Jared
If it had been anyone but Matt I wouldn't have made that drive, that's for sure. Matt got really caught up in the moment and I have to admit I didn't really think that decision through before I made it. I will never admit this to Matt but I didn't really do it out of love, I did it because I couldn't stand seeing him in that state. Right around that time I started questioning whether my feelings for him were really love or just lust. The sex was fucking amazing and that's what I looked forward to every single time I saw him. But when Matt told me he loved me the night we got to Delaware I have to admit I was frightened.
The logical side of me is both my best friend and worst enemy. It's always overanalyzing every situation and when it activates it usually tends to fuck up good things. Matt was a genuinely good, sweet, and lovable person and I enjoyed spending time with him. But when I started thinking about it with a clear head I realized that things were moving way too fast. I didn't know when the right time to say that was especially considering the state he was in. I didn't go to the funeral with him and he was okay with that because I didn't know anyone there. After it was over and he and his parents arrived back at the house Matt and I got ready to go.
His mom accompanied him back to his bedroom and his dad, Rob, met me in the kitchen and shook my hand.
"Jared you have a heart of gold," he began. "Thank you so much for bringing him here. Let me know how much it ends up costing and I'll take care of it. I'm so glad he was able to be here and we're really touched that you took it upon yourself to get him here. I'm glad he has someone like you. I hope you'll come for Christmas," he concluded.
"I'll be here then! Does that mean I can have him for Thanksgiving?" I replied and we both laughed. I was only half-joking though, despite how I was feeling I was pretty sure that by then I'd be ready to bring him home for my family to meet.
I was born and raised in Belleville, Illinois, a small city across the river from St. Louis, Missouri. Both of my parents are lawyers and I'm the middle of three brothers: Brady, Jared, and Sam. We lived in a very nice house and never had to worry about money. My parents met in law school at the University of Michigan and so we were Wolverines through and through.
My grandpa was a pilot for United Airlines for 35 years. He owned a Cessna that he flew for fun and then when I turned 13, he taught me to fly as well. He started taking me and my brothers on flights when we were little but I was the only one who really took an interest in aviation and flying. I knew pretty early on that I wanted to be a pilot as well and my parents and grandparents worked hard to make that happen. I got my private pilot's license as soon as I was 16 and I had unlimited access to the plane, so I flew in most of my spare time to build hours. By the time I started college I had almost 500 hours in my logbook and I was well on my way to the airlines.
For my undergraduate degree I went to Illinois State University and majored in Psychology because it was a subject I enjoyed and when you think about it it's pretty relevant to commercial aviation. I waited to come out until I was in college and on my own and my family took it a lot better than I thought they would have. My parents and my brother all said they'd known for years. Sam though hasn't treated me the same ever since. I thought that was just because he was 15 and immature but four years have gone by and he's still distant.
The summer after I finished my bachelor's degree I applied to be a flight student at Western Michigan University. I already had my private pilot's license as well as my instrument rating, so I was there to earn my commercial pilot license and then an airline transport pilot license and amass enough hours to be able to apply to the airlines. My mom and I rented a U-Haul and I moved into Ernest Burnam Hall on an unbearably hot Thursday afternoon in May of 1997. My days would start with breakfast in the dining hall and then a walk to the campus bus loading zone to catch the shuttle to the Kalamazoo airport, or over to Kohrman Hall where most aviation classes were held. That summer was hell. I had to do an entire semester's worth of work in just six weeks. After putting myself through a very stressful summer, I met my husband just a few days after turning in my last assignment before the fall semester began.
At around 3:00 in the afternoon the day after the funeral we finally hit the road. We drove about six hours east before we stopped for the in Youngstown, Ohio. During that time Matt was pretty quiet, which was understandable. I listened to NFL football on the radio while Matt tried to relax. We pulled into a Quality Inn and after surrendering $50 and retrieving the keys we collapsed onto the bed in the hotel room.
"I noticed how you reacted when I told you I loved you," Matt began with a sigh. "I'm sorry, I didn't know how awkward that was going to be for you."
"You don't have to apologize, Matt," I replied trying to keep my tone as gentle as possible."I understand why you felt the way you did. It's just that we've only been together for a few weeks. I like you a lot and I have a lot of feelings for you, but it's too early for me to be able to say that and mean it. It doesn't change anything though," I finished and we embraced in a long hug.
It didn't take long for us to start kissing and one thing led to another. As I unzipped his shorts and pulled down his boxers, Matt said "I've got a better idea." Bewildered, I let him get up and followed him into the bathroom. There he had found a small can of shaving cream right next to the soap, shampoo, and conditioner. He flashed that mischevious smile that gets me every damn time.
"Take your clothes off," he instructed in a seductive tone of voice and I was buck naked faster than I've ever undressed before. We laughed like idiots as we smeared shaving cream all over each other's naked bodies. I wasted no time in going for Matt's crotch and watched in delight as his four-inch flaccid dick sprang to life, showing all 7.5 inches. I gave his balls some extra attention and he giggled with excitement. He ran his hands all over my chest and stomach before moving down to my thighs. It was a sesory overload, I had no idea where he was going to go next and I loved every second of it. Matt slowly ran his hand up and down my throbbing cock to tease me and I really had to try not to bust. We kept going until we ran out of shaving cream and we were both pretty much covered from head to toe.
"You're a dirty boy," he said again with that damn smile. "Let's get in the shower."
He turned on the water and let it heat up before we climbed over the tub and in. My schlong was still in a full salute and Matt took aim. With the water stimulating every other part of my body it was a surreal experience getting sucked off in the shower. I'd never done this before. I tried to slow my breathing down as Matt worked me over but I didn't last long. Like every other time he'd blown me I unleashed an insane amount of cum down his throat and he swallowed every bit of it.
My knees were weak after that orgasm so I ended up sitting down Indian style for a minute to catch my breath. After a minute I assumed the position and took him in my mouth. Back and forth I went while bathing his dick with my tongue. He moaned every time I let the head of his cock run along the roof of my mouth. That's when he started to squirm and I pulled back and jerked his dick with my hand a couple times before he blasted his baby gravy all over my face. The shower quickly washed it away and again we laughed like fools. We got out of the shower and I reached for a towel, but Matt stopped me.
"I'll handle this," he said as he explored every inch of my body while still dripping wet himself.
I grabbed the other bath towel and started doing the same, running my hands and the towel over his shoulders, down his midsection, and I stopped to cup his balls and stroke his cock. He couldn't get hard again just yet, but I loved a chance to play with his dick. Finally we were ready to head to bed and the next day we arrived in Kalamazoo in the early evening.
The rest of the fall semester seemed to blow by between classes, flights, dates, fucks, and football games. It was the best semester of my life. I was falling in love with a beautiful person, I was making big strides toward my goal of flying commercially, and as a cherry on top, Michigan was the #1 team in the country in football and in position to win the national championship for the first time in almost 50 years.
On a cold and dreary late-November afternoon Matt and I cuddled on his couch watching the Wolverines take on their arch rivals, Ohio State. Michigan was #1, the Buckeyes #4 and the winner would go to the Rose Bowl. We won that game 20-14 and shortly after the game ended, my parents called me to let me know that both Matt and I were going with my parents and my brothers to Pasadena to see the Rose Bowl. I almost dropped the phone.
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