Knots

Knots 16

Andy

Dillon and I spent Thursday and Friday after practice in his bedroom.  Our Friday sex was hot.  We didn't shower after practice.  Saved it for when we got to Dillon's.  He lathered me up, massaged my chest and abs, grabbed by ass cheeks, lathered them up, then ran his fingers up and down my crack.  All I could do was moan.  Without notice, he put his finger in my hole.  "Oh fuck," I panted.

He ran his finger in and out, then put two fingers in.  I'd put my own finger and a dildo in my ass, but it was never like that.  He moved his fingers in and out and made contact with my prostate and I thought I was going to cum on the spot.

"I've got to lick that sweet ass of yours," he said.  With that, he spread my cheeks, let the water rinse my hole, then licked my boy-hole.  I don't know what else to call it. 

"Ah.  Ah.  Fuck," I yelled amid moans and groans.  Between his tongue and the water running down my ass, I came without touching my cock. This has to be heaven, I thought.

He turned me toward him and kissed me hard.  I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in as tight as I could.  The passion in me was overwhelming.

He pulled away, stared into my eyes with those beautiful blue/gray eyes, smiled, and said, "It's my turn."

Having him lick my hole was one thing.  Licking his, didn't seem too appealing.  But I was getting hard again just pressing my body into his.  I've heard that "imitation is the sincerest form of flattery," so did exactly what he'd done.  I lathered his chest and abs, ran my hands over them longer than he'd done to me.  The hard ripples of his abs felt so good under my hands.  I smiled, thinking, His ass is going to be mine.  I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled his cock into my burgeoning member.  The cheeks were like breasts without nipples.  I squeezed them and didn't want to stop because they felt so good in my hands, but knew he wanted my tongue on his hole, so I turned him around so his ass faced me. What surprised me was that even though he was now a senior, he let me guide and lead him.  I washed between his cheeks, rinsed his hole, and then nibbled on his fine ass like they were breasts.  It was so so sweet. 

Soon it was the time of reckoning as I pulled his cheeks apart, stared at his beautiful shaved asshole, and began to lick.  I'm not sure what I was expecting, but this was man pussy.  I'd nibbled on a few real ones so acted like I knew what I was doing.  My cock was so hard and I was so hot, there wasn't anyway I was going to stop.  All the time, he's rubbing his cock and moaning.  He suddenly yelled, "Matt, you're awesome!"

I stopped.  "Did you say Matt?"

"Hell no.  I said, Andy, you're awesome."

Maybe he did. My dick was so hard and I was panting so loud while he gasped and moaned, I must have made a mistake.

He continued stroking his cock.  "Andy, I'm going to cum.  I'm going to cum."  His body tightened and his ass cheeks closed as he shot his load and yelled, "Oh fuck.  Fuck.  Shit.  You're awesome Andy." 

I jacked my member and came just behind him.

We both lay on the floor of the shower with the water running over us.  He pulled me to him and hugged me.  I laid my head on his chest and cried.  "Dillon no one else has ever made me feel this way.  I love you.  Do you love me?"

I felt him nod. 

"I want to hear you say it.  Say I love you."

He pulled me in tighter.  "What is love?  Do we really know, Andy?  I know I feel something special for you.  I think it's love."

I turned my head up to him as a tear rolled down my cheek.  "I love you, Dillon."

Looking back on that time now, I realize how vulnerable I was.  I'd never told any girls I loved them.  Yet, in four days I thought I loved Dillon Burke and that his "I think I love you," meant he did.             

Friday Night at Dillon's

Dillon and I were dressed and sitting in the living room watching TV when his parents came home with Chinese takeout for dinner.

His mom opened her fortune cookie.  "Dillon tells me he's helping you with football."

"Yeah, and he's a great teacher."

"What's he teaching you," Dillon's father asked.

Dillon looked at me and winked.

"How to read coverages, how to throw the ball to get distance, and things like that."

Dillon's dad got serious.  "I understand you broke your leg last season and lost your QB job."

"Yeah, my life fell apart.  Dillon's doing a lot to help me recover."

"Glad to hear that.  Dillon is good that way.  He's helped a few other boys now and then."

We sat in the living room with his parents for a short time after dinner until Dillon stood and asked to be excused. 

"Nice to meet you Andy," Dillon's dad said.

"Same here."

