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Woodbridge Academy Ch. 01

By: elno2015



I first met Matt Humphrey on a subway train one cold night in January. Well, that was the first time we actually had a conversation. We had gone to the same boarding school for three and a half years, but had never once had a conversation. Which, when I think about it, is really quite amazing, considering the fact that we only went to school with 200 guys, but still. Just because we had never met, doesn't mean I didn't know who he was. 

Matt was the king of Woodbridge Academy, an all boys boarding school outside DC that we both attended. He was captain of the football team and the lacrosse team, in the top five of our class, and the student body president. Everyone loved him, and he had this gorgeous girlfriend who was already in college. I had seen pictures of them together in the papers occasionally, but never thought much of it. She was the only child of a senator, as was he, and they were apparently the "Capitol's sweethearts". The picture perfect couple that joined together two families that were already pretty powerful in the senate, they were both raised with the creme de la crème of DC high society. Needless to say, Matt Humphrey and I didn't exactly run in the same circle. 

It's not there he was popular and I wasn't. With only 50 kids in each grade, there wasn't a whole lot of room for things like that. Everyone just kind of got along with everyone else. I mean, we're guys. There's only so much drama that can take place amongst teenage girls when you remove girls from the picture. Some people just happened to be closer than others. I don't think I have ever had a class with him in all four years of school, but I don't necessarily have anything against him. I just tend to run in a quieter crowd. 

In all honesty, I just try to stay out of everyone's way. I know I'm really lucky to go to Woodbridge, where 98% of students end up at an Ivy League college, so I put my heart into all my schoolwork and the swim team, and try to stay out of any drama. It's worked so far, seeing how I've got a state title in two different swimming events, and the highest GPA in my class. 

Growing up in DC was hard. My mother left me and my dad when I was ten to be a performer on a cruise ship for a week, and never returned. We got a postcard from Aruba saying that she was going to stay there, and that was the last I heard from her. Dad took it pretty hard, and ended up turning to booze to cope with the pain of being ditched with a child so that she could live on an island. At one point, he went to go get her and bring her home, but came back empty handed. 

Getting a job as the head of security for a senator from Ohio was the best thing that ever could have happened to him. It was the kick in the ass that he needed to get clean, and he hasn't had a drop to drink since he was offered that job. Kyle Kent was a fresh faced kid from the Midwest, totally out of his element. He had won his election in a landslide, but was quickly overwhelmed with life in DC. He had been sitting next to my father in a bar in Adams Morgan when they got to talking, and he was instantly won over. Dad is pretty great at making people feel welcome and can calm even the most anxious person. Kent was smitten and offered him the job on the spot. It was the perfect situation for him, and I could not have been prouder of him. 

Unfortunately, the job entailed a lot of travel between Ohio and DC, among other places. Dad couldn't leave me home alone all that time, and he certainly couldn't afford a live in housekeeper on one salary. He tried to turn down the job, but Kent refused to let him back down. Instead, he offered to pay tuition at any boarding school I got into in the DC area, which is how I ended up at Woodbridge Academy, home of some of the most elite teenagers in the district and from around the country. I tried not to draw attention to the fact that I wasn't at the same level as my classmates, but I never hid who I was or where I came from. Plenty of friends have come to my father's apartment when he is in town, and no one has cared that we lived in a two bedroom apartment rather than a Georgetown loft or some fancy townhouse like their families. Overall, I had a great thing going for me and I was grateful for everything I had. 

All of this brings me back to my subway ride that night. Dad had flown back in with the senator, and he took me out to dinner to celebrate my 18th birthday. I can't remember the last time I saw him so excited about something as trivial as dinner, but I let him have it. We went to this awesome Brazilian place and stuffed our faces with all kinds of delicious things. Dad had to jet off to some event after, so I took the metro back to school. It was a pretty long ride from where we went to dinner, so I was glad I had a book for my Irish lit class with me. I had settled into a seat and was totally wrapped up in my reading when someone plopped into the seat perpendicular to mine. 

"Hey." A deep voice interrupted my reading. I jumped slightly at the interruption, since I was clearly not expecting anyone to talk to me. Assuming it was some homeless person looking for change, i hunkered down in my seat and pulled my book closer to my face in a clear attempt to block any unwanted attention. "Hey." The voice said again, so I looked up. I was shocked to see Matt sitting in front of me with a grin on his face. "You're Jason, right?" 

"I am." My voice doing nothing to hide the confusion I was experiencing. Matt Humphrey had never spoken to me, let alone sat beside me to have a conversation while riding the subway. 

"I'm Matt." The grin was permanently placed on his face, but it seemed really forced. If he didn't want to talk to me, why was he? He looked like he was about to stroke out. "On your way back to school?" 

"Yeah, I just met my dad for dinner." I told him, figuring I could at least be nice and attempt to relieve some of the awkwardness of this situation. 

"Same. Well, I went out with my girl...with my friend." He grinned again, his perfectly straight teeth in a dazzling smile that rivaled the ones only seen on commercials for toothpaste. 

"That's cool." I lamely commented. This whole situation was completely bizarre to me. He was still looking at me with my that smile, his blue eyes wide and sparkling. There was no denying that Matt Humphrey was a good looking guy, but it was still weird to be in such close proximity to him. Like I said before, we weren't exactly close. 

"Irish lit?" He asked me. 

"What?" He nodded at my book. "Oh, yeah. Just trying to get some reading done." 

"I took that last semester. It was a pretty good class. You have Conti for it?" 

"I do." 

"Watch out for his pop quizzes. He always gives one every third chapter you're supposed to read. It's like clockwork." 

I looked down at my book. I was on chapter three. Looks like I was going to have a pop quiz tomorrow. His eyes followed mine, and he let out a chuckle. "Looks like I warned you just in time." 

"Looks that way." I agreed with a laugh. "Thanks for the tip." 

"So." He shifted slightly in his seat so he was facing me a little more directly. His broad form barely fit in the seat and he looked pretty out of place. "You're a senior, right?" 

"I am." I answered, glancing down at where his knee was now bumping mine. The heat from his leg was radiating through his jeans and through my dress pants, but it seemed rude to overtly move it. I am not exactly well versed in train etiquette, but I wasn't going to go out of my way to be a dick to someone nice enough to talk to me. No need to make any enemies tonight. 

"Have you been thinking about colleges at all? My dad has been all over me about it." 

"I got into Yale early decision." I told him, giving up on my book and shoving it into my backpack. "So I'll be going there." 

His eyebrows shot up. "Hot damn. I never knew you were a whiz kid!" I just shrugged. "I applied to Yale, Princeton, and Brown." He said with a grin. "Although let's face it. I'll probably end up at Brown." 

"Why's that? Not that there's anything wrong with Brown. It's a great school." 

"It is." He agreed. "But I'm kind of stuck there. Every male in my family for five generations has gone to Brown. There's a dorm named after us. My dad is constantly on campus. I just couldn't escape if I wanted to." 

"I can see how that would be a little frustrating." I told him. "But that's the joy of being 18. You can do what you want." 

He let out a chuckle. "You would think, wouldn't you? Unfortunately, there are a lot of things I want that I just can't have." His eyes caught mine and he held his gaze there until I finally broke away, his icy blue gaze too much to handle. Who knew Matt Humphrey was so intense? I was way out of my element. This seemed to go beyond normal train ride conversation and into some depths that I was not anticipating. 

I didn't have much of a response for that, so I turned my attention to the window beside me and stared at the trees as we passed by. There was a light layer of snow on the grass, giving everything a peaceful glow in the moonlight. It didn't snow often around here, but it really was quite nice when it did. By the time we reached the stop for school, I was exhausted and dreading the walk to campus. It would only take about ten minutes, but it was long enough in the frigid air. 

Matt walked beside me without saying a word the entire time, and I couldn't help but wonder what the heck was going on. He had never said a word to me and now he wanted to be besties? A little weird if you ask me. When the dorm was finally in sight, he stopped and pulled my arm, jerking me to a stop. I raised an eyebrow at him in question, and couldn't miss the blush that spread across his cheeks in the dim moonlight. 

"Sorry." He mumbled and started walking ahead of me, all of a sudden in a mad rush to get back to the dorm. 

