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"Summer Breeze"
By
David Spowart
Edited by
J Matlock
Year 2002...
Matt and Chase had been good friends for almost four years before things changed. Sitting in his dorm room, Chase began to realize he had more than a passing fondness for Matt; and he had for quite a while. His late night dreams and his jack off sessions always involved scenarios of him and Matt playing through his young mind..
"How's the love life?" Matt asked, as they watched the game and taking a pull on his beer.
"Non-existent, thanks" Chase replied, before taking a pull on his beer.
"Bitch won't put out?" Matt asked.
"Catholic girl, daddy wouldn't approve" he replied, with a hint of regret.
The beer flowed and the talk became more carnal. A joint was retrieved from his hidden stash, and Chase took a long drag on the thing.
"Whoa, easy there, bud" Matt cautioned.
After the second joint and 7th 8th or 9th beer, Chase had enough Dutch courage to make a move. He just talked to Matt about nothing in general while he moved his hand up his leg. Matt just looked at him, his buzz in full bloom and his dick responding in kind.
"Chase, what the fuck are you doing, man?" he asked. As Chase's hand snaked further up his leg, his dick twitched, Chase's anticipation rising.
"It's turning you on" Chase replied.
"Fuck, Chase stop, for fuck sake, stop" he yelled and stood up, and Chase's hand fell from the inside of his thigh.
"Shit, sorry, I thought you would like it" replied Chase, and stood up, then sat back down on the sofa. Matt kept looking at him, and looked totally bewildered.
"Why the fuck would you think I would like to be felt up by a guy?" he asked, demanding an answer.
"Drunk, high...I don't know...I just thought" he replied.
"You wanted to grab my junk. I saw the look in your eyes, Chase, don't fucking deny it" he yelled, and Chase cowered back a little his knees raised and his arms wrapped around them.
Matt, still a little pissed, decided to push a little harder; his high and his buzz contributing to the event at hand.
He walked over and stood in front of Chase and tried to see how far his buddy would go. He had tried to grab his dick, until he stopped his movements.
"Go on, you wanted it, take it" Matt instructed. Chases' eyes lowered to Matt's crotch; he was still turned on.
He closed his eyes and reached over and squeezed his friend's dick. Matt moaned and pressed into Chases' hand.
"Take it out and fucking suck it" he demanded, and sounded a little angry as he said it. Chase pulled down the zipper and pulled out the erect length, and Matt grabbed the back of his head and forced his dick between his friend's lips.
"Yeah, fucking take it, you like dick...fuck, how had I missed that?" Matt moaned, as he fucked hard into Chases' mouth, before shooting a thick, heavy load, into his throat.
"Fuck, now get the fuck out" He added, dropping back onto his bed.
"Err, what?" asked a confused Chase.
"You heard, don't bother coming back; and, Chase... this never fucking happened...hear me?" he said with menace to his words.
"You don't want me to come back?" Chase asked. He felt crushed.
"No, I don't want you in my life. You see me in the halls, you keep on walking...understand?" he replied, not even looking at him.
Some weeks later, Chase had had enough... he applied for a transfer and moved nearer home, and concluded his studies away from Matt.
Present Day...
Now, 12 years later, Chase is a busy lawyer in a medium sized firm, in Chicago; his dad's firm. He was a respected 5th year associate, and on the fast track to partnership. He is still in the closet to most, but not to all. He told his dad, shortly after his mother died of cancer, almost two years earlier. He was close to his father, and the subject did not diminish the respect they had for each other.
"Chase, I need you to head up the team for New York, the Billings merger; just need it shepherded through" His dad asked, and Chase agreed with him. He would take a second year associate and a para legal, for the grunt work. They were booked to fly the following day, from O'Hare to JFK.
"Tony, what is the snag with the Billings merger?" Chase asked, as they had received the information of a snag, as they arrived in New-York.
"The logo. Billings is not happy that Midwest Tech wants to lose the logo" he replied, showing him the brief summary that his Father had sent him.