They nodded and we headed to Dillon's bedroom.  He walked over to his closet, pulled out a large red gym bag, and turned to me.  "It's a warm night and there's a full moon. Let's go to the pond."

"What's in the bag," I asked.

"You'll find out."

He threw the red gym bag into the back seat as we jumped into his BMW and were soon at the pond.  Dillon grabbed the red bag and pointed at it.  "I can tell you're curious what kind of magic's in here."

"I can only hope," I said with a big smile.

Dillon opened the bag when we got to the pond, pulled out a small blanket with our school mascot and logo on it, and laid it on the ground.  He smiled as he took off his clothes and his cock hung half hard.  Dillon's cock is nice; it's long enough and not too thick.  Makes it easy to suck.  If it was any bigger, I might get lockjaw.  He looked down as I scanned his whole body with the shadows of the trees and moon moving over it.

"Are you just going to stand there?" he asked.  "Get naked.  Or do you want me to do it for you.  I did, but didn't want to wait, so stripped and exposed my hard cock.

"Nice," he commented.  Then he squeezed it and I rushed to him like a dog in heat, hugged him, and pulled him close so I could feel his hard body next to mine.  It was always awesome no matter how many times I did it.  He was a little taller than me.  He lifted me up so I was on my tiptoes and our cocks ached beside each other.  He planted a deep hard tongue-lashing kiss on me.  I slipped my tongue into his warm mouth with as much passion as I could, but it didn't seem like enough.  Then, holding me like that, he pulled me into the water.  Our bodies became slick and weightless so I could move up and down on him and feel the smoothness of his body as we wrestled.  My cock was hungry.  He pulled me close and held on to my ass cheeks before sliding his fingers up and down my pucker.  I let out another what the fuck in my head as I moaned.  His finger against my hole made me tingle.  I shivered as his finger entered the opening of my love canal.  I moaned.  "Dillon.  Dillon, that feels so good.  I don't ever want it to stop." 

My eyes rolled back in my head.  He put a second finger in.  It was awesome. I remember thinking how strange it was that we'd just done the same thing after school, and it felt just as good as it did in the shower, maybe better because we were in the pond and outside.  That's what's wonderful about sex, it never gets boring.  Well, at least so far.  

Then he pulled his fingers out and I felt an emptiness return everywhere in my body.  Dillon grabbed my hand and led me out of the water.

"Andy, I want to fuck you."

You might be surprised, but I'd only been thinking about sucking cock and balls and licking everywhere.  I'm gay so don't know what I was thinking.  One finger and maybe two was okay, but a dick in my ass. Suddenly I had some doubts.

"You'll love it.  It'll complete us.  Make us one.  I'll go slow.  Just let me know when it hurts."

"Isn't it going to hurt as soon as your dick pushes against my asshole?"

"You'll see," is all he said.

My dick went limp as we moved over and laid on the blanket.

"Let me help you with that," he said.

He began sucking on my cock and licking my balls.  Soon my cock was up and my mouth hungered for him.  He must have known because he moved up and gave me a long deep kiss as he moved his fingers to my asshole, rubbed them over my pucker, and again stuck his finger in as I moaned through our kiss. 

"Oh God," I whimpered.

He reached into his gym bag and pulled out a condom and some lube.  He gave me another one of those Dillon smiles.  "I came prepared."

 "I'm not sure we should do this.  I don't think I'm ready."

"Oh, you're ready.  You just don't know it yet.  You like that finger in your ass?"

"Yeah, but a cock is fucking different."

"Well, the fucking part is right."

He ignored my protests, put on the condom and lathered it with lube before sticking a nice amount in my ass. 

"Shit that feels good," I said.

"That's nothing.  Just wait."

He rolled me on my back so we could look at each other as he moved in between my legs with his cock ready to penetrate my virgin hole.  We're both breathing hard and I was scared.  He looked like he'd done this many times before.

"Am I your first?" I asked.

"You're my first, Andy.  I love you.  I want us to become one and when my cock is in your ass, you'll feel that oneness like you never felt it before."

"So how come you seem to know all about this stuff.  You know, coming prepared with lube and condoms."

"You've heard of the Internet, haven't you?"

I nodded.

"That's how.  Now get ready for the best fucking you've ever had.  A girl will never be able to put a cock in  your ass."

He was right on that count. "But you're cock is pretty long."

He looked down at my face while he held his cock, preparing for entry into my own waiting hole, which hungered for his cock, while at the same time, trembled with fear.