"Matt." I called after him. I have no idea why I even bothered. I legitimately had no ties to him, and there was no reason why I felt compelled to talk to him after three and a half years of radio silence. 

Matt had stopped walking but he still hasn't turned around. I caught up to him and stood facing him. "What's going on?" I asked him. "Why are you acting so weird?" 

He avoided my gaze and instead seemed largely fascinated with the snow-frosted trees that lined the picturesque path leading to the senior dorm. "I'm not acting weird." He argued. 

I scoffed. "Real mature. Fine. Have a nice night." I practically snarled before I spun on my heel and continued the walk. He wanted to be ridiculous? Fine. He could be as ridiculous as he wanted. I wanted nothing to do with it. There was obviously a reason we hadn't spoken in all this time we had been in school together. We were nothing alike and had absolutely no reason to. 

By the time I reached the dorm, I wasn't really annoyed anymore, and for some reason, this ridiculous level of guilt had snuck in. I'm not really sure what made me feel guilty-I didn't owe a thing to him-but I couldn't shake it. I turned around to face him again, and was surprised to see that he was as still pretty far back, shuffling along with an absolutely miserable look on his face. 

I let out a sigh, watching as my breath misted in the cold air. "You okay, man?" I called out to him. 

Matt looked just as shocked as I felt. "I'm fine." He answered. "Just have a lot on my plate I guess." He gave me a sheepish grin before he reached around me and pulled the door open for me. "So I guess I'll see you around?" 

"Sure." I agreed as I stomped the snow off my shoes and headed for the stairs towards my room. "Take it easy." 

"Night." He murmured. Before I turned the corner to go up the second half of the stairs, I caught sight of Matt watching me. Call me crazy, but I swear he was watching my ass as I went up the stairs. His cheeks turned a bright red when I turned, and he quickly scurried down the hall immediately after. 

"Dude, where have you been?" My roommate asked me the second I entered my room. Josh Potter was the coolest kid I have ever met in my life. He was easy going, smart as a whip, and hilarious to boot. We had been living together since sophomore year, after bonding during freshman year over many hours in the pool together. 

"Went out with my dad." I reminded him as I dumped myself on my bed. 

"Oh yeah. Birthday dinner." He closed the book he was reading at his desk and turned to me. "How was it?" 

"It was good." I shrugged. "Had the weirdest conversation with Matt Humphrey though." I told him as I stripped down to my boxers and started getting ready for bed. Josh just stared at me for a minute, silent until I raised my eyebrow at him in question. Josh was the only openly gay guy on campus, but living with him had never been uncomfortable. No one had a problem with it, Josh was just Josh, and that's all there was to it. Occasionally, he got in a good peak, but he was totally harmless. And he was my best friend, so there was no chance of anything ever happening. Josh was currently involved in some clandestine affair, though. He couldn't say who it was because the guy didn't want to be out due to his parents' disapproval or some shit like that. He was the son of some bigwig in DC, but so were most of my classmates, so it wasn't like I could narrow it down if I wanted to. Josh was happy with the situation, and that was enough for me. 

"Yeah?" He gave me his famous shit-eating grin as his eyes made a slow perusal from my abs to my face. I may not be the biggest guy around, but years of swimming had kept me in shape. While Matt Humphrey was broad and imposing, my muscles made me appear long and lean. As I got older, my shoulders have become more broad, but I'm not a big guy by any stretch of the imagination. Josh occasionally checked me out, but I knew it was 100% harmless and was never offended by it. "He finally confess he wants you?" 

I did an absolute double take. What the hell? "He wants me?" I scoffed. "What the hell are you on?" 

"Dude, he watches you like a hawk. I'm surprised you've never noticed." His smug grin makes me laugh out loud again. 

"I can't say that I have ever noticed." I agreed. "We have never even spoken before today. Where would you even get that idea? I don't think we have even taken classes together." 

"He sat behind you in modern European history sophomore year." Josh rolled his eyes. "You really are oblivious sometimes." 

"Huh. I had no idea." 

"You wouldn't." Josh chuckled as his phone buzzed on his desk. He picked it up and grinned before putting it back down on the wood. "You going to head to the pool at all tonight?" He stretched in his seat and looked down at his phone again before meeting my gaze again. His eyes were sparkling, a sure sign that a certain someone had texted him. 

"You want me to?" 

"Do you mind? Just for an hour or so, I swear." 

I stood and stretched. So much for an early night of reading in bed. I was being sexiled. It's not that I really minded, I was glad josh was having fun, but it kinda sucks to get booted from your own room sometimes. "You got it." 

"Really? Thanks, man. You're the best roommate ever!" He grinned and jumped up to give me a hug. 

"Just stay off my bed." I teased, jumping out of the way of his attempt to smack me upside the head. "I'll be back by 10:30 or 11:00, okay?" 

"That'd be awesome." He grabbed his deodorant and started to freshen up. "His roommate would not be nearly as cool as you so it's awesome that you're so willing to be okay with us hanging out here. I wish I could introduce you guys but he is so paranoid." 

"As long as he doesn't hurt you." I shrugged. "I just don't want this to blow up in your face." 

"I know. I'm being careful, I promise." He tossed me my swimming bag and gave me shove towards the door. 

"Dude! At least let me put pants on!" I laughed as I shoved by him and pulled some clothes out of my dresser. Once I was covered in sweats and had shoved my feet in some sneakers, I grabbed my swim bag again and headed out the door, leaving Josh and his mystery lover to get some peace and quiet for a while. 

A glance down at my watch told me that it was already past 9. I loved going to the pool this late because I am typically the only one there. It's technically closed this late, but as captain off the swim team, I had a key to the locker room and pool area so I could get in and lead extra practices or just get some of my own time in. Coach was desperate for another state title this year, so he pushed us to get as much time in the water as we could. Sure enough, the locker room was empty when I got there. I changed into my suit and grabbed my goggles before making my way to the pool. After turning the stereo system on, I jumped in and started some warm up laps. 

The best thing about being in the pool with some good music playing was that it gave me some time to do some thinking. No matter how I tried to distract myself, my mind kept wandering back to Matt Humphrey and our bizarre interaction, followed by what Josh had said. 

I have to admit, if what Josh had said was true, it makes the interaction on the train and on the walk back to the dorm make a whole lot more sense. He had seemed so sheepish on the train, and then while we were walking, it seemed like he was desperate to tell me something that he couldn't spit out. Was he trying to tell me that he liked me? Was that why he was so awkward? 

If I'm being honest with myself, I wasn't turned off by the whole thing. Maybe I had been hanging around Josh too long, but my comfort level with the fact that he may have a thing for me kind of surprised me. I never really cared about anyone's sexual orientation before anyway. Love is love, if you ask me. I don't care who is with who. My parents had never encouraged me to dislike people who were different, which I guess made me an abnormality. People around school didn't seem to have a problem with Josh either, but then again, it may have just been the fact that everyone got along so well. No one wanted to be the lone bully. That was part of what made me so mad about the guy Josh was seeing. No one would care. I understand not wanting the general public to know if it would be a bad thing for his family. But still, Josh is an amazing guy. I'm surprised no one wants to show him off. 

I had never really thought about my own sexuality to some deep level. I mean, I'm attracted to girls, no doubt about that, I had only had one girlfriend, but I sure loved having sex with her. It didn't really fail for any particular reason other than the fact that she moved to California with her family, and we didn't see the need to do anything long distance while in high school. She already knew she was going to Northwestern, so really, there was no point in even pretending to stay close. We had different paths in life. 

As I kicked off the wall and eased into a lazy front crawl, I let my mind wander back to Matt. Again. What Josh had said actually bothered me. If Matt truly "wanted" me, why hadn't we spoken in all this time? And why would he randomly choose a subway ride to start talking, of all places? He had plenty of chances at school to talk, he didn't need to wait until a random run in to start. We lived in the same building for crying out loud. 

When I reached the end of the lane, I latched onto the wall and pulled my goggles off. A quick glance at my watch told me I still had half an hour to kill before 11:00. I figured it was better to err on the side of caution and give Josh some private time than to walk in on him doing anything. I shut off the radio and made my way back to the locker room, toweling off as I went. No one was here to yell at me for dripping water all over the mats, so I didn't care enough to be more careful. 

