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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I heard from a lot of guys saying that they were glad Matt and Gary finally got together. I hope you folks don't lose interest in the story now that the two main characters have connected. There's more to be told. Enjoy!
WHEN LOVE COMES - PART 11
We lay in each others arms for the rest of the afternoon, talking, laughing, caressing. I knew right then that this was "it." I would always love Matt.
When it got dark outside, we rolled out of bed and started looking for something to cook for dinner. I thawed some chicken in the microwave, found a can of green beans and a partial box of pasta in the pantry. I sauteed the chicken in some olive oil and garlic, heated the beans, and boiled the pasta. After draining the pasta, I tossed it with some Parmesan cheese and butter.
Matt had built another fire in the wood stove, so we took our plates and wine into the living room and sat in front of the stove on the carpet. I sat cross legged, but because of his knee, Matt had to sit with that leg extended. He gently moved the leg against my knee as we ate. Since we were both still naked, I unashamedly studied his body, especially his cock and balls, as we ate.
I didn't think I could ever get enough of looking at him. I noticed that he watched me also.
When we were done eating, we just put the plates on the floor away from where we were sitting, pulled the comforter off the couch, and snuggled ourselves into it. We began a slow and easy love making. Exchanging deep, long kisses. Our hands moved everywhere on the other's body. Our lips touched every part.
I positioned my self between his legs and moved my mouth and tongue around his swollen cock and over his ball sac. His balls were almost hairless, and I moved them around in the loose skin of his scrotum with my tongue. Next I moved to the sensitive area of his perineum. I heard him take in a sharp breath and he moved his legs farther apart and drew his knees up a little to give me better access. I moved my tongue up and down the ridge of skin between his balls and his anus before running my tongue over his waiting hole. He moaned. I put my tongue inside the pucker of his asshole. His moans became louder, and his hands clutched at the comforter. I wet my index finger and began to move it into him while I took his throbbing manhood in my mouth.
"Yes, yes, YES! Oh, god, I want you inside me!"
"Let's go into the bedroom. I've got some lube in there."
We went into the bedroom and he lay down on his back on the bed and again lifted his knees to give me better access to his ass. I took the lube out of the drawer of the bedside table and spread some around his hole. I put my lubed finger in him again and leaned forward to kiss him. I felt his body jerk as my finger found his prostate.
I reached back into the drawer to get a rubber. I'd kept a supply on hand when I was fucking Ron Holman but hadn't used any in nearly a year.
Matt grabbed my hand and looked into my eyes. "Don't. I want this to be just you. You are the first and only person I want inside me."
"You mean you've never..."
"Right. I'm a virgin. Jamal wanted to try it when we were fooling around in high school, but he was to darn big. I told him to find someplace else to put it. Since then, I've always been the top."
I started laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"We're both virgins in that department. I've always been the top also."
I saw that crooked smile spread across his face. "Well, we'll just have to learn how to take turns being the top 'cause as much as I want your dick in me right now, I'm going to want to put mine in you later."
"I'll take that as a promise." I pushed my finger farther into him and he threw his head back on the pillow. That was the end of any meaningful conversation for quite a while.
I pulled my finger out of his anus, spread some lube on my cock, and put the head against his sphincter. I pushed in with my cock. I felt his body tense, and then with a deep sigh he reached out and grabbed my hips and pulled me into him. He moaned in both pain and pleasure as I realized I was buried completely within him. I bent down and we kissed. He moved his hands on my hips as a signal for me to move. I pulled out slowly and then just as slowly I moved all the way back in. He moaned again, but only in pleasure this time. I moved in and out again. We kissed as I continued a slow in and out, drawing out until just the tip of my dick was still inside him and then moving forward until my pubic hair was solidly against his perineum and touching his balls. We broke the kiss and looked into each others eyes as my hips continued their rhythmic movement. I saw the love in his eyes. I could have spent eternity in that moment, but I knew I was drawing closer to my orgasm, and, as his breathing changed, I knew he was also.
I increased the speed of my stokes. I felt the top of the head of my penis brush across the roundness of his prostate with each stroke. Just when I knew I couldn't delay much longer, he let out a long moan and began to shoot load after load of hot cum across his stomach and chest, and the muscles of his rectum tightened around my dick. The sight of his climax brought me to the edge and the squeezing of his rectal muscles on my cock put me over. I shot my own heavy load into his body.
I bent down and we kissed again. We could feel his cum spreading between our bodies where they were pressed together. I felt his ass muscles spasm again, and I almost had another climax.
We lay together like that until my softening dick slipped out of his asshole.
"My god! That was incredible! You didn't even touch me and I came! There may be something to being a bottom."
We laughed. I brought in a towel from the bathroom to wipe the cum, lube, and sweat off our bodies. I climbed back into the bed. We kissed again, and we both quickly drifted into sleep.
We both woke up about the same time the next morning. We both had wicked morning hard-ons, but we both also had to pee, so love making was put on hold while we got out of bed and stood together at the toilet trying to aim our morning streams into the bowl and laugh at the same time. We made a mess which I cleaned up while Matt started the coffee.
Over coffee we decided that we had to go into town to pick up some clothes from Matt's apartment. We also decided that Matt needed to let his mom and brother know that he was all right, but Matt didn't want to place the call for fear that his father would answer the phone.
He told me the number, and I dialed. The phone was picked up on the first ring.
"Hello?" it was a young male voice.
"Is this Mark Stevenson?" I asked.
"Yes?"