"Don't worry Andy.  We'll take it slow and easy.

"Okay.  Slow and easy."

He pressed the tip of his cock into the pucker of my ass and started to push.  I resisted.

"Relax your asshole and let me do the rest."

I relaxed and the tip of his cock suddenly burst past the opening of my hole.  I felt a sudden blast of pleasure.  "Oooo," I moaned.

"You like that?"

"Yeah.  Wasn't what I expected."

He bent over, gave me a deep tonguing, then bit and sucked my nipples.  My cock had started to shrink when his cock first hit my hole, but it was on the move again.

"He knelt with his back straight.  He looked down into my face.  "This might hurt, so we'll take it slow."

I nodded and he began to push, and as he did, I thought my asshole was going to rip apart.  "Shit.  Stop.  Stop.  Pull out."

"Relax Andy.  I'm going to park it in your ass for awhile and let  you get used to it."

He stopped moving, looked into my face, and talked to me.  "I love you Andy.  I've never felt like this about anyone before."

"I love you too, Dillon.  Please fuck me.

Like he said, he parked his cock in my ass.  I couldn't help but picture his cock pulling into a parking space at the mall.

The pain left.  All I felt was his presence in me.  "Are you ready?" he asked.

I let out a squeamish, "I think so...But isn't it supposed to feel better than this?"

"It will.  Just wait," he said as he began to push again.

Again, I felt the hard stretching of my asshole.  He looked at me and saw the pained expression on my face and parked his cock in my ass again.   

I smiled up at him.  "Parking will cost you a hot wet kiss."

He bent over, kissed my nipples, kissed me around the mouth, licked my lips and then kissed me hard.  Our tongues wrapped around each other.  Between the kiss and the cock in my ass, I wasn't sure I could keep from cumming.

 How much more," I asked.

"Not much.  We're almost there."

And for some unknown reason, he pulled his dick out of my ass and laughed at me as he grabbed the lube, and spread more of it on his cock.  He slipped it back in and it easily went as far as before.  He pushed again.  It hurt at first, but then it slid right in like there was a huge opening in my asshole waiting for his cock.

"I'm up to my pubes and your ass feel so hot," he murmured.

"Thank God.  I thought my ass was going to blow open."

That made him laugh.  "My cock can do that to a guy, can't it?"

I nodded and savored the full feeling of having his whole cock in me.  The emptiness I'd been feeling for so long was filled.  I'd never thought of the emptiness being in my asshole, but in my heart and in the center of my being.  But maybe it was having his cock pressing into what now felt like the center of my being, that made me feel whole.  Maybe it was just my prostate.  But whatever it was, I felt whole and like he said, "Complete and one with him."

He pulled back a little.  "Are you okay?"

I nodded.  He pushed in again, then pulled back and soon was fucking me slowly as I got used to that beautiful cock ramming in and out of my ass. 

"Of fuck," I yelled.  "Fuck.  That feels so good.  Go faster."

He sped up and the feeling was pure and deep inside me, filling me and then emptying me as he plunged in and out, in and out.  I came for the first time without jacking off in the shower earlier, and now it happened again. My cock burst with cum as Dillon smiled down on my throbbing cock.  "I told you you'd love it," he gasped between his thrusts.

No sooner had I come than Dillon's dick started pulsating in my ass and I could feel the warm sperm fill the condom.  All I could think of was that I wanted him to cum in my ass. 

"Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah.  Fuck, Andy," he gaspted.  "You're so hot.  I've never had an orgasm like this.  I love you Andy."

I looked at his face in the moonlight.  He looked like he was having a beatific vision.  He was so beautiful.  I felt a satisfaction I'd never felt before.  The world was perfect.  "I love you too, Dillon.  And now I want you to fuck me again.  In fact I want you to fuck me again and again and again."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the water.  We thrashed around cleaning ourselves before climbing out, and laying on the blanket as he fucked me two more times.  I truly had my brains fucked out.

It was almost midnight by time we finished.  The night was warm.  A smile was on my face as we drove back to my house with the top down and the wind blowing through our hair.  I had never experienced anything like that.  But despite that,  something was nagging at me.  Had I tied another one of those knots Matt likes to talk about.  If so, despite the awesome pleasure and the love I felt for Dillon, there was just a little something that made me feel like the knot was being pulled tight.