"A 10 billion dollar merger and he's pissing about a logo" Chase scorned at the stupidity of people with more money than God.
They arrived at the hotel and checked in. The meeting was scheduled for the following morning, with representatives from all sides attending. Chase had not been in New York for over a year, and loved the walk through Central Park. It was summer, and the trees were full and colorful. He changed into slacks and a T-shirt. He entered from the west side, and followed one of the paths.
He loved the summer breeze blowing through the trees; and the scent it filled the air with, you couldn't buy it, he said to himself.
His love life, as it were, was empty. He had a sort of relationship, a few years ago; but he had gotten hurt. The guy decided he did not was a monogamous relationship, but he did. It ended soon afterward. So, since then, it has been sex when needed; a release, nothing meaningful. He was now 30, and desired that connection.. he just never found it.
He soon headed off to his hotel, and an early night. He got in bed for some very much needed sleep. He was awakened by the alarm at 7:35a.m. He showered and shaved, ordered room service, and ate a quiet breakfast. He met his team at 8:30am in the foyer, and headed out to the Billings building, uptown.
They arrived twenty minutes later, and were shown to a conference room on the 44th floor of the building. They sat down and were offered drinks, which they declined.
"Good morning" a man said, as he entered the room.
"Good morning" Chase replied.
"Turner, attorney for George Billings; and you are?" he asked. He had been dealing with Chases' father up to this point.
"Chase Bowen, and this is Tony Lyne, and Millie Tanner, my para legal" Chase responded.
"Bowen, the son?" he asked, and Chase nodded, slightly.
"My associate will be along in a second, he was on a call" Mr Turner responded.
"Your first name?" Chase asked.
"David, sorry" he replied.
The door opened, and a look of shock appeared on his face, when Matt stood in the doorway, with the same look of shock on his face.
"My associate, Mathew Duke" he said, as Matt walked over to shake hands with the other lawyers in the room. Chase did not flinch; he played dumb as did Matt.
"Nice to meet you, please sit" David added. Chase could not keep his eyes off of Matt; on the other hand, Matt could not maintain eye contact.
The meeting went smoothly, and all minor points were ironed out, despite the coolness in the room. They concluded some six hours later, and agreed to meet the following day, for the conclusion of the deal; when both Mr Billings and the Chairmen of Midwest Tech would be present, to sign off on the deal.
"Where are you staying in New York?" David Turner asked Chase, whose eyes had still hardly left Matt's.
"Sorry?" he replied.
"Hotel; at which one are you staying?" he repeated.
"Oh, The Conrad, near the river" he replied.
"Yes, next to Wall Street. Nice place" David added.
They soon wrapped things up and headed out. Tony and Millie went to find somewhere to eat, and Chase needed to think. He had not seen nor spoken to Matt since that night. He looked good, Chase thought to himself.
After he arrived at his hotel, he needed a shower. He also needed to relax. After what seemed like an age, he decided he was also a little hungry, and ordered room service. A knock at the door came about thirty minutes later. He stood to let the bell boy in with his meal; but, instead, Matt was standing in the door way.
"Did we forget something?" Chase asked, not wanting to blink first.
"I just wanted a chance to talk" he replied
"You treat me like shit and now you want me to give you a chance, what did you give me" he replied in a tone totally meant.
"I totally deserve that, look I was young, you knew more than what I did" he responded.
Chase just stared and nothing was said for a short time until Matt said.
"How are you, Chase?" he asked, as the room service arrived. The bell boy placed the tray on the table; and, after receiving a tip, he closed the door, and Matt and Chase were alone.
"What do you want, Matt?" Chase asked, looking at his former best friend.
"It was so good to see you, Chase" he replied.
"What do you want, Matt?" he repeated with a little more attitude.
"You never said you were leaving" Matt replied, Chase just stared.
"I realised a little late and you were gone" he added
"What? What are you talking about?" asked Chase.