Surprisingly, the locker room lights were on when I got in there. They were on a sensor, so that meant someone else was around, at least in the last 15 minutes to set the lights off. 


Woodbridge Academy Ch. 01



I didn't have to wonder who was around for long, cause the slamming of the door behind me announced my arrival for me. "Hello?" A voice called out from over by the changing bench. 

"Sorry, just coming back from the pool." I told whoever it was as I made my way to my locker. "I didn't realize anyone else was out this late." I came around the corner and was surprised to find Matt sitting on a bench pulling up some Woodbridge Academy sweatpants over a pair of boxers. "Oh. Hey." 

He glanced up at me and did a double take before losing his balance and stumbling into the row of lockers. He cursed under his breath before straightening himself, an adorable blush spreading from his cheeks and down his neck 

Wait. Adorable? Since when do I think guys are adorable? Especially Matt Humphrey. 

"You okay?" I asked him as I opened my locker, making sure I avoided eye contact. I didn't know what the proper protocol was. Should I ask him if he is into me? Do I let it go? I have no clue what I'm supposed to do. I feel like I should have been better prepared for this situation. 

"Yeah. My bad." He chuckled. "Just a little embarrassed." 

"Don't be. It happens." I grinned at him, dropping my suit and grabbing my boxers. "Get in a late night work out?" 

"Yeah, needed to clear my head a bit." He told me, totally nonchalant, but when I turned around, I couldn't miss the fact that he was blatantly checking me out I cleared my throat, and he snapped his eyes up to meet mine. There was an emotion I recognized all too well from my time with Sarah swimming around in his eyes. 

Lust. 

I couldn't miss it if I tried. 

"Anything you want to talk about?" I offered, trying to ease the tension in the room. I have no idea when we went from being complete strangers to offering support, but it felt right. There was something going on here, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested in finding out what it was. Can't blame a guy for being curious. 

He sighed and looked away, before standing and pulling a sweatshirt on before grabbing his bag. "Nothing you'd be interested in, I'm sure. Let's face it. You're not exactly my biggest fan." 

"Now wait just a minute." I exclaimed, stepping to the side to block his escape route. He huffed a bit but stopped short anyway. Honestly, it was a little bit of a surprise to see Mr. Calm and Collected so frustrated. "I never said that. I asked you what's wrong, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't. But don't blame it on me because I never said anything to you that would make you think otherwise." 

He straightened, his impressive size would probably intimidate most but I was too annoyed with the ridiculous transgressions of the night to even care at this point. "You have never spoken to me in all the time we've been in school together, why start caring now?" He challenged me. "You queer or something?" 

My eyes widened in shock. So much for that theory. "You're kidding, right? You know how ridiculous that sounds. You're the one who sat down to talk to me earlier, and you're the one acting like a total dipshit. You're the one acting like someone pissed in your cheerios. So maybe you're the one who is queer and has a thing for me. That's what I think!" Matt seemed to shrink as I continued with my rampage and I instantly felt terrible. I didn't want to be an asshole. I'm not that guy. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I'm just being a jerk." 

His gaze fell to the floor, his entire alpha male facade entirely forgotten. "You're right though." He mumbled. 

"What?" 

"I'm gay." He mumbled again, not bothering to look up at me. "And yes, I've had a thing for you for a while." 

"Wait...what?!" I repeated. "You're kidding." 

His eyes finally lifted from the tiles of locker room floor and met my gaze. He looked...haunted. I don't know why I cared so much, but all I know is that I DID care and I felt terrible about the events of this whole night. "I'm not kidding." 

"You're gay?" I simply couldn't believe it. "But you're...you." 

"Yup." He grimaced. "I'm me." 

"I don't get it." I mumbled as I moved out of the doorway, I didn't want him to feel like he was being trapped anymore. I didn't want to be the bully. 

"There's not much to it. I like guys." He chuckled, but there was a darkness behind that laugh. "Specifically, you." I couldn't find any words to answer him with, so I dumbly just stood there in my boxers. 

"But you don't even know me." 

He shrugged. "Maybe not. But what I do know, I like. Quite a bit, actually." 

I sat down on the bench in front of my open locker, absolutely baffled by this turn of events. Matt was still standing there, obviously waiting for me to say something back. I just had no idea what to tell him. I'm not going to lie, part of me was really curious about this whole situation, but the other part was quite alarmed. 

"Could you at least say something?" He finally huffed. "You're killing me here." 

"What do you want me to say?" I snapped. "In case you weren't sure, that was one hell of a bombshell you just dropped on me!" 

"Oh, pardon me for inconveniencing you." He snapped right back. "You must have something you want to say. Yell at me. Make fun of me. I don't care. Just do something!" 

"I'm not going to make fun of you." I told him as I realized how awkward it was that I was standing there in just boxers for all this time. "I don't care if you're gay. My best friend is gay for crying out loud. Give me a little credit here." 

He sighed and seemed to settle in a little bit, but was still acting like a skittish bird ready to fly away at any second. "Right. I forgot about Josh." 

"Yeah. Exactly." I snapped as I shoved my feet into my sneakers and pulled my sweatshirt on. "Look. I see this going two ways. First, you drop this bomb on me and then walk away, making us both look like assholes, or second, we discuss this like rational adults." 

He looked up at me then, and the signature Humphrey smirk was back: "Like rational adults? Okay, dad." 

I grinned back. "Well, it's true. You didn't exactly leave me any room to work through it. You just kind of ninja kicked me in the stomach with this news and instantly got all defensive without even giving me a chance. I'm not an asshole, you know. I don't just jump all over people because they're different." 

"So I am different from you." Disappointment crossed his face for a brief second, but it was quickly replaced with the stoic look I was used to see across campus. The one that didn't even bother to speak to me in all this time. 

I just rolled my eyes. "I didn't mean it like that. I just meant that I don't judge people over stupid stuff." 

He stared at me for another moment, the gears in his head were pretty much visible as he held my gaze. An unfamiliar feeling nuzzled itself into my stomach, confusing me more than the bizarre events of the evening. I actually had butterflies in my stomach. Fucking butterflies. From Matt Humphrey! 

"Let's just try and talk it out." I suggested. "I mean, there's no harm in having a conversation about all of this. I have to admit I'm a little overwhelmed by this sudden confession." 

Matt just gave me a curt nod. "Understandably so. I didn't mean to say anything. It just kind of...came out? I don't know. I had every intention of just letting it go and continuing as we were, but I don't know. Tonight just seemed like a good time to come clean." 

"It was pretty spontaneous, but I have a feeling it's not really as fresh as it seems." 

"Not really." He blushed. "But if you're willing to talk, I would absolutely love it if we could have a conversation. Preferably not while you're wearing the smallest bathing suit on earth or just boxers. It makes it a little hard to focus." 

"You're the one who blabbed in the middle of the locker room." I laughed. "Come on. We can go back to my place. Josh owes me after sexiling me tonight." 

I made my way out of the locker room, letting him trail behind me. He didn't say a word as we walked back to the senior dorms. The senior dorm was by far the best on campus, but set the furthest back from the rest of the main buildings, like the academic buildings, cafeteria, and sports complex. It was worth it though. Some wealthy alumni donated the dorm a few years back, and it is pretty damn slick. Josh and I had a perfect unobstructed view of the small lake on campus, and beyond that some rolling hills. Nothing that made you think you were on a high school campus. It felt more like a retreat or a hotel. The only thing that stood in the way was a ridiculous amount of homework. 

As we approached the front stairs, Matt actually stopped me. "We could just go to my room." He suggested. "I don't have a roommate, and that way you won't have to involve Josh in anything." 

I shrugged. "Makes sense. I just assumed you had a roommate. I figured Josh is the most laid back guy around, so he would be the best choice of a person to bother at 11 at night." 

"Student body president, remember?" He smirked. "I have a suite on the first floor without a roommate." 

"And here I was thinking you weren't a snob." I joked. Luckily, Matt also thought it was funny and gave me a little shove towards the door. 

The hallway was empty as we entered the building, so we made our way down the hall of the first floor to the end. There weren't that many rooms on the first floor because it's where the dorm assistant has their suite, and there are a few lounge areas. We could hear some music coming from the few rooms we walked by, but no actual people disrupted our walk. I did my best to control my nerves, but I was a little anxious about what was going on. Did I like Matt Humphrey now? Was I gay too? Why wasn't I more freaked out? Should I be freaked out? The list of questions went on and on. 

