone. Of course, this is Wednesday, the night his mom volunteers at the shelter. We're binging Game of Thrones, but we promised her that we wouldn't watch any episodes without her. We'll have the rest of the afternoon and evening to ourselves.
Luke lives with his mom in an apartment. His parents are divorced and estranged. He doesn't have much contact with his dad. It never really seems to bother him, though.
I have to pull it together. It's just Luke. I'm hitting every green light, of course. I'll be to his street in no time. I need to clear my head... and I can't let myself stare and fantasize tonight. It has to be all about him and the perfect game.
I pull into his apartment parking lot. I just need to go get it over with and I can breathe again. As soon as I see what he's planned to do, everything will be fine and we can just hang out like usual. Still, I have a lump in my throat, my forehead is wet with sweat and my mouth is dry.
I knock on Luke's door and he answers in a few seconds. He's wearing his old Chicago Cubs t-shirt, gray sweat shorts and black no-show socks. I love that Cubs t-shirt. It's old and the seams in the shoulders are slightly ripped, revealing his tan delts. He looks amazing, as usual.
"Hey man," he mutters. He leans in to give me an awkward hug and I panic. We don't usually hug. I can't even remember the last time. After some awkward shifting and positioning, I'm able to pat him nervously on the shoulder a couple of times.
I try to get out a "hey", but all that escapes my dry mouth is a grunt. This is going SO well.
"Your face okay?" he asks, looking at my bandage. He strokes it lightly with his thumb, and my body crumbles. I try to scoot away from him without acting too weird.
"Ya, it's just a scrape. I put some Neosporin on it. It'll be fine in a few days. It doesn't hurt or anything." Somehow, I was able to get a few sentences out without stuttering.
"That's cool. You want somethin' to drink?" he asks as he turns from the door.
"Yeah, I'll take a bottle of water."
We sit down in his living room, drink our water and watch TV. Some stupid courtroom show with a loud judge is on. I don't feel like I can bring anything up, so I wait for him to talk. He isn't saying anything, either. I just keep drinking my water and take the occasional glance over at him... commercial time.
"That was pretty amazing out there today, huh?" he smiles. He sounds nervous, which makes me tense up even more.
"I'm not surprised. I knew it would happen sooner or later. You just needed to put it all together in one game." I'm amazed how nonchalant I sound.
"Well, I couldn't have done it without you," he says even quieter.
"Clearly." We both chuckle. That breaks the tension a little.
"Seriously... I had nothing left. If he woulda fouled that ball off or you wouldn't have caught it, I'd have pulled myself from the game."
"No, you wouldn't have."
"Yeah, you're right," he smiles adorably.
"I know you, dude." I smile and then have to turn away as I feel myself blush.
"So, are you ready for your present?" he asks with more confidence in his voice.
"Sure. Lay it on me." I yawn as I try to sound as uninterested as possible.
"I'm gonna give you a back rub. Get down on the floor."
Oh shit. I can't handle this at all.
"No, no, I'm fine.... You don't have to do that.... I feel fine," I stammer, feeling my face blush even more.
"I'm not taking 'no' for an answer." He really does sound serious. "Down on the floor."
My face must be fire-red by now. The only way to hide it is to get down on the floor and lie on my stomach. I can get through this. How do I avoid getting a boner? Maybe my nervousness will help. Hell, I'm sixteen. It's not like I can control it, especially around Luke. What is it that they say? Think of baseball. No, that's certainly not going to help in this situation. Maybe I should think of girls' softball. That might do the trick. I hear him squirt some kind of lotion into his hands. He climbs on top of me and sits on the back of my thighs.
The second his hands touch my back, I know I'm in big trouble. The problem won't be avoiding a boner. It'll be to keep from cumming on the carpet. His hands are so warm and creamy and sexy as they move around on my back. Just the knowledge that his hands are on my body is almost enough to bring me to orgasm. His movements are so slow and methodical, rubbing each of my muscle groups. He slips his hands down over my ribs and a jolt runs through my whole body. I'm very ticklish, and he knows that.