"This is Gary Griffith. I'm a friend of your brother's. Is your father at home? Are you free to talk?"
"It's okay to talk, Mom and Dad have gone to the grocery store. Do you know where Matt is? Have you seen him?"
"He's right here with me. I'll put him on."
I handed the phone to Matt and took my coffee out into the living room to give Matt some privacy.
After about twenty minutes, Matt came into the living room and sat down on the couch beside me. He leaned over and kissed me. "You'll be glad to know that you're no longer harboring a fugitive from justice."
The sheriff himself had come out to Matt's house the day before. The sheriff wanted to follow up on Mr. Stevenson's complaint against Matt, but seeing the bruises on Mrs. Stevenson's face and having been warned by Jamal and his mother he quickly figured out what had really happened. He told Matt's dad that he would tear up the warrant for Matt's arrest, and what's more, he told Mark and his mother that if Matt's dad ever touched either of them or Matt again that they should call him personally and he would "toss his sorry ass in a cell and throw away the key."
Matt's dad was fuming mad, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. Matt told his brother that he wouldn't come home for Christmas because it might set the old man off again. Matt left a message for his mother, gave Mark my phone number and Jamal's and told him that Jamal would know how to get in touch with us if we weren't at my number.
As he finished the story, Matt looked at me and gave me that crooked grin. "Looks like I'll be taking your mother up on the offer of a place to stay over Christmas."
I hugged him and we kissed passionately, but Matt broke off the kiss, and pushed me gently away saying, "If I'm going to meet the in-laws, we'd better go get this nervous sister something to wear besides puke-stained sweat pants."
"God, you are so romantic," I laughed and tossed one of the couch pillows at him.
He ducked the pillow and headed out of the living room toward the bathroom. "I told you I loved you, but I never promised romance. Come on, get cleaned up so we can go get my clothes." He paused at the door and winked. "The faster we get all of this done, the more time we'll have for romance. Remember, your ass is mine tonight!" He disappeared into the other room.
The snow was beginning to melt, and the road crews had cleared most of the main routes. The parking lot of Matt's apartment building was still unplowed, but the 4Runner took us right to the door of the apartment. Matt packed a suitcase while I cleaned up the apartment. It wasn't that messy to begin with, but the open whiskey bottle was still next to the chair where I'd found Matt three days before.
After leaving his apartment, we stopped a the grocery store to pick up stuff for dinner and to make sure my house was resupplied for our return after Christmas.
Back at the house we cleaned the place and organized what to pack in the car the next morning. By the time all that was done, it was time to start dinner. All day long Matt had been asking me questions about my parents and family. I knew he was nervous about meeting them. I tried to reassure him, but I had some questions myself. It was one thing for me to bring home a student who had no place else to go for Christmas. It was another thing for me to bring home the man I hoped would be my partner for life. My parents had accepted my being gay. Would they be able to accept Matt?
After dinner we uncovered the hot tub and then went back inside the house where we poured some glasses of wine, grabbed some towels, and stripped off our clothes before running along the path we'd cleared through the snow on the deck to the hot tub. It was a beautiful night. Crystal clear, billions of stars, and a sliver of a moon.
We sat in the tub kissing and touching one another exploring our bodies. Before long we were both hard as rocks, and, in an unspoken agreement, we got out of the tub, put the cover back on, and went into the house to bed.
I lay on my back on the bed while Matt covered me with kisses. His mouth moved everywhere on my body except for my cock. His ignoring my throbbing cock seemed to make the desire more intense. I could hardly hold myself still under his ministrations. I moaned softly as his mouth finally closed around my hot erection. He cupped my balls with his hand and his finger found my anus.
I moved my thighs farther apart and he gently played with the hair around my hole while he sucked my cock. He removed his mouth from my cock, and I felt his tongue pushing at the entrance to my ass. His tongue penetrated, and he began fucking my hole with it. I was on fire.
"Now, Matt! Fuck me now!"
His mouth was replaced by a lubed finger. Somehow he'd managed to get the lube from the bedside table. I hadn't noticed. He sucked on my cock while he moved his finger inside me spreading the lube up my virgin butt hole. I grabbed his neck and drew him down to me in a kiss. He added a second finger while we kissed. He began to massage my prostate, and I almost sucked his tongue out of his mouth.
He drew back for a second and lined his hard cock up against my asshole. I grabbed my legs at the knees to give him better access. There was almost unbearable pain as he began to enter me. He stopped when I cried out. We lay motionless for a moment and then he began his slow inward movement again.
Suddenly, there was no more pain. My entire being focused on the feeling of his penis as he moved in and out of my asshole. Each stroke pushed me higher up a mountain of pleasure.
I let go of my right knee and grasped my prick. I attempted to jack my cock in rhythm with Matt's strokes, but I was too keyed up to concentrate on matching his motions. I felt my orgasm building and moved my hand away from my dick and back to my knee to spread my legs as far apart as possible.
My climax continued to build even without stroking my cock. Matt's strokes became more rapid and harder. I knew he must be close also.
When my orgasm came it was explosive. I yelled as my first volley of cum hit my chin. I felt Matt tense, and then his cock swelled even larger inside me, and I felt his seed spill into my guts.
He collapsed onto me and we kissed.
When we separated, he cleaned both of us up with a towel. He climbed back into bed and spooned against my back. His arm went around my chest and I nestled in even closer to him.
Just before I drifted off to sleep, I heard him whisper, "I love you, Gary."
(To be continued)