Matt opened a door at the end of the hallway, and I was instantly filled with jealousy. This suite was amazing. We were in a living area with a mini fridge, couch, and giant TV. The carpet was soft and plush. There was the same industrial furniture we had in our room, but it was put together a little bit nicer. There was a bedroom off the living room with what looked like a double bed, and a bathroom off the other side. He had his own bathroom! I shared with 15 other guys! Do you have any idea how gross 18 year old boys are?! 

"Wow." I said with a whistle. "You've got some nice digs." 

He just shrugged as he dropped his keys on the end table by the couch. "It's the payment I get for all the other shit I have to deal with." 

"I guess so. Not too shabby." 

"Honestly, it gets kind of boring. I had a ton of fun living with a roommate. Now it's always so quiet, sometimes I can't even hear anyone, unless music is really loud. I just feel like a spoiled prince sitting alone in his mansion while everyone else slums it." 

"Yeah, but you're not spoiled. You earned your role on your own. If you want company, just have people come over. It's not like you don't have friends." 

He scoffed as he sat down on the couch. "You know most people are just friends with me because of who my father is, right?" 

"That can't be true." 

"Come on. Everything I have is because I'm a Humphrey. It's okay. I've accepted it. I mean really, it's the only reason I even passed European history." 

I laughed but sat down on the couch as well. "Please. That class was a joke." 

"It was, but I still had a D average." 

"How is that possible?" I asked him, not believing what he was saying. That was the easiest class I had ever taken. We had a quiz every week on what we learned during that class, and no exams or papers. Everyone got an A. 

He took a deep breath. "That was how I figured out I was gay." 

Without meaning to, I let out a laugh. "Which King Henry was it?" I joked. "I mean, they were all pretty good looking." I said with a wink. 

I jumped as he chucked a cushion at me. "Shut up, you dick. It was you. I sat behind you in that class and stared at you constantly. I couldn't focus on anything else. I had always wondered why I was never really into girls like everyone else, but as soon as I saw you, I knew it was because I was attracted to guys." 

I was still for a moment, but as the rising anxiety began to simply radiate off of Matt, I began to fee bad. I needed to say something. "I don't know what to say." I finally admitted. "I've never thought about another guy like that." 

"If it helps, I haven't either. Like, I'm not attracted to Josh even though he would be someone I could actually be with. I have simply only ever wanted you. Even though you never gave me the time of day." He gave me a shy smile. "Well, until today, that is." 

I adjusted myself, slightly uncomfortable with the situation. "Josh said something about it tonight too." 

He frowned. "About what?" 

"Um. He said you watch me like a hawk." 

Matt turned bright red. "I thought I was more subtle than that, but yes, Josh knows all about it. We've talked about it more than once." 

My eyebrows must have shot to my hairline. "He knew?" 

"Yeah, but I begged him not to tell you." He blushed. "I mean, I've never had the courage to talk to you. I didn't want you to think I was some weirdo crushing from afar." 

You could have talked to me, you know." I sighed. "Maybe then this wouldn't feel so scripted." 

He chuckled. "How so?" 

"I mean, it sounds like the intro to a bad porno." I chuckled. "You know what I mean? It seems awkward and unlikely. You've never spoken to me in three and half years, but now come out that you've always had a thing for me? It's a little hard to handle." 

He looked disappointed, and I felt bad. Again. I was not equipped to handle this kind of stuff. "I get it." He mumbled: "Just please don't say anything. I don't want my father to find out through some media outlet that I can't control." 

"I would never." I exclaimed. "This is what I mean! You don't know me. You wouldn't know that I would never tell a soul about your personal business. I'm not some blabby teenage girl." 

"You just don't know what it's like to be under this kind of pressure." He fought back. "I have to maintain a certain image or my fathers position will suffer for it." 

"I do get it, actually. You think I want people to know that I'm only here because my fathers boss paid for me to be here? Of course not. I know what it's like to want to fly under the radar. I would never do anything to sabotage someone else's personal life for my own pleasure. That's just not me." 

"Sorry." He mumbled. 

"I don't know what you're getting so defensive about either." I huffed. "I never rejected you. I just said it was a bit much to take in." 

Matt's head perked up and the dullness in his eyes seemed to fade as a smile spread across his face. "You didn't?" I just shook my head. "Sorry, I just didn't know what you were trying to say and instantly felt like I should defend myself. I'm a creature of habit, what can I say." 

"Who knew Matt Humphrey was so insecure?" I joked, laughing harder at the blush that spread over his face. "I just don't really know what I'm supposed to think. Or do, for that matter." 

He nodded. "I know. I'm sorry I sprung this all on you. Honestly, I was planning on just harboring this crush on you until we graduated and went our separate ways, hoping it would fade away or whatever. But I kind of failed at that whole thing." 

"Little bit." I laughed. "But no worries. Maybe we can just kind of get to know each other and see what happens." 

"Sure." He nodded and gave me a grin. 

We hung out on that couch and talked for a bit longer, trying to get to know each other a little better, and it turned out we actually had a lot in common. Similar interests, similar habits, similar hobbies. Had we ever actually spoken, we probably could have been friends. Maybe we had missed out on each other the last few years. Only now, we seemed to have missed the friendship window and I got a feeling that Matt wanted much, much more from me than just another bro to hang out with. I have a feeling he's looking for an actual thing. An item. A boyfriend? 

While he was talking about something regarding lacrosse or whatever, I don't really know, I let my mind wander towards what I was actually agreeing to. Did I actually make a conscious decision to get to know him? Really cast aside all pressure from society and try to be with a guy? I was flattered that the most popular guy at school had this secret crush on me and all, but it wasn't something I had ever considered, so was I being a pushover by letting it happen? 

My eyes drifted down to his mouth. I had never thought about kissing a man before. I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like, what it would taste like. Matt had very pink lips, his bottom one slightly more full than the top. I wasn't sure how to tell whether they would be soft or not. I gave my own a lick, trying to assess what they would be like to give me a better idea of a guy. 

"You okay?" Matts voice interrupted by silent pondering. He was staring at me intently, an innocent look absorbing his features. He actually looked quite nice. I decided then and there that I was getting inside my own head. There was no need to be insecure of anything that was going on. 

"Yeah." I nodded. 

"What are you thinking?" He asked, concern etched on his face. "You look kind of apprehensive." 

"No." I shook my head. "I was just wondering about something." 

"Oh?" It came out as more of a question than an acceptance of fact. This was it. I needed to suck it up and see what it would be like to kiss him. If it was awful, maybe we could walk away from this awkward night as friends. If it wasn't, well, maybe he could get what he wanted. I was open to anything. 

Without further hesitation, I leaned forward and gently pressed my mouth against his. Matt jumped a bit from surprise, despite my slow ascent, but quickly adapted and adjusted himself so his lips were molded gently to mine. There was no rush, just a tender pressure that actually felt quite nice. His lips were soft and full, and fit perfectly against mine. A gentle warmth flooded through my body, and I realized I was definitely not opposed to kissing Matt Humphrey. 

After a few seconds, I pulled away. Matt had his eyes closed and was breathing slightly more rapidly than before. He slowly opened his eyes and gave me a shy smile, before wrapping one hand around my neck and pulling my head closer to his again. This time, there was no denying the Matt Humphrey I had gone to school with for so long. He was going to dominate every aspect of this situation. His hands had wrapped around me as he pulled me closer to him, his soft mouth moving continuously against mine as he held me close to him. I could feels is heart beating through both of our sweatshirts against my own chest, and grinned against his mouth when I realized how rapidly it was beating. He wasn't lying or trying to trick me. He obviously really did want me. 

Matt began to get a little more adventurous as we continued to kiss on his couch in the middle of his giant suite. Gently, he snaked his tongue out to lick along the seam of my lips before he gently nipped my bottom lip with his teeth. Having never been on the receiving end of such moves, I gasped slightly at the turn of events in my life, and Matt took advantage of the newly created opening, diving 

his tongue into my mouth. 