"Quit! That tickles!" I manage to gasp.
"Sorry man," he laughs.
He seems like he knows what he's doing. I've never heard him mentioning massaging before. Maybe he did some research. He keeps going, very firmly and very slowly... up to my shoulders and then all the way down to the top of my crack. My dick is so hard; I could probably do a push-up without using my arms. I try my best to stifle my moans by biting my lip and holding my breath, but every once in a while, one escapes in a low, soft, pleasure-filled sigh. I don't know when he's going to quit, but I don't think I can last much longer. I try to think of an excuse to get up... but now, I can hear him grunting and sighing, too. He lightly moves his hands back over my ribs, and another jolt shoots through my body.
"Uhh... Luke?" I manage to force out the words. He continues. From my ribs, he slides his hands under my chest and starts rubbing my pecs. The sensation causes me to arch my back. I can feel my dick throbbing. I collapse back to the floor. Is this really happening? His hands start to move down from my pecs towards my stomach. Suddenly, I feel his chest pressed up against my back and his chin on my left shoulder. Then, he lowers the rest of his body on top of me, nuzzles my earlobe with his nose and exhales right into my ear. Holy shit! I'm paralyzed and I can't breathe.
"Mmmmmm," he moans right in my ear as he settles in on top of me, continuing to rub his hands down my front. He creeps down to my abs, but the shock of his body on top of me makes me unable to do anything. Then I feel his hard-on poking me in the small of my back. My eyes shoot open. Finally, he kisses the back of my neck lightly a couple of times, and then slowly and wetly slurps the side of my neck with his tongue. This shocks me out of my paralysis and I'm finally able to call out.
"Shit, Luke!" I shout and then choke on the words, spitting onto the carpet. He jumps off of me and lifts himself up to sit back on the couch. I look over at him, and I can see that he has a huge hard-on with a big precum spot right at the knob of his bulge. I look up at his face to see him smiling at me. He wiggles his eyebrows as he looks down at my crotch. I look down to see that my dick has popped out of the waistband of my nylon gym shorts. I shake my head as I feel like I'm about to faint. I don't know what to say.
"You ASSHOLE!" is what I hear myself croak as I scramble to my feet. He continues to grin at me, staring straight into my eyes. I don't remember how I got on the couch, but suddenly I find myself sitting on his lap, straddling him, face to face. Our lips are just inches apart. He doesn't break his gaze and just looks up at me with that sexy smile. I feel like I've left my body. This can't be happening. I put both of my hands around his face and begin caressing his cheeks with my thumbs. I notice how hot his hair looks and indulge my fantasy of running my fingers through his hair. His hands are rubbing my sides, and back, then down to squeeze my ass. I can't stop doing what I'm doing. I'm in disbelief and I feel like I need to keep touching his face and hair to convince myself that this whole thing is really happening. Finally, he moves his hands up to the back of my neck and starts pulling me in.
"C'mon, man," he whispers as he brings my lips the final few inches to his open mouth. As our lips meet, his warm tongue enters my mouth and my body begins to quake. I turn my head to the side and press my mouth as far into his as it will go with an involuntary, deep moan. I wrap my arms around his body as tight as I can, and he quickly does the same. I can't help that my tongue is sloppily lapping at his mouth like a dog dying of thirst... it's like it has a mind of its own right now.
It feels SO good. Every part of my body is trembling with pleasure. I never want to break this lip- lock. I don't know how I could ever match this feeling of perfection. I'm in such deep concentration on the kiss that I finally realize that I've been thrusting my hips and humping him as we make out. With all that has built up in me from the massage, I know I'm about to pop... but there's no turning back now. I just let myself go and keep my mouth planted on his. It becomes harder and harder to maintain the kiss as I come closer to eruption. I finally jerk my head back and scream out with the first squirt.
"Ahh, yeah," Luke whispers as he switches to kissing my neck as more and more spurts shoot out of my dick. I feel like I have absolutely no control over my body for the first time in my life. I never knew that the difference between a real sexual release and jerking off could be so huge.