"School, you never said you were leaving. I came to apologize and well beg if I had to, but you had moved out. You cancelled your cell number" he replied.
"Matt, you told me to get out. You told me to avoid you, at all costs. You were my best friend, and you threw me under a bus; I left to stay sane" Chase replied, taking a seat, as did Matt.
"I just freaked out. That night...shit...I..." he struggled to get out what he wanted to say, " I never slept for days, trying to get things straight in my head, but I knew I had to find you, but you were gone, every other day I would walk by your dorm and try to gain some balls to talk to you. I did that for weeks. But when I eventually gained the nerve you were gone" he added
Chase listened and looked at Matt, his anger not relenting, he wanted Matt so bad back then but now he wanted him to leave. He broke his heart back then and he didn't think he could take another rejection. He sighed looked at Matt.
"I'm gay, Matt, okay? You understand that word? I am gay.. My dad knows.. some colleagues know, and now, you know. So, you can leave with the knowledge that I hold no resentment toward you. Now, please leave, and enjoy your life" Chase said, with all the bravado he could muster.
"Chase, come on, I sort of worked that out 12yrs ago" Matt replied; and, for a second, Chase just looked a little dumb.
"How, because I blew you? Shit, I could have put that down to weed and beer. We have all done stupid shit, when out of it" Chase replied.
"True, but I saw that look, remember? You loved what we did... as much as I did" Matt added.
"What?... You enjoyed it? Yeah, you blew your load and then angrily asked me to leave. I thought you just fucked my mouth to piss me off" Chase replied, a little pissed at Matt.
"Yeah, I did...at first.. but... I liked it... I sort of only realized it was a huge turn on to dominate you.. Sorry if that sounds shitty, but it heightened my experience, taking control... And, well, you liked it" Matt informed him, and Chase couldn't argue against it. He felt needed and happy to be in the position that Matt had him in.
"You seeing anyone?" he asked, looking at Chase.
"No, and it's none of your fucking business, anyway" he replied still angry.
"Chase ... Chase, look at me... please?" he asked, and Chase looked up at him.
"I've missed you" he added, and Chases' heart picked up a beat.
"You married?" Chase asked.
"To the job, yeah, but no... I am gay, Chase... Took me a little time to figure out it was fucking guys, and not girls, that got my heart pumping" he said, with his eyes fixed on Chase.
"So, seeing anyone special?" Chase asked, and Matt shook his head, no.
"When do you fly back to Chicago?" he asked.
"Tomorrow night, 8pm flight" Chase replied.
"Your food's getting cold" Matt added.
"Just a sandwich, it will be fine" he replied, now looking at Matt, as intensely as Matt was at him, his mind was doing cartwheels, he couldn't work out what to do, his wet dream was standing again in his presence and he didn't know what to do about it.
"Shit, I need to get out of here, I need a walk" Chase said, and stood up. He pulled on his shoes and walked toward the door. Matt reached out and grabbed his arm, and pulled him close. He lifted Chases' chin and kissed his lips. Chase had dreamed about this very scenario, many times; never expecting it to happen, though.
"I came over to your dorm to do just that; but, you were gone" Matt added, and leaned into a kiss, again. This time, it was welcomed.
"You still want to go for a walk?" he asked, and Chase nodded a little, before kissing him back.
Ten minutes later, they were strolling through Central Park, with the summer breeze mixing all the fragrances around them.
"That smell is amazing" Chase said, and Matt smiled.
"Come here on a Saturday morning and say that, horse shit and vagrant piss" he snickered a little.
"Yeah, even the cutest model, with the best scent, farts once in a while, Matt" he replied, and both snickered at that.
"Can we start again, Chase?" he asked, as they took a seat on a park bench.
"We didn't start the first time, Matt" he replied.
"Yeah, but you wanted to, though, right?" Matt stated, and Chase nodded in agreement.
"You knew I liked guys before I did" Matt added.
