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Waiting for Love: Chapter 2
Matts
Matts was the first person Dave met at Ranger Training. Dave was instantly attracted to Matts in a way that troubled him. He couldn't take his eyes off of Matts and sensed Matts might be just as interested in him. When they introduced each other and shook hands, Dave could feel a tension between them. It wasn't hostile tension; it was something else.
All through the training they were close. When one needed help the other always seemed to be there. When Matts sprained his ankle, Dave used a fireman's carry to get him to where he could get treatment. He really loved the close body contact. Dave couldn't know it at the time but Matts had the same feelings. While crossing a stream, Dave stepped in a hole and sank out of sight. Matts was quick to grab Dave by the collar and pull him to safety. A close friendship developed quickly. At those few times they were able to relax, they shared family and personal (not private) backgrounds.
Matts learned that Dave was an only child. His father died while trying to save coworkers in an industrial accident when Dave was only 12. Dave liked to talk about his best friend Jack who's family practically adopted him as his mother struggled to provide a home. Dave was a star receiver on the football team and ran track. That explained his well developed, 6' 1", 185 hard body. The hair on his head was dark brown. From communal showering, Matts also knew Dave's chest had a sparse patch of soft dark hair in the center with a trail that stopped half way down his abdomen then started again below his navel and spread out into a dark brown bush surrounding his 4 1/2 " flaccid penis.
Dave learned that Matts grew up on a farm in Minnesota with three older brothers (Nels, Lars, & Paul) and a younger sister (Suzy). The hard work on the farm helped create a very well developed body. He also played football but mostly from the bench. Matts' Scandinavian heritage was obvious. Blue eyes, blond hair, and almost no hair on his 6' 1", 170 lb. frame. A light brown bush framed his 3 1/2" uncut penis. Matts had the largest set of balls Dave had ever seen.
After training ended, Dave and Matts were walking back to the dormitory discussing the future.
"Looks like we're about the only ones stuck here waiting for an assignment." Dave said.
"I heard of a couple of others who are in the same boat. So, we have some time to kill. What say we head for the beach?"
"How, pray tell do we do that?" Dave asked. "We don't have a car. And, how do we get off this Post?" Dave thought 'I would love to be alone with you. I'd love to kiss your lips, and maybe more."
"Not to worry your pretty little head, my chickadee. Al flew home and left his car keys with me. Said we could us it any time we wanted. You know his parents are loaded; they sent him a plane ticket." Matts thought 'I sure would like to get to know you better. I really like you!'
The three-day pass was easy. They got a room at a cheep beachfront motel with two beds and a refrigerator. After making a supply run to a convenience store for snacks and beer, they changed into bathing suits and T-shirts and headed for the beach. It was late Fall and the tourists were gone, the weather was cloudy and cool and the beach was all theirs. Having walked a couple of miles in each direction, telling lies, reliving training experiences, and laughing at each other's bad jokes, they sat down between some sand dunes that provided a little protection from the wind and listened to the waves pound the shore.
About fifteen minutes passed without any words being spoken. They just enjoyed the silence. Matts was first to brake the silence.
"Dave?"
"Yeah?"
"I have bad feelings about this assignment situation."
"How so?"
"We're probably going to go in opposite directions."
"I won't like that," Dave replied.
"I won't either. You see, I've kind of grown attached to you. I like you a lot."
"Well, I feel the same about you," Dave said, trying to figure out where the conversation was headed and becoming uneasy about it.
Neither man said anything for several minutes as if they were trying to select their next words carefully. Matts was obviously the bolder, more dominant of the two.
"Something has been bothering me since the day we met and if we get separated and I don't learn the answer to a certain question, I will regret it for the rest of my life." Matts looked right at Dave. "There is something I need to know and I have to risk offending you to find out. "
"Matts, I can't think of anything you could ask that would offend me so ask away." 'Oh shit! He knows! He's caught me some of those times I've given him a basket-check. Well, I'm going to be honest with him. I have to trust him.'
"You've had sex with girls, ah women, haven't you?" It was more of a statement than a question.
"Yeah, It's one of the perks - burdens of being a high school jock star. You catch a few touchdown passes and they lay down and spread their legs. How about you?" Dave hoped to turn the conversation back toward Matts.
"Yeah, me too. But probably not as lucky as you."
They were quiet for a few more minutes then Matts asked, "Have you ever had sex with a guy?'
BONG! BONG! BONG! The warning bells went off and Dave was on defense alert. But, this question he could answer honestly.
"No." he said softly. 'At least he hasn't attack me yet.' Matts thought. ' I have to go through with this.'
"Have you ever thought about it?"