After what seems like a million squirts, I slowly release my embrace and roll to his side. I end up sitting on the couch next to him with my head craned back as I stare at the ceiling. I pant noisily as I try to refill my lungs with air. I feel embarrassed at what I just did, but I can't help but glance over at Luke to see what he's doing. I see him looking down at his Cubs t-shirt with his sexy smile, and I notice that his shirt is completely sprayed with my cum. Oh shit... I gushed it all over him! I must not have put my dick back in my shorts before I climbed on top of him.
"Wow! Get turned on much?" he laughs as he realizes that I see my handiwork.
"I guess that's why people do it naked." I say between deep breaths.
I wonder how long I was kissing him. It could've been a minute or it could've been an hour. It felt so good, so it was probably closer to a minute. I'll be able to stretch it out in my mind as I relive each millisecond every time I jerk off.
We're both silent for a while. Neither of us knows what to say, but we both keep trying to catch our breath. Finally, I can't stand it anymore.
"So, what the fuck?" I huff. It comes out a little more angrily than I had intended.
"What?" he asks innocently.
"What does this mean?"
"Uhh, I think it means we finally broke through the fear and the bullshit," he gives me the same smile as earlier.
"So, you're actually gay? This isn't some one-time 'thanks-for-making-the-catch' thing?"
"Yeah, I like dudes. I mean, I like you. I like you A LOT and I hope it's not just a one-time thing."
"Do you... like girls, too? Are you bi?" He smiles at me and shakes his head. "Holy SHIT! I had no idea. I always thought there was no chance you were gay."
"Duh, did you ever see me out fucking girls? I'm always with you, dummy."
"I just thought you didn't want the distraction from your training schedule."
"Dude!" He just laughs.
"So how long have you known... about me?" I ask.
"Pretty soon after we seriously started working out."
"Jesus, that's about when I figured it out for myself! Why did you wait so long? And why didn't you just TELL ME instead of torturing me with this back-rub bullshit?"
"I kinda like to see you squirm. It turns me on," he giggles. "But seriously, I was, ya know... scared. I love our friendship, and having you as my workout buddy is really helping me meet my goals. Our results are really showing and my pitching is only getting better. I've been afraid that by doing this, everything would change, or that I might lose you as a buddy." I try to process the information. None of it has ever occurred to me as a possibility.
"So why now?" I ask after a long pause.
"It was the way you looked at me after you made that catch today. You looked at me with such... ya know.... I could see in your eyes how happy you were that you made that catch for me. I could see that I was really missing out on something great by keeping things the way they were. Plus, I knew you'd never make a move, ya doof."
"Wow," is all I can say. I lean in for another kiss, but much softer and gentler this time. His lips are plump and yielding, but I can still feel the passion emanating from them. Again, I can't keep from working my fingers through his hair and around the back of his neck. I pull back to reach for my water bottle as I realize I'm dying of thirst.
"Hey, aren't you forgetting something?" he asks.
"What?"
"I'll give you a hint. It has something to do with your cum being all over me and mine being nowhere to be found." I look down at his Cubs shirt again and notice the pre spot on his shorts has gotten a lot bigger. I look back at his shirt and marvel at how all of that came out of me.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry! Some first time... I kiss you for a few seconds, cum all over you and roll off without a second thought." We laugh as we lock eyes.
"No worries, my man. Don't think of this as THE first time. We're going to have a lot of first times doing a lot of really awesome stuff. We'll just think back on this as the first time you jizzed all over my t-shirt." It's amazing how he can put me so at ease. He couldn't have said anything that would have made me feel better than that.
"Ok, well, I have an idea." I say. "Let's go put on our baseball unis."
He smiles and twitches his eyebrows.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If you'd like pictures (G-rated, of course!) of what I think Garrett and Luke look like, send me an email. I will be posting one chapter of this story every week, and I will be alternating with a new story in the Gay-Incest section called "Mason in the Center". Check it out if a love story between brothers is your thing. Also, check out my story, "We Have the Summer" in the Gay-Incest section, which was just completed! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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