It was a new sensation to me, but definitely not a bad one. Matt's tongue was strong and smooth as it explored all corners of my mouth, entangling with my own tongue as we continued to make out on his couch. I lifted my own hand without even realizing it, wrapping my arm around his shoulder to pull him even closer to me before I had processed what I was doing. 

Our bodies were now pressed together, just a layer of sweatshirts between us. I could feel Matt's erection pressed against my hip, but appreciated that he was not being overly aggressive about anything. He was actually being quite gentle, showing me more affection than i had received in over a year with Sarah. It was obvious he wasn't just some horny douche trying to get his rocks off. Maybe he did really want me as much as he said he did. 




Woodbridge Academy Ch. 01



As soon as Matt pulled away from my mouth and began to press gentle kisses along my jaw line, I made the active decision to shut off my brain and just enjoy what was happening. If I was in this, I was going to be in this all the way. I let my head fall back as his mouth worked wonders on the skin of my neck, gentle nibbles followed by a soothing lick and then a soft kiss. The contrast of sting and soothing was a complete turn on, and I could feel all blood in my body rapidly heading south. My boxers and sweats did little to hide the bulge that was forming, but I once again made the decision to just let go and enjoy what was happening. 

I had been so wrapped up in my own head, analyzing every thing that was happening, that I had totally missed that Matt had shifted us and I was now laying down on my back on the couch, and Matt was hovering above me, holding himself up as he continued his sweet assault on my neck. It wasn't until his erection brushed against my own that I jumped and let out a small moan that even startled me. Matt pulled back and looked down at me, his eyes full of a lust I had never seen before. He really did want me. The power of that realization boosted my confidence, so I gently pressed my hips up, brushing our hard cocks against each other again. His eyes shot closed as he let out a gasp and slightly lost his balance above me, falling from his hands to his elbows for support. The lower center of gravity left him hovering right on top of me, practically chest to chest. Matt quickly returned to work with his mouth, pressing it to mine and kissing me deeply as his hands crept down my sides until they reached my waist. Once he did, he wasted no time pulling my sweatshirt up a few inches and letting his fingers trace the bare skin while he continued to claim my mouth with his own. 

My thoughts were swimming as I kissed him back, loving the feel of his fingertips on my bare skin. I wanted more. I wanted everything. My cock was so hard I could burst at any second, but that would be embarrassing. All I knew for sure was that Matt was turning me on in a way I had never experienced before. I can't even remember the last time I got this hard just from kissing. 

I let out a groan in protest as he pulled away just long enough to pull his sweatshirt off over his head. I laid there watching his every move as he straightened me out on the couch, my body jelly in his strong hands. He got into a better position above me, straddling my legs on the narrow couch. I was pretty impressed we hadn't fallen off yet. It wasn't exactly the biggest piece of furniture ever built, but I guess it would do. Plus, this new position allowed me to really look at Matt for the first time. He was ripped, but not in an obnoxious way. His muscles were well defined from years of playing sports, and his chest was splattered with light blond hair that matched the closely buzzed hair on his head. His hands made quick work of my own sweatshirt, yanking it over my head and tossing it to the floor. His eyes were half lidded as he gazed down on my body. I felt my cheeks heat at his slow perusal, like a lion eyeing an innocent gazelle before he pounced. His fingertips traced over my pecs and around to my shoulders before slowly working down over my abs. Like I said, I may not be the biggest guy around, but I had some definition from all those years in the pool. I took in a deep breath as his fingers got scarily close to the waistband of my sweats, not quite ready for anything like that yet. Matt didn't push though, and gently slid his hands back up until they laid flat over my pecs. He gave me a slight squeeze before sliding them around to my back and lowering his own body until he was pressed against me and I was wrapped in his arms. I feel like it should have seemed awkward, but it aroused me in a way I had never expected. Matt was treating me like I was something precious to him, and it was something I had never experienced before. Things with Sarah were always rushed before her parents got home, or I had to make curfew. There was no denying that Matt wanted to prolong this feeling as long as possible. 

When he leaned down to kiss me again, i hungrily accepted his tongue in my mouth, letting it fight with mine in a battle for dominance I was more than willing to surrender to. The bare skin of Matt's chest pressed against mine as he move over me. All of a sudden, he moaned into my mouth as he moved and his cock brushed against mine again. He pulled away from me and looked down at me as he bucked his hips slowly in the same manner. This time, I was the one who let out a moan as the friction sent tingles throughout my whole body. I had never felt anything like it before. I was rock hard and could feel that I was leaking into my boxers, so unbelievingly aroused from my first experience with a man that I was ready to explode. This was undeniably the hottest thing I had ever experienced in my life. 

Matt grinned down at me as he rocked against me again and I squeezed my eyes shut as the sensation warmed my whole body. I felt him lean over me and pull me close again as he continued to buck his hips back and forth, rubbing against me in both directions. His lips found my neck once more as I arched my hips up to match his rhythm, and we began to grind against each other on the couch. We both stiffened at the same time as we exploded in our pants, breathing deeply as our orgasms wiped us out. Matt let out a groan as he shuddered, and I could feel the warmth of his wetness through both of our pants against my leg. I'm not quite sure if I'm grossed out or proud. 

Matt collapsed on top of me as I struggled to calm my heart rate. "Well, this is not how I imagined tonight going." He chuckled as he laid pressed against my chest. His voice was muffled against my shoulder. 

I had to laugh along with him. "Yeah, I definitely didn't have this in mind when i went to the pool today either." He instantly popped up and looked like a deer in headlights. "Don't worry, it's not a bad thing." I told him. He still looked kind of rattled, so I pulled myself up and gave him a soft peck on the mouth. "Don't look at me like that. I meant to do it. Seriously. I didn't do anything I didn't want to." His sigh of relief was visible, and it actually made me laugh out loud. "Dude, you've got to lighten up." 

"Sorry, this is just not what I was expecting to come out of this spur of the moment confession. In all reality, I kind of pictured you punching me in the face and outing me to everyone on campus." 

His confession made me frown, and he must have known I was somewhat annoyed because he climbed off my lap and made room for me to sit up on the couch, and gave me a sheepish grin. "Matt." I started. "If you were that worried I would do something like that, why would you bother having a thing for me in the first place? You shouldn't waste your time on people who would do something like that." 

"Well...I just had no clue how it would go. I have spent my entire life building walls and creating the perfect facade so nothing would get back to my father and embarrass him. It's not public knowledge yet, but he's running for president in the next election. The last thing he needs is a gay son to ruin his perfect image." 

I nodded my head. That was a pretty common theme around here. Most students were related to some big wig with a reputation to uphold. I'm pretty sure that's part of the reason there was so little drama here. Everyone had too much to lose and had to walk on eggshells. "If you think being gay is a bad thing, so will everyone else." I pointed out. "It's not a bad thing. Some guys like kissing other guys. Who gives a shit?" 

Matt finally grinned. "I certainly enjoyed kissing you." 

"Eh. It was okay." I said with a wink. This whole night had been fairly surreal, but it surprisingly didn't upset me as much as I would have expected. It just felt kind of...right. 

"So what now?" Matt asked as he stretched out on the couch and plopped his feet up on the coffee table. 

"Josh should be alone by now, I should probably go finish reading for Irish lit." 

"Yeah, probably." He grinned. "Although i wouldn't mind if you stayed here a little longer." He told me with a wink. This jokey, fun version of Matt was much easier to deal with. I'm not great at dealing with varying emotions, but let's face it. I'm a guy. 

"Yeah, I bet you wouldn't." I joked right back, but still forced myself to stand up and grabbed my sweatshirt from the ground. "But seriously, now that I know I have a pop quiz tomorrow, I should probably actually read the chapter." 

"Yeah, probably a good idea." He agreed as he stood and stretched before walking towards the door with me. "Thanks for tonight. I had a great time." 

"Me too." I told him. I went to open the door, but he reached out and put his hand on my arm. When I looked up at him, he was staring at me intently. With a grin, I took my hand from the door knob and placed it on his waist instead. Matt gave me a grin before he tugged me to him and let his lips meet mine once more. 

