Guy's Secret Chapter 7 July 20, 2000 ------------
Written by: Justin Case
Disclaimer: This story is written about gay love. It is graphic in nature, especially with sexual content. The story, while based on truth, is fiction. It is an idea conceived between the writer and his former editor. Any resemblance to real people, places, or activities is pure coincidence. This story is property of the writer. It is placed here for your education and enjoyment. However, if this material is illegal in your community because of its content and your age, you should consider leaving now.
Words from our author: Usually I stand here and say, "I will let the story speak for it self." Not this time. I was reading the story to review where we are, and I realized we have a discrepancy, Judge Walters, his name changed to Walker somewhere in chapter five. Let's keep it Walters.
Hey, I never said I was an editor. I need one though. I strive for excellence, not perfection.
Guy and Matty lay upon Matty's bed, naked under the comforter. The aroma of blooming roses, floated through the cool June night air. Guy looked to the ceiling, his right arm behind his head, his left holding Matty's hand. The moon was at three-quarters, so its silver beams lit the room. A summer breeze blew through the window; the curtains billowed into the room. You could hear the bullfrogs croaking at the pond, near the stone wall that lined the pasture.
"Matty, seriously, what do you think about our love?" Guy asked.
"Guy, I don't know a lot, but this I would stake my life on; I love you. Guy, I love you more than anything else. I didn't plan it, but there is a reason for everything. I know you love me too, I've known for sometime how we both felt." Matty rolled onto his side, and spoke into his lover's ear.
"Why do you think so many people hate our kind of love?" Guy asked his best friend.
"They are afraid of it; people hate what they fear." Matty said with conviction.
"We also, usually hate the truth. Did you ever notice when someone is totally honest, we don't like it?" Guy wondered out loud.
"Yeah, Mrs. Coxley, my life ed teacher says most of us live in some sort of denial." Matty responded.
"Matt, do you think we're normal?" Guy asked, in all seriousness.
"Well, buddy, I'll tell you one thing, for sure. I want to kiss you right now, and that feels as normal as I can get." Matty said, as he place his hand behind Guy's head and pulled it towards his own. He locked his lips onto Guy's.
Guy reached his arms around Matty; he pulled his lover close to his own body. He pushed his hips and legs into Matty's body. Both their cocks rubbed the other's, Guy was in bliss. Guy wanted to stay like that for a while. Their tongues licked at each other's, and their lips chewed on the other's. The kisses they exchanged, were more like little nibbles.
Matty reached his hands down Guy's sides; he focused his touch on his young lover's hips and buttocks. Matty massaged the smooth white globes of flesh in his hands. Their breathing became frantic and hard. They ground their pelvic bones against each other, while the two throbbing cocks pushed up and down on each other. Matty threw the comforter to the floor; he wanted the cool night air to tickle his skin. He ran his finger tips up and down Guy's back.
"Oh, Guy yes, this is normal for us." Matty said, he looked right into Guy's eyes.
"I love you Matty. I need you in my life. Please, never leave me." Guy begged his friend.
"Guy, I plan on being with you for life." Matty said, and then kissed Guy deep and hard on the lips.
Guy ran his hands up and down Matty's back. He chewed on his lover's ear, and licked his neck. Guy started to shift, so he could bring his head down Matty's torso. Matty held his hand on the back of Guy's head, and pushed it to his stomach. Guy kissed and caressed Matty's belly button with his mouth. He moved his lips to Matty's dick. He flicked his tongue around the engorged head of Matty's rock hard cock.
"Yeah, that's it suck it. Go slow, make it last. MMM, yeah." Matty said, as he exhaled a long breath.
Guy moved his mouth down onto the shaft; he wet it all over with his saliva. He worked his mouth on Matty's prick with precision. He grasped his hand around the base of the cock and worked it in unison with his mouth. He used his left hand to massage Matty's balls while he sucked the hard dick in his mouth.
"Yeah, that's it, Oh Guy, slower, MMM, yeah deeper, OOO yaa." Matty whispered into the night.
Matty began to twist around so his head was at Guy's manhood. He grabbed the cock and thrust his mouth onto it. He furiously groped and grasp at Guy's dick, while he moved his mouth up and down on it. He could feel his orgasm building, from the depths of his loins. He wanted to cum at the same time, with Guy. He wanted to cum at the exact time his lover did.