"Gaydar...full power" Chase snickered back.
"I liked it, by the way" Chase added
"What?" Matt asked.
"You, taking control and kissing me" he replied
"I don't want to control you, Chase, I respect you... I sort of fell for you, back in college. I was just such a dumb ass, to realize it when it was too late to do anything about it.
"That's not what I mean; in my life, I do not let anyone control me. I never will allow that to happen; but, in the bedroom... I like it... domination, I mean... It, as you said, heightens my climax" he replied.
They walked and sat down on a bench, light kisses being exchanged. "We missed out on so much Chase" he said again lightly kissing Chase and light moans escaping his lips, both now extremely turned on as the warm sun warmed there moment.
"Come on, we need to get back to your room" Matt said, standing up and pulling on Chases' arm.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because, if I do to you, here, what I intend on doing to you in your room, we could be jailed...for life" he informed him. Chase, for the first time in, he couldn't remember how long, was very sexually turned on; and by the very same person who had him this excited, the first time.
"So, you just want to fuck me" he said, as he pulled up, stopping the motion.
"No, I am going to make love to you, worship your body like nobody has ever done to you. Then, I am going to fuck you" Matt replied in a way the Chase knew he meant what he was saying.
"Okay, that's alright, then" Chase responded, as they walked a little faster to the hotel.
Just as they were about to cross the street, Tony and Millie entered the hotel. Chase could not help but notice, Tony was holding her hand.
"Looks like you are not the only one getting some, today" snickered Matt, as he watched the scene before him, as was Chase.
"And, what makes you so cock sure that you are definitely 'getting some'?" Chase asked.
"Well, because you are now the one pulling me" he laughed, and Chase smiled.
Five minutes later, they were standing in room 24 in the Conrad, staring at each other. Matt remembered that Chase liked to be dominated in the bedroom. He smiled, and then spoke with a firm voice: "STRIP" he instructed, and Chase stood and undid his clothing. He looked panicked, but aroused, also. The man standing in front of him had been the star of many a wet dream.
Standing naked in front of Matt, would have, once, been humiliating to him. But, right now ,it felt so natural. He was hard, and eager to please the guy standing, still fully clothed, but aroused, also.
"On your knees, now" he demanded, and Chase could not get down fast enough.
Matt pulled his face to his crotch, pressing against his face, firmly. "Sniff me, Chase. You love my junk, don't you?" he asked, but did not require an answer.
"Strip me" he demanded, and Chase went to work. He loosened the belt, then the buttons. He pulled down the zipper and retrieved the length he had only experienced once before, but had craved, ever since.
"Stand-up" he insisted, and Chase reluctantly complied.
"I said, strip me" he repeated, and Chase removed his shirt, and soon he was as naked and aroused as he was.
Matt stood in front of him, stroking himself. He rubbed the crown of his cock, spreading pre-cum on the tips of his fingers, and placing them into Chases' open and willing mouth.
"On your knees and blow me" he commanded, and Chase obeyed. His eyes clouded over with lust, as he sank onto Matt's engorged length. He savored the taste of Matt and loved the taste. He continued to bob up and down, milking everything that Matt had to offer.
Matt took the sides of Chases' head and slowly began, at first, to fuck his mouth. He also remembered that Chase had taken him down his throat, and pushed, with each stroke, until he hit the back of Chases' throat. Soon, and, without complaint, he entered his throat and shallow fucked his neck.
"Oh, I remember this fuck!!" he moaned, as he plowed in and out of Chases' mouth and throat. He was enjoying the domination of his lover; yeah, he liked how Chase just did everything he wanted to do. Fucking him without mercy, would soon come; but, right now, fucking his windpipe was a major turn on.
He pulled out, to allow Chase to take a breath, but Chase was having none of it. He sank down until his nose was nestled into Matt's pubic hair. The scent that rose from that bush had his mouth watering, even more. He craved the domination, but not just to be dominated, but to be dominated by Matt.