Matt

            I don't know what's wrong with Andy since spring football started and he hooked up with Dillon Burke.  I talked to him about going out to the swimming hole after practice and swimming nude again..  He gave me a strange look, shrugged, and said,  "Sorry, I'm busy.

            I want our old friendship back.  Seems like we're heading in different directions.  I don't care what he does on his dates or with Dillon.  That's between them.  But I keep asking myself what happened to those days when we went skinny dipping, raced home on our bikes, went to dances, made fun about practicing his kissing the mirror, me leaving him in the pond without his swim suit, and just having fun?   We had so much fun and so many laughs.  It's not the same anymore. 

            It's like Andy's possessed by Dillon Burke.  Dillon has a reputation as a ladies man.  Still, I don't know why a guy who's going to be a senior would want to hang with a an incoming sophomore.  Seems like Andy's been living his whole life in a few months.  I'm horny all the time and jack off sometimes three or four times a day.  My mind won't focus.  My cock gets hard and I just want to get off.  I've tried thinking about fucking some girl or even having sex with Andy, but I still can't focus.  All I can focus on is my dick.  I'd like to get my hands on some porn, but my parents put some kind of software on the computer so I can't get into anything.  Sometimes, I just think my life sucks.  But as much as sex and beating off is on my mind, Andy is consumed by it.  Like he's being burned alive.  Like he said, fucking is on his mind all the time.  Guess that's the difference.  I'm thinking about jacking off and he's thinking about fucking.  He has real images and I have none.  Maybe my life does suck.

Friday Night

            I asked Andy if he wanted to go to the show and for pizza with Ernie, Allan, and me on Friday night.  He said he was having dinner with Dillon's parents.

            Ernie, Allan and I met at the theater to see the show and then went out for pizza.  We were talking about spring football when Gina and Emily walked in without dates.

            I jumped up and ran to them.  "Want to join us?"  I might have appeared too anxious.

            They smiled, looked towards the table, and headed over with me following.  "Hey boys," Emily said.  "Can you believe it?  Summer's almost here."

            "And we're going to be big time sophomores," Gina added

            Allan scooted over to make room.  "Where you two been?"

"Noisy, aren't you," Emily said.

"Just making small talk.  If you don't want to tell, then don't"

            Emily glanced at Allan's long skinny arms and then into his eyes before running her gaze up and down his tall thin body.  I think she might like him.  He's sure no Andy.  He's the tallest thinnest guy in the class.  He's filled out a little since last summer and to all our surprise was our star receiver.  Emily moved in closer to him.  He didn't move. 

            Gail Johnson, a junior, came to take their order.  We all looked at each other before Gina said, "How `bout a combination?" 

            We nodded as Gail wrote the order.  "Drinks?"

            We gave her our drink orders.  Gail hit the pad with her pen, smiled, and said,  "It'll be out in about fifteen minutes." 

            She strutted off with her ass saying, "Give it to me baby."  Well, that's what was going through my mind like I'd even do anything about it.

            "What are you staring at, Matt," Gina asked.

            "Oh nothing.  Just thinking."

            "Yeah sure."

            "I was."

            "If you say so," she said.  "You guys ready for football season?"

            "Hell no," Ernie said.  "We can wait.  We love football, but practice is hell.  Spring football is enough for now."

            "Sorry.  Thought you loved it."

            I smiled and nudged Gina.  "What we like is being out on the field in tight pants and the girls staring at our butts."  Sometimes I say the stupidest things.

            "We don't stare at your butts."

            Emily nudged Allan's butt with hers.  "Maybe you don't, but I do."

            Allan rubbed his butt against Emily's.  "I think I'll wear a size smaller this year."

            Ernie's eyes glazed over.  "I wish some girl would admire my butt."

            I patted him on the arm.  "Poor Ernie, there's no girl to look at his big butt."

            "Hey, my butt's smaller.  Remember what I was like last summer?"

            Gina grinned.  "I remember that shy heavy guy who came over to say hello when Matt, Andy, Emily, and I came here before our date.  We weren't very nice.  I felt bad."

            "You came over to meet my parents.  I never told you, but that was the thing that gave me courage to go out for football.  I always felt inferior.  I guess I was kind of a dork."

            "Still are," I said.

            Gina gave me a dirty look.

            "Maybe so, but now I'm a football playing dork and if you don't watch it, Matt, I'm going to let you get sacked every other play this year."

            "Okay, you're not a dork."