I haven't exactly kissed a lot of girls, but I can say with 100% certainty that kissing Matt was unreal. His mouth was powerful, his tongue strong as it invaded my mouth. He knew exactly how much pressure to put on my mouth, when to let go for air. His hands snaked up and down my sides as he continued his assault on my mouth. I was hooked on his kisses, that's for sure. I had never felt anything like the surge of lust that was coursing through me as our lips worked together. And honestly, I wasn't upset about it. Something about kissing Matt just felt right. 

His pulled away and tilted forward until his forehead was pressed against mine. "Any way I can talk you into staying a little longer?" 

"I really have to read that chapter." I reminded him. 

"Okay." He reluctantly agreed. The sheepish look on his face was hard to resist, and I felt myself caving. 

"Well, I guess I could read the chapter in the morning." I relented. 

The words had barely left my mouth before Matt's hands left my waist and grabbed my head instead. His mouth was instantly all over mine in a hungry, passionate kiss unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Our teeth clashed as he worked his lips against mine, drinking me in like I was his last sip of water. Without me even noticing, he had spun us around and pushed me back until I made contact with the wall with a hard thump. Matt wasted no time assaulting my neck with his mouth as he pressed against me, holding me against the wall as he did so. The moan that left my mouth surprised even me as he held on to me with a tight grip. His hands slid from their position on my waist and around to my ass. No one had ever really fondled my ass before, but the sensation was not entirely unpleasant. In fact, it felt really, really good. Matt continued to lavish attention to the skin of my neck before he finally lifted my sweatshirt and yanked it over my head, leaving my chest open to him again. I shivered in the cool air of the room, but his hot mouth on my nipple rapidly shoved all rational thoughts from my brain. Matt didn't say a word as he licked, nibbled, and sucked on one, then moved to the other. My hands were on his shoulders, my eyes closed tightly as I rolled my head back and enjoyed the sensations coursing through my body. 

His lips met mine again, and I was in such a fog that I didn't even realize that Matt had pushed me across the living room to his bedroom. I let him blindly lead me until the backs of my legs bumped into the wooden bedframe of his neatly made bed. He grabbed my hips and tossed me gently back. As I plopped onto my back on the soft comforter, I couldn't help but marvel at how easily he tossed me across the space. I had gone a good three or four feet and it was apparently with minimal effort on his part. It was actually pretty fucking sexy. I never would have imagined that being tossed around ike a rag doll was something that would excite me. 

Matt stared down at me, his eyes swimming with lust and some other unidentifiable emotion as he looked at me. I felt my skin flush under his scrutiny, but I was never one to be embarrassed of my body. I knew that I looked pretty good for my age because of all the swimming. Just because I didn't have the brawn that the football players had did not mean I was shy about my own build. I would just like to be a little bigger. 

"You are so unbelievably sexy." He murmured, so softly I almost missed it. No one had ever called me sexy before. I could feel the flush taking over my body as the weight of his words hit me. Matt Humphrey thought I was sexy. How weird was that? If someone had told me this morning that I would be getting hot and heavy with Matt, I would have told them they were insane. Now, here I am, topless on his bed as he stared down at me like a lion eyeing its next meal. He finally lowered himself over me and I let out a gasp as his hard dick bumped into mine again. It felt amazing, and I instantly felt all the blood flowing south again. I can't remember the last time that I felt so intensely aroused, but the feeling was enough to drive a grown man to his knees. Matt's hard body pressed against mine was by far the best thing I had ever felt in my life. He let his mouth trace over my body again, exploring every inch of exposed skin. My breath caught in my throat as he trailed down my stomach, exploring each ridge of my abs with gentle licks and kisses. It was surprisingly tender actually. 

Matt didn't stop as he hit my hip bones, nibbling gently on the skin that covered the bones. But when he leaned forward and nuzzled my cock through my sweatpants, planting a soft kiss over the bulge, I almost lost it. "Fuck." I moaned out, my hips bucking off the bed. Matt glanced up at me, the lust in his gaze was absolutely mesmerizing. There was a questioning look on his face that took me a second to figure out what he was trying to figure out until he leaned a little closer. With a quick nod, he gave me a smirk before hooking his fingers into my sweats and pulling them down, bringing my boxers with them. I lifted my hips for him to get them off, a flash of fear running through me as I realized I was now completely naked in front of this guy who was virtually a stranger 4 hours ago. Once he wrapped a hand around my hard cock though, all rational thought slipped my mind and I got caught up in the feel of flesh on flesh 

In all the time that I had dated Sarah, she had never once given me head before. She thought it was gross. So when Matt wrapped his mouth around my throbbing dick, it was almost more than I could take. I had never felt such extreme pleasure in my entire life. The warm heat as his mouth worked over me was incredible, and I let out a strangled moan as Matt puled off and licked shaft, working his tongue up and down, flicking it gingerly over my head before wrapping his lips around me once more. "Fuck, that's incredible." I managed to moan out, letting my and fall to Matt's head. My fingers wrapped through his silky hair as he continued to work over me. I tried to look down at him, but the sight of him worshipping my dick was enough to make my balls ache. It was the most incredible feeling I had ever imagined in my life. Far better than sloppy sex with Sarah, and exponentially better than my own hand. This was heavenly. 

Just when I thought I was going to explode all over the place, Matt switched it up on me. He slid his mouth off of me with a "pop" that seemed to echo in his giant room. The whimper that I let out would have been embarrassing under normal circumstance, but I was too far gone to even care about it. "Don't worry." He chuckled. 

"Matt." I managed to groan out. 

My whining was not left unheard, because no sooner did I finish moaning his name before his mouth was on my balls. He softly licked the skin before pulling one side gently into his mouth. I still had one hand twirled through his hair, and the other was grasping at the comforter on his bed in an attempt to ground myself and not blow my load too quickly. I had never really been a quick draw before, but Matt had me teetering on the edge in a way that shouldn't even be legal. 

"God, that feels so good." I moaned out as his fingers wrapped around the base of my cock and gently tugged while his mouth moved back up over me and engulfed me in his warmth again. "Fuck. Fuck, Matt. That is amazing." 

I glanced down at him, surprised to see he was watching me as I writhed on his bed. I must have looked ridiculous, but who really cares? My cock was wrapped in someone's very talented mouth. There were worst things that could happen. When Matt saw I was watching him, he grinned around my cock and started up with a renewed enthusiasm. His eyes never left mine as he pressed further down until my entire shafter was in his mouth. 

"Fuck, Matt, I'm gonna cum." I managed to spit out, giving him a warning as my balls tightened and I teetered on the edge of losing all control. Matt merely tightened his grip on my thighs and sucked harder, bringing me to an orgasm like nothing I had every experienced, his name tumbling from my mouth repeatedly as I I shot jet after jet of cum into his mouth. 

BY the time I could breathe normally again, Matt had disappeared and returned, his sweatpants slung low on his hips as he gently wiped my groin with a damp washcloth. All I could manage to do was watch him as he tossed the towel in a hamper and sit on the edge of the bed beside me. His eyes were sparkling as he watched me. 

With a gentle tug, I grabbed his arm and pulled him down to me. He settled in beside me, his legs tangled in mine, the soft fleece of his sweatpants a startling contrast to my bare legs. "That was amazing." I told him softly, afraid that if I spoke too loudly, the spark between us would fizzle. He gave me a sheepish grin, and I laughed as his cheeks flushed to a light pink. "No, really." I told him as I pushed the hir off his forehead. "I think that was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced." 

"I didn't mean to get so carried away. I just couldn't help it. You are even more incredible up close." He gave me that shy smile again. "Way better than I ever imagined." 

"I'm glad I lived up to your expectations." I told him with a grin of my own. "I'd hate to disappoint you now that I know you've spent all that time thinking about this." 

Matt groaned and buried his face in my shoulder. "I can't believe I told you all that. I'm such an idiot." 

"Don't worry about it. I'm glad you finally had the courage to say something. Tonight was really fun. I'd love to hang out with you again sometime." 

Matt pulled his head back up and gave me the confident smirk I was used to seeing around campus. "Glad we're on the same page then." He chuckled. 

I laughed along with him before leaning over to give him a small kiss. Part of me didn't know what I was supposed to do. Was I supposed to suck his dick too? Jerk him off? Are we expected to have sex? I have no idea what I'm supposed to do from here. This warrants a conversation with Josh. I am so far out of my element here. I wouldn't even know what to do with myself. Or to him. 