Guy could sense his own orgasm. He held it back; he pushed Matty's head away from his cock. Matty got more excited; he started working harder on the young hot cock in his mouth. Matty bucked his cock in and out of Guy's mouth. Matty pulled Guy into his mouth, with his hands firmly on Guy's ass.
Both boys came simultaneously. The two cocks burst their juices into the other's mouths. It was pure ecstasy for both. The two strong young bodies shuddered, as they climaxed. Guy willingly sucked every drop of cum from Matty's cock head, and Matty did the same from Guy's. Both boys lay in the bed, holding the other's ass and kissing each other's cocks.
"Oh, Matty, that was great. I love you." Guy said.
"I love you to Guy." Matty said, as he rolled away from Guy, so he could bring his head next to Guy's again.
The two boys lay in the bed side by side, both their heads looking to the ceiling. Only joined by their hands, which they lightly played finger tag with.
Matty finally rolled over to pick the comforter up off the floor; he then covered them with it again.
Guy feeling exhausted and spent, began to drift off to sleep. He held onto Matty's hand while he fell asleep. Matty rolled to his side and watched his lover sleep. He began feeling the strain of the day, and began to fall asleep himself.
Mean while, at the Walters' home, the judge sat in his library. This room was truly his domain, like the lion of Africa Chester marked his territory. The room was adorned with several of the justice's trophies. It was a shrine of sorts. Yes, the shrine of a self made man. He smoked one of his Cuban cigars, the room filled with smoke.
His eyes were burning holes in the document he was looking at; it was the last will and testament of Melvin Sugardale. He moved the large glass ashtray to the center of his desk, he pulled his lighter out of his shirt pocket.
"Will, I don't recall a will, no sir." The crooked judge said, as he lit his lighter.
He moved his hand with the lighter in it to the will. He placed the burning papers in the ashtray. He watched the fire before him intently. The will burned quickly, until there was nothing but ashes left. Just as the fire went out the phone rang.
"Judge Walters here." He said into the phone.
"Chester, its me, Tom Beck. We need to talk." Father Beck was saying into his own phone.
"Sure Father, anytime. What's the problem?" Walters asked.
"Not here, not now. Meet me at the Tavern for lunch, tomorrow after church." Father Beck said.
"This sounds serious. Is everything all right?" Chester asked the man of the cloth.
"I told you, not here. Meet me at noon tomorrow." Father said, as he clicked off.
Chester stared at the phone, as he set the receiver into its cradle. He wondered out loud, 'What could that little man want me for?' He stood up and began to pace the room. He contemplated his little plan, the one where he was going to take the Sugardale land, sell it and pocket the money.
He reached his hand to the phone; he picked it back up. He punched some numbers into the keys. He walked back around the desk and sat in his chair. He placed his feet on the desk.
"Yeah, its me. We have a problem. Woodman has to go." The judge said into the phone, then he hung it up.
Feeling quite content, he stood to leave his personal chambers. He pushed the chair in under the desk, and turned the desk lamp off. He looked around the room one last time, checking his inventory. He walked to the door, once more he glanced into the room before he turned off the overhead light and closed the door.
"Who was that honey?" Came Mrs. Walters voice, it startled the judge.
"Oh you mean the phone?" He asked his wife.
"Yes, who was on the phone?" She persisted.
"Father Beck, he wants to meet me for lunch tomorrow." Chester said to his wife.
"Oh, does that mean your going to church with me in the morning?" She inquired, with some hope in her voice.
"We'll see, I don't know. You know I hate church." Walters stated.
"I see, yes, I seem to remember you not liking church. Are you coming to bed now?" The wife asked her devious husband.
"Yes, I'll be right up. Let me check the doors. Why don't you get the bed warm?" He smiled and winked at her.
"Oh, tonight? I'll be waiting." Mrs. Walters said, with shear anticipation in her voice. She loved having sex, even if it was with the likes of her husband. He rarely allowed her the pleasure of his skin.
As the judge looked out the front door sidelight, he saw some shadows running across his lawn. 'What the hell', he thought.
I hope you liked it. I had fun writing it. Talk to you all soon. Write me if you like, Justin69SK@aol.com