            Emily reached out and grabbed Ernie's hand.  "We need to find you a girl. I've got someone in mind."

            Ernie pulled his hand away.  "I suppose she's really nice and sews her own clothes."

            Emily grabbed it again.  "Yes, but she's also a cheerleader."

            He pulled his hand away again.  "No cheerleader is going to want to go out with me."

            Emily grabbed his hand again.  He tried to pull away, but she wouldn't let go.  "She asked about you."

            He quit resisting.  "Me?"

            "Yeah, you."

            "Who?"

            "Carmen Martinez."

            "Really?  I've had my eye on her.  Maybe she noticed?"

            Emily let go of Ernie's hand.  "If you've had your eye on her, why haven't you asked her out?"

            "Figured she'd turn me down."

            Gina shook her head.  "You guys are such cowards.  Seems like we always have to make the first moves."

            "Now hold it," I said.

            Gina rolled her eyes.  "Seems like I asked you out first.  Remember?"

            "How could I forget?  I still remember you and Emily coming by while Andy and I were mowing lawns.  You touched my sweaty chest.  Really turned me on."

            She punched me in the shoulder.  "That was the first time I ever touched a guy's bare skin."

            "You mean you've done it a lot since?"

            She shook her head and pursed her lips.  "I didn't mean it that way."

            "I think a lot of girls have touched Andy's chest and a lot of other parts of his body since," Emily said.  "Everyone's talking about him.  He's got quite the reputation.  Hard to believe he's the same shy guy from last summer.  I hear he's sleeping with every girl he goes out with."    

            "Does that mean you?" Allan asked.

            Emily moved away from Allan and glanced at me and Gina. 

            "Just joking," he said as he slid next to her. 

            Emily didn't move.  "I kinda felt sorry for him after he got hurt, but he's changed.  Never seems to have time for any of us."

            "I asked him to come with us tonight," I said, "but he said Dillon's parents invited him over for dinner."

            "What's with this Dillon, anyway," Emily asked.  "Think they're gay?"

            Everyone laughed.  Ernie opened his mouth in shock.  "Andy and Dillon?  Never."

            "There's a rumor going around that their pimping some of the girls at school."

            "Like who?" I asked.

            "I wish I knew," Allan said.

            Emily moved away again and Allan looked helpless.  "Can't you take a joke?"

            "It's not funny.  This is serious business."

            Gina moved in closer to me.  "They're only rumors.  I doubt any of it's true.  But they make what Shakespeare would call, strange bedfellows."

            "So you think they're gay?" Ernie asked.

            "That's not how Shakespeare meant it," Gina said.

            I turned toward her.  "So what does it mean?"

             "Don't you remember?  It comes from a quote in Shakespeare's The Tempest.  It's something like this, `misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.'  There's a terrible storm and a man is killed by lightening and the survivor lays down with the dead body by crawling inside his garment which he uses as bed clothing to wait out the storm." 

            Everyone looked at her like she was crazy.  She continued.  "Today it means unexpected partners, and you'll have to agree, those two are unexpected partners."

            I put my arm around Gina shoulders.  "I'm impressed.  Must be why you get straight A's.  And you're right.  They are strange bedfellows.  I wish I knew what they're up too.  Andy's changed since we started spring football.  He doesn't want to do anything with me.  He seems distracted."

            "It's all my fault," Emily said.

            Allan put his arm around Emily's shoulders.  "Now it comes out."

            "When we went out the first time I was kind of a tease. I led him on.  He quit asking me out.  It was like he was this shy guy who changed just like that.  It surprised me and scared me a little."

            Gina and I spoke at the same time.  "It's not your fault."

            "I'm his best friend and it wasn't you.  Like a lot of guys, he was always talking about sex and his hot body, but down deep, I think he lacked confidence.  Then the football injury stole what he had left.  He hasn't been the same since.  He's been looking for something, but can't seem to find it.  I've tried to be there for him, but nothing helps."

            Gail Johnson, set the pizza in the middle of the table.  "Eat well my friends."  She winked at Ernie who casually rocked back in his seat like he'd been shot in the head.

            "Did you see that?"

            I pointed my index finger like I had a gun.  "Ernie, now you have two girls interested in you.  You're putting us to shame."

            Ernie grinned from ear to ear.  "I'm sure it's my butt."

            Everyone laughed.  "I'm sure it is," I said.  "Can't miss it."