Luckily, Matt yawned and stretched. "I have a student council meeting tomorrow after dinner, but do you want to come hang out after?" 

I sat up and stretched. "Is Matt Humphrey asking me out on a date?" I joked. "Never thought this day would come." He laughed and gave me a light smack on the top part of my ass as I went to climb off the bed. I laughed along with him at the contact but grabbed my boxers and sweats from the floor. Once I was fully dressed, I turned to find he was watching me intently. "What?" 

He shook his head. "Nothing. Just that somehow watching you get dressed was just as much of a fucking turn on as watching you get undressed." I glanced down at his lap and saw that his sweats weren't doing anything to hide his bulge. He saw me looking and stood with me. "Don't worry about it." He said softly before leaning over and kissing me. It was nothing like the frenzied kisses from before,; this time it was soft and tender kiss that seemed like the perfect way to say good night. "I want to get to know you. I don't want to rush you into anything. Maybe once we get to know each other we can form some kind of relationship, but for now, let's just see wht happens, okay?" 




Woodbridge Academy Ch. 01



"You sure?" I asked him as my fingers crept from his waist to the blge in his sweatpants. He moaned as I made contact, but pulled my hand away anyway. 

"Trust me, there is nothing I would like more thn to spend all night exploring your naked body, but we have classes tomorrow, and we have already skipped quite a few steps. Give me a chance to relly win you over." He grinned befre taking my hand and leading me to the door. Before he opened it, he gave me one more kiss and opened the door for me. "I'll see you tomorrow." He told me. 

I returned his goodbye before heading down the silent hall to the staircase. When I turned the corner to the stairs, I caught a glimpse of Matt watching me from his doorwy. I gave him a wave before heading back to my own room. The lamp by my bed was on, but Josh was out cold in his bed. It ws tpical after he saw his secret boyfriend The guy usually wears him out and then leaves. I felt a pain in my stomach as I realized that I might be getting myself intot h same situation, but shook my head to clear the negative thoughts. I grabbed my towel and took a quick shower, letting my mind wander in the warm water. Tonight's hook up with Matt was far better than anything I had ever experienced, and the last thing I was looking for. There was no way I could walk away from him, but I was nervous about making this jump. There was no doubt in my mind that he was an awesome guy, and he was clearly into me, but was I really ready to completely change my life for a little exploration? 

By the time I finished my shower and climbed into bed, I decided that I would be stupid to pass up this chance. Matt was a good guy. If it didn't work out, maybe we could at least be friends. There was no reason to cast him aside quite yet. With a grin on my face, I settled in on my bed and thought about how I had agreed to tomorrow. It was time to stop overthinking everything and just go with my gut. And my gut was telling me to run to Matt and see what he could offer me. Odds were that it would be nothing short of amazing.



Woodbridge Academy Ch. 02



Here is chapter 2 of Woodbridge Academy! Thank you for all the support from the first segment, hopefully you like this as well J 

***** 

The morning after my new adventure with Matt Humphrey, I was in a complete daze. I woke up an hour before my alarm went off, and spent the next 60 minutes staring at the ceiling wondering what at the hell I was going to do. I had certainly enjoyed my night with Matt, but I have a feeling he is not going to want just some casual hook up. He had said he had a thing for me for years. It was doubtful that he would want to just hook up now that he had been successful with me. I shook my head at how conceited I sounded, even within my own mind. He was a local star, if anything, I was the lucky one. And I had been. Memories of his mouth wrapped around my cock flooded my mind and all the blood in my body instantly flooded south. Here was no denying that it had been the best feeling I had ever experienced in my 18 years, certainly better than anything with my ex. It still amazed me that one little blowjob could make me question everything I had ever thought about myself. 

"Dude, what has you spinning out over there?" Josh's sleepy voice asked me from across the room. When I glanced over, he was sitting up in his bed, rubbing his eyes before putting on his glasses. 

"Nothing." I answered. "Just thinking." 

"Where'd you go last night? I waited up for a while, but you never came back by 11 so I went to bed." 

"No worries. I just figured I'd stay out of your hair for a while so you could enjoy your time with your mystery man." 

"Yeah. About that. You might not have to worry about that anymore." He told me as he stood and stretched. 

"What do you mean?" 

He shrugged and gave me a small grin. "I'm pretty sure we ended things last night. I told him I wanted you to know about him so I didn't have to keep kicking you out, and he got mad. It was the same routine we always go through, and I'm beginning to wonder if he's coming back this time. Normally when we have this argument, he always texts me to say that he's sorry by the time he gets back to his room, but this time, there was nothing but radio silence. But whatever." 

"I'm sorry, Josh. It's his loss. Really. You deserve someone who can appreciate you." 

He grinned. "Well, someone who appreciates me for more than my mouth and ass." 

Normally, when Josh said things like this to me, it was my cue to leave or change the subject. This time, I felt a blush creep over my face as I processed what he was saying. Was that what Matt saw me as too? A piece of ass for his own pleasure when he wanted it? I had caved pretty easily last night. He was probably giddy over the fact that it took him less than an hour to get in my pants. I was more than a little embarrassed to say that the fresh reminder made my already semi-hard dick firm up to a painfully hard level. The image of Matt looking up at me as he worshipped my dick popped into my mind before I could stop it. 

"What's wrong?" Josh asked, tilting his head as he stared at me. 

"Nothing." I muttered as I rolled back onto my side to avoid his gaze. And the likelihood that he would spot my raging boner. 

"Whatever." He chuckled. "I'm going to shower." 

As soon as Josh left the room and went to the communal bathroom, I rolled back onto my back. Hearing him talk about what happened with his guy made me worry. Would Matt want to come out? Would I have to? Do I even care about that stuff? Not really. Love is love if you ask me. Not that I think Matt loves me or anything, but he was definitely into it. Either way, it was something that warranted a conversation. If he didn't pretend I ceased to exist, that is. 

I could hear Josh singing in the shower through the wall, not a care in the world. It always amazed me that he could be so calm and relaxed, even in rough situations. He was just an overall nice guy. Kind of like Matt. He put himself out there, and once we got over the initial awkwardness of the experience, I learned he was actually a really nice guy. I had always imagined him to be a cocky son of a bitch, but he was funny, down to earth, and caring. Not exactly traits I had pictured him to have. He always seemed to be the typical, perfect high school guy. The Freddie Prince Jr of our class. He had it all, from the looks, to the brains, to the athleticism. God only knows what he saw in me. Sure, I swam, and was damn good at it, and I was pretty smart, but he was the king of the school. He could have anyone he wanted. Why would he settle on someone who flies under the radar like I do? 

I hadn't even realized that my hand had crept into my boxers until I was gently palming my cock. I was achingly hard from earlier, and now that I was playing with myself, the need to relieve the tension was even greater. Rubbing my palm over my tip that had already begun to weep. I knew I didn't have much time, limited to however long Josh was in the shower, but I had to do something about this. Closing my eyes, I moved my hand, wet with my own juices, and began to pump up and down. I let myself imagine it was Matt sliding his hand over me, rubbing his rough palm over my shaft, teasing the tip as he went. Once again, the mental image of Matt laying between my legs filled my mind and I let out a strangled moan as I relished in the feeling of flesh on flesh. I began to work my hand faster, feeling my balls tense up in that familiar ache that every guy loved so much. The image of Matt swallowing my cum was my undoing, and I erupted all over my hand with a groan. 

There was no denying it now. I was hot for Matt Humphrey. 

I I had already cleaned myself up and tossed my shirt in our laundry hamper without a second thought when Josh came back into the room, towel wrapped around his waist. "You'd better hurry up, Jay. You only have 20 minutes to breakfast." 

Quick glance at the clock confirmed what he had told me, so I grabbed my towel and headed to the shower myself, scrubbing off any traces of my self love before I washed my hair and headed out. Josh was already dressed, so I quickly pulled on my school uniform and headed out with him. There was already quite a bit of life o the campus, even so early in the morning. Classes didn't start until 9 for us, but there was a breakfast that started at 8 if you wanted it. Some people kept food in their rooms, but I liked to go and get a variety, and it gave me a chance to catch up on work. Speaking of which, I still have to finish that chapter before Irish lit second period. 