He pulled out again, and instructed Chase to get on the bed, and pull his knees up to his chest. He had no lube, as sex, on this trip, was not in the cards. Some hand lotion would have to do.
Matt leaned in and licked up Chases' crack, and began to lick his pucker. Chase moaned, as he was in heaven. Or Hell, but whatever this was, he had no intention of cancelling his reservation any time soon.
Matt began to slide a finger into Chase, and he felt his ass clamp down on his finger. "Fucking relax" he demanded.
"Chase tried, and eventually, his ass was opened up by Matt. He stifled a moan, at first, and he began to sweat, at the anticipation of what was to come.
Soon, two, then shortly afterward, three fingers, were working his hole open. He failed to stifle a moan this time, as all of his buttons were being pressed, and by the person he wanted to push them, 12 yrs earlier.
"Are you clean, Chase? I have not fucked without a rubber, ever; but I don't want to wear one with you" he said, and Chase looked shocked.
"Yes, I'm clean... I was tested over 6 months ago, and... well, I have been" he stopped talking.
"Good, now brace yourself" he replied, and sank his monster cock inside of Chase, in one powerful thrust.
The pain that shot through Chases body was very evident. But he endured it. He wanted to feel like his cherry had just been popped, and by the person he wanted to take him.
"Fuck, you are so tight" Matt said, as he began to withdraw. The air that was in Chases lungs escaped, as he did so. The pain was now disappearing and being replaced with pleasure. His cock now responding to what Matt was doing to his body.
He picked up the pace and the depth of each stroke. He liked the slow withdrawal and the powerful thrust back into Chase. He loved the expression of domination that was all over Matt's face, when he plowed hard, fast and deep.
He could feel Chase shake, with the power he was showing him. He pulled out, and Chase felt empty inside. Matt lay next to him and instructed; "Get on me" he demanded, and Chase climbed on and lowered himself onto Matt's ample appendage. He lowered, then raised, and continued to do this. His breathing became labored, and Matt had begun to fist Chases cock, and he was edging closer and closer.
"Cum for me" he demanded, and he fisted tighter and harder; and, soon, he shot a volley of cum, covering Matt's chest and face. He licked the cum that covered his lips, and savored the taste.
Chase was a spent mess. Totally fucked and satisfied, when he was done. His ass would be sore for a while, but a welcome soreness.
He collapsed on top of Matt. Matt liked the feeling of the slightly smaller man cuddling his chest. Both glued together with cum and sweat.
Twenty minutes passed, and both, recovered a little, began to talk.
"This was what I hope we would have been like, in college" Chase said, still stuck to Matt's chest.
"Chase...Chase, look at me" he said, and Chase turned his head and looked up into Matt's eyes.
"If I could go back and change my response, I would. This has been amazing, and I want to be in you, on you, with you, for as long as possible. I told you that I had fallen for you, all those years ago. Chase, I have never gotten over it" he replied.
"I need you, Chase" he added.
"I need you" he repeated.
A tear fell down Chases cheek, and Matt rubbed it off with his thumb.
"I love you, Matt. I have for year... sorry to be so heavy with the bombshell; but, I have never had a meaningful relationship, because I was still stuck on you." Matt smiled.
"No, not like this, you shit" Chase chastised his hope to be lover.
Matt just pulled his chin up and kissed him quiet.
"So, how do we make this work?" Matt asked, and it was Chases' turn to smile.
"I will be the in house lawyer for Midwest Tech; I have to move to New York " he responded, and Matt just smiled and kissed him, deeply.
"Move in with me, Chase" he added.
"You mean it? Because, last time you came in me, you threw me out" he replied.
"Never again, never, ever again" he kissed him quiet, once again.
"Where do you live?" Chase asked.
"Park Avenue. You'll love it, and wait until you see my... our play room. Christian Grey has nothing on me" he snickered, as Chase, yet again, was a little turned on.
The End...