            "Let's get off this butt talk," Emily said. "We don't actually look at your butts.  I want to hear more about Andy from Matt Spence, teenage psychiatrist."

            Everyone reached in and grabbed a slice of pizza.

            I took a bite of pizza and swallowed.  "Guys want sex.  That's it.  Has nothing to do with psychology."

            "And girls don't want sex," Allan asked.  The table went silent.  "Did I say something wrong?"

            Gina broke the silence.  "Depends on the girl, but like they say, the safest sex is no sex."

            "No fun in that," Ernie commented.

            I rapped my hands on the table.  "Fun is what you make it.  We're having fun aren't we?  How `bout going bowling?"

            Allan nodded.  "Doesn't sound as fun as sex."

            Emily turned to him.  "How would you know?  Ever had sex?"

            "No, but I'd like too."

            "So would I when the time is right," I said.  "Fifteen's too young.  As much as I hate to admit it, we're still kids." 

            Gina nodded.  "I think Dr. Matt Spence has it right.  We're teenagers and want to be adults.  We're trying to find our way.  It's hard sometimes.  But it's life.  It's part of being a teenager and a human being.  Self-satisfaction will never come from sex.  Enjoyment and fun maybe, but not self-satisfaction because even dogs have sex.   Self-satisfaction comes from who we are and the things we do that make us feel good about ourselves."

            I put my arm around Gina's shoulders again and gently pulled her back and forth.  "Thank you Reverend Gina Lockhart for that commentary.  First you educate us on Shakespeare's strange bedfellows and now you tell us about self-satisfaction."

            Gina ducked out from under my arm.  "Don't make fun.  I'm fortunate, my parents talked to me about sex.

            Allan looked surprised.  "You're right Gina.  My parents have never talked to me about sex.  Anything I'm going to learn, I'll have to learn on my own, just like Andy.  Of course, you and I could learn together."

            Emily poked him in the ribs with her elbow.  "My parents are too embarrassed.  But the one thing I know for sure is we're too young and there are many ways to learn about sex, some good and some bad.  I think guys know more about their bodies than girls do.  Maybe that's why they seem more obsessed with sex than girls.  Thank God for sex ed.  Otherwise the only place would be off the Internet."

            "So you've been watching porn?" Ernie asked.

            Allan looked up at the ceiling.  "I've heard of a few girls in our school who think a lot about sex."

            Emily winked at Allan.  "Maybe you should find one."

            "No, I'm happy right here with you, Emily."

            "Good.  Same here. 

            My parents have the computer blocked," I said.  "They set the computer up so I can only search non-porn sites.  I don't even have a computer in my room.  We have a couple computers, but they're where my parents can walk by and see what I'm doing."

            "Gina glanced at the clock and then at Emily.  "Poor Matt.  Anyway, sorry guys, we gotta go."

            I pouted.  "You can't go.  We're going bowling."

            "Oh, that's right.  Gina pulled out her cell.  "Mom, I'm with Matt, Allan, Emily, and Ernie.  They want to go bowling.  Is that okay?..Yes, I'll be home by 10:30.  Oh, give Em's mom a call would you?  Thanks."

Andy

            Matt and I mowed lawns as usual on Saturday.  My love canal was a little raw.

            "I'm glad to see you're not a hermit," Matt said.  "I was getting concerned.  You haven't wanted to do anything since spring ball started..  Summer's almost here and I want to do all the things we did last year."

            I shook my head and smiled.  "The girls are keeping me pretty busy."

            "Seems like it's Dillon who's keeping you busy.  Are you guys having sex?"

            "Fuck you Matt.  You're the only guy I'd have sex with.  Dillon's a great guy.  We have a lot in common.  He's a ladies man too."

            "Why would a junior want to hang out with a freshman.  It'd be like me hanging out with a 6th grader."

            I rolled the lawnmower off the dolly and started the engine.  Matt tried to talk, but I ignored him.  Matt gave me a pissed off look, reached over, and turned the engine off.  "You can't just ignore me.  We're best friends.  Best friends share everything with each other.  What's going on?"

            I shoved Matt.  "Nothing's going on.  Butt out."

            "I know you.  Something's not right.  You never want to do anything anymore.  Something's up.  I was willing to forget your 12 step seduction and now I'm wondering if you're having sex with Dillon."

            "Hell no.  My seduction was just a weak moment because I have feelings for you."

            "I have feelings for you too, but not those kinds of feelings."