'Be brave, Shithead. If Matts is taking this where you think he is, are you ready to go there with him? YES!' After a very long pause, "I've thought about it."
"What have you thought about it?
Dave had to carefully consider his next answer. He wanted to show interest without admitting anything.
"I'm curious about it."
Matts' nerves were on edge. He was either going to open a door to paradise by declaring his attraction for Dave or destroy the relationship. "Are you curious enough to explore it with me?"
Dave could barely breathe. 'Is this really happening? Is the man I secretly want really sitting next to me asking me to have sex with him?"
The two young men were sitting on the sand with their knees pulled up close to their chests and their arms crossed on top of their knees. Dave slowly lowered his right hand to the sand, palm up and moved it right until it touched Matts' left foot. Matts jumped slightly when he felt Dave's hand touch him.
"Yes." Dave said quietly, barely audible above the sound of the waves.
"I hoped you'd say that." Matts slowly lowered his left hand and placed it on top of Dave's, palm down, and their fingers intertwined. Neither man looked at the other; they just sat there connected at their hands and stared at the waves rushing one upon the other to the shore.
Several minutes passed with their fingers interlocked when Matts gazed into Dave's eyes, smiled and said quietly, "Let's go back to the room."
"Yes," was all Dave could say as he returned Matts' smile.
Their hands separated because both men needed one hand to pick up his towel and the other to adjust his erection so it was not so conspicuous. They did not hold hands as they walked to the hotel but they walked so their shoulders maintained constant contact. The intense nervousness each was experiencing did nothing to calm their raging erections.
Upon entering their room Matts said, "Why don't you hop into the shower and I'll follow you?"
"Yeah, I need a shower," Dave replied. Perhaps he could jerk off and relieve some of the tension so he could have better control as this situation developed. He went into the bathroom seeking privacy for his raging cock, stripped of his clothes, stepped into the shower and adjusted the water temperature. As he stood there with the soothing water running over his chest and his right hand wrapped around his engorged 7" penis he heard the shower curtain open behind him. He spun around just in time to see Matts step in the shower sporting nothing but his killer smile and his own 6 1/2" erect penis.
"Maybe we can help each other clean a few things," Matts said as he reached forward with his right hand, removed Dave's hand from his penis and replaced it with his own. Next, Matts reached out with his left hand, took Dave's right hand, brought it to his shaft and wrapped Dave's fingers around it. Matts began sliding up and down on Dave's rod. Dave took the hint and happily copied the movement.
Dave was close, real close. If he wasn't surprised enough already, Matts reached out with his left hand, placed it behind Dave's head, and drew them into an embrace. Dave draped his left arm around Matts' right shoulder and drew them even closer. The next thing Dave felt was Matts' lips touching his and it took his breath away. Matts used his tongue to separate Dave's lips and used his jaw to pry open Dave's mouth. When Matts' tongue entered his mouth, Dave lost it.
"MMM, hhhhhhh, MMM, hhhhhhh, MMM, hhhhhhh." was sound he could make alternating with trying to inhale through his nose. His seed erupted through his piss slit and splattered all over Matts' abdomen and hand. Dave's knees almost buckled so he broke the kiss and placed his head on Matts' left shoulder in an attempt to stabilize himself. First he whimpered then he began to sob. He felt as though the world had been lifted from his shoulders. The release was more than sperm. The tension of hiding his desires was gone. It was freedom. Tears flowed from his closed eyes. 'If I had only known it could be this good.' he thought as he struggled to remain standing.
"I'm sorry," Dave said when he recovered enough to lift his head from Matts' shoulder and speak. He was emabrassed for having cum all over this new friend.
"Shhhhh. Kiss me," Matts almost whispered, his left hand again behind Dave's head to bring them together.
This time, Dave opened his mouth and practically raped Matts' mouth. That is when he felt something hot splatter on his six-pack and spread over his hand.
'Oh, God! How wonderful!' Dave thought when he realized that it was Matts' cum. He continued kissing more deeply and passionately than he ever kissed any woman.
Dave started to chuckle which developed into an outright laugh.
Recovering from his orgasm, Matts asked, "What's so fucking funny, Asshole?" he was wearing a loving smile so Dave know Matts was trying to add levity to their situation.
"I was about to apologize for cuming on you when you did the same to me. It just seemed so stupidly funny I couldn't keep from laughing"
Matts began to laugh. Then they both stood there sharing the humor of the moment while still holding each others cocks.
"Come on. Let's get cleaned up and get out of here before we turn into prunes," Matts suggested. They proceeded to wash each other thoroughly, including so-called private parts, then enjoyed the task of drying each other with the cheap, scratchy towels provided by the cheep motel.