            I sat on the grass.  Matt sat across from me.  "I know I tried to seduce you, and I'm sorry.  I should have known better, but I thought maybe you felt the same."

            "What do you mean the same?  I love you Andy.  You're my best friend.  But I don't want to have sex with you."

            I grinned.  "You're a fool.  Everyone's having sex and you're stunted.  Do you really think there's a virgin in your future?"

            Matt grabbed some grass in his hand and dropped it.  "Uh. Uh.  Not everyone is having sex.  You made me feel like something's wrong with me, so I checked  the Internet.  Less than half of the students between 15 and 19 have sex.  Thirty three percent of 15 year olds have sex.  So you're really in the minority, although that seems like a lot.  What you do is up to you.  I'm still your friend no matter what.  I have a life. Allan, Ernie, and I have been doing a lot together.  How do you think all this is going to affect your football?"

            I shrugged.  "It's not.  It's temporary."

            Matt grinned.  "Bet I keep the QB job."

            I surprised myself when I said, "You can have it.  I don't care anymore."

            Matt gently tackled me to the ground.  "What do you mean you don't care anymore.  I want you to fight me for it."

            I rolled Matt on his back and sat on him.  "I'll take the halfback job."  I stared down at Matt and smiled.  "You're in my power now," I said as I thought of Dillon staring down at me with his cock in my ass.

            Matt rolled over and I went to the ground.  He sat on me.  "No, I have you." 

            I tried to roll out, but Matt was too heavy.  He smiled down at me.  "Guess all that sex is wearing you out.  I don't think you could have beat me out for the QB job anyway."

            Matt grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the ground.   I struggled.  "Get off me."

            "I thought you might like the physical contact."

            "Fuck you, Matt."

            Matt laughed.  "Normally, I wouldn't take those words seriously, but now I wonder."

            I wasn't sure if I should laugh or break loose and hit Matt in the mouth.  I laughed.  "You're obviously my best friend.  No one else would say something like that after I tried to seduce them.  I love you Matt."

            "I love you too Andy."

            I tried to get loose again.  "Good, how `bout a kiss?"

            Matt jumped up and pointed at his butt.  "Yeah Andy.  You can kiss my ass."

            I put my foot on Matt's butt and pushed him.  "That's as close as you're going to get to having me kiss your ass?"

            "How `bout if my ass was on top of my shoulders?"

            "Well, I might do it then.  In fact, now that I look more closely, I think your ass is on top of your shoulders.  Do you still want me to kiss your ass."

            Matt smiled.  "Nah, let's finish the job.  Allan, Ernie, and I are getting together to throw the football around.  Why don't you join us?"

            "Can't, Dillon's coming over."

            "Bring him.  We won't mind having an old man join us."

            Andy looked offended.  "He's only a couple years older than us."

            "Maybe so, but haven't you wondered why a soon-to-be-senior would want to hang with a soon-t- be-sophomore?"

            I plopped my butt on the lawnmower cart.  "We have a lot in common; we're both ladies men."

            "You mean there aren't any ladies men in the senior class?"

            "Why do you always do this.  You make me feel inferior, like there's something wrong with me.  Can't an older guy just like me for who I am?"

            "Yeah, if that's why he likes you."

            I got up and shoved Matt.  "What are you implying?"

            Matt turned toward me, ready to push back.  "I'm not implying anything.  It doesn't seem right.  What do you think I'm implying?"

            I lowered my head and mumbled. "Nothing."

            "Why don't you call Dillon and tell him you're going to play a little ball with us?"

            I knew the answer.  There wasn't any way I was going to go out and play a little ball when Dillon and I were getting together to suck and fuck and lick our way to heaven. 

            Matt turned to me as I grabbed hold of the starter coil.  "If you change your mind, let me know."

            The lawnmower started as I said, "Okay,"  but I don't think Matt heard me.

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This is a pretty long chapter.  Lisa edit this chapter for me.

I'm embarrassed to admit this, but I watch The Young and the Restless five days a week.  I originally started watching it because I wanted to find out what they do to make people come back every day.  Now I'm hooked.

Anyway, there was a great quote that I wanted to use, but it was never the right time.  This might not be the right time either, but I'm sharing it anyway because I figure you might like it as much as I do.

Character 1:  "Love makes us do strange things doesn't it?"

Character 2:  "No, we do strange things and call it love."

Couldn't resist sharing it.

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