I had just settled down with a tray and my book when Josh plopped next to me, slamming his tray in the process and huffing as he opened his orange juice. When I looked up, I saw that his face was all red. He looked pissed. "What's wrong?" I dared to ask. 

He shook his head and focused on his cereal, stabbing at the bowl as if they offended him. When a bit of milk splashed onto his blazer, he tossed his spoon to the table. "Fuck!" He wiped at his blazer angrily, so roughly I swore he was going to put a hole in it. "Nothing." He told me. "It's just...well, some guys are just assholes." 

"Did someone say something to you?" I asked him, glancing over at the buffet line. No one seemed to be looking our way. I had been so engrossed in my reading that I hadn't noticed Josh talking to anyone. If someone had been messing with him, I would have put an end to it immediately. I have zero tolerance for bullying, especially in such a small setting like our school. "Josh, seriously. What happened?" 

When he finally looked up, his eyes were rimmed red, and he looked legitimately upset. "Nothing like that, Jason. You can calm down." He chuckled, even though it had a dark humor behind it. "I just had a pretty bad conversation. I don't understand how I got myself into this mess. I am proud of who I am, and I can't imagine what it would be like to not have that same level of satisfaction that I am who I am and I'm okay with it, you know?" 

"Does this have to do with your secret boyfriend?" I asked him, glancing around. I still had no clue who it could be. "You don't deserve to be someone's dirty secret, Josh. You're a great guy. Some day, a really wonderful gay guy will realize that, and you won't have to deal with these closet cases anymore." 

"I mean, I just don't get it. He is gay, and there's no denying that. He certainly loved sucking my dick last night. Straight guys don't do that." He muttered. 

"No, they don't." I felt my ears burning. There's no way they enjoy a guy sucking their dick either, I thought to myself. "Look, it will all work out. If it's meant to be, he will come around. Don't let yourself get all worked up over it. Some asshole who is going to treat you like shit is not worth your time and effort. And some guy who is going to taunt you in the breakfast line when he's too chicken shit to confront people is definitely not worth your time. You're the best guy I know, and someone else will realize it as well soon enough." 

"You're right." He agreed. "I am probably just overreacting. But I just overheard him telling his friends about how he was banging some girl in her dorm room last night, and that's why he didn't want to go hang out with his friends. He called me a girl, Jay. How fucked up is that? If you're going to lie about where you were, don't bring me into it." 

"Yeah, that's bullshit." I agreed. It royally pissed me off as well. Josh was a great guy, and definitely didn't deserve to be treated this way. 

Josh managed to mellow out a little bit, while I finished reading the chapter for class. Hopefully I actually retained enough after all the distractions I had while trying to get through it. It was a pretty easy read compared to what I have had to read compared to other classes. Once I was done, I saw I only had a few minutes until the bell rang, so I said my goodbyes to Josh and made my way to the bathroom before calculus. 

I was just washing my hands when I heard the door shut behind me. One look up in the mirror, and I saw that it was Matt coming in. "Hey." I greeted him with a grin. "How's it going?" 

"Hey." He returned. "Sorry for being creepy, but I saw you heading this way and thought I would say hi." 

"It's not creepy." I told him, thinking about my own creepy moment when I jerked off to the thought of him before getting out of bed. "I'm glad you did." 

"Oh, really?" He asked with a smirk. 

"Yeah." I moved closer to him, both of our hands finding their way to the other's waist. 

"Why's that?" 

"Because this way I get to start my day off with this." I told him, leaning forward and pressing my mouth to his. Matt wasted no time returning the kiss, bringing his hands up to my back and pulling my tightly to his body. I could feel him starting to get aroused as his tongue pressed into my mouth, and I moaned softly as his tongue explored every crevice. 

"What was that for?" He breathed out as he pulled away, pressing his forehead to mine. 

"No reason." I told him, slightly out of breath after the heated make out session. "it just seemed like the right thing to do." 

"I have to agree with you on that one." He said with a smile. "Did you finish reading?" He asked as he pulled away and casually leaned against the counter. The boring school uniform looked like it was designed for him. Where mine hung off my lean features, Matt's broad shoulders filled out the blazer perfectly. He was freshly ironed, tucked in, and his tie was perfectly tied. I guess growing up in the spotlight had required him to be so perfectly presented, but it made me feel like a frumpy cow next to him. I don't think I would even know how to operate an iron if I tried. 

"Yeah, I just finished at breakfast. Finally able to overcome the 9000 distractions that have come up." 

"Sorry about that." 

"No, you're not." I grinned. 

My grin was returned. "You're right. I'm not sorry at all." The bell went off, so I picked up my bag from where I had left it. "so..." He started off sheepishly before I made my way out the door. 

"So?" I stopped and turned to face him. "What's up?" 

"I don't have your phone number. Do you think we could trade?" He was so shy about it, it was probably one of the nicest things I had ever seen. All the girls I had been involved with had been amazingly self assured, and this sweet, shy side of Matt was really winning me over. 

"That's probably a good idea." I handed him my phone to put his number in, while I did the same to his, handing it back just as the second warning bell went off. "We should get going." I reminded him, 

He leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on my mouth, before reaching behind me and opening the door. "I'll be in touch about later." He told me, and left me behind in the bathroom. With a shake of my head, I composed myself and left the bathroom as well, my stomach a flutter with a variety of emotions I didn't know how to handle. 

Luckily, the day passed by without drama, minus the pop quiz in my lit class, which I luckily aced thanks to the warning that it was coming. Getting in the pool at the end of the day was always a relief, so by the time swim practice came around, I was ready to get wet. I was captain along with another senior that I really only knew from the swim team. He was in a lower level of classes so we never really interacted much during the day, but he was a powerhouse in the pool, and we managed to get along pretty well. After practice, Josh and I were getting dressed beside each other in the locker room when we could hear some other guys on the other side of the locker room. I instantly picked out Matt's voice, and the voice of another guy from the football team, Adam Simmons. 

"Well, it sounds like you had a fun night, then." We overheard Matt say. 

"It was awesome. Jane is amazing in bed. Absolutely blows my mind every time I see her." Adam told him, not even trying to control the volume of his voice. Josh had tensed beside me, and all of a sudden, everything clicked. Maybe Adam was the one that Josh had secretly been seeing? Adam was the son of a senator, a huge jock, and one of the more popular guys at school. Josh had also mentioned that he was bragging about hooking up with a girl last night at breakfast. That was exactly something Adam would do. He was not exactly the nicest guy in our class, in my own opinion, but that didn't mean that Josh didn't like him. "I'm telling you man, she has a mouth like a hoover." 

"I have to go." Josh muttered. "I'll see you back in the room." He slammed his locker shut and stormed out of the locker room, letting that door slam behind him as well. There was no denying it now—Josh was definitely the Jane that Adam was talking about. What a dick. 

"Sounds great." Matt told him. I was curious to see what he would have to say about his night. He had mentioned that he didn't want to come out, but part of me was hoping he would be kind of honest about how he spent the night. 

"What'd you do? The guys said that you didn't answer any texts all night." Adam asked him. 

"I went into the city to have dinner with Michelle." Matt told him. 

"Oh, yeah." Adam laughed. "So you must have gotten lucky too." 

"Naw." Matt told him with a laugh. "Michelle and I aren't like that. You know we're just friends." 

"But she's a fucking smoke show!" Adam whined. I struggled to contain my snicker. Clearly Adam didn't care how hot Michelle was if he was hooking up with Josh. I never understood guys who weren't proud of who they were. It only proved my suspicions right—Josh could definitely do better than this asswipe who would openly lie about him to everyone in sight. 

"I've known her since we were kids. I'm just not into her." Matt told him. "And we just had dinner. Then I ran into Jason Murphy on the train and we hung out for the night." 

"Since when are you friends with Murphy?" Adam asked, and I could practically picture him cocking his head to the side in confusion. Adam was definitely the type who only got to go here because of who his father is. 

"He's a cool guy." Matt defended me, and I felt the grin creep over my face. Feeling like a creep for listening to their conversation, I finished getting my stuff together and went to make my way back to the dorm. "It was fun. There's no harm in getting to know other people." With a full smile on my face, I left the locker room. I went by the cafeteria and grabbed a couple of boxed dinners for myself and Josh before I headed back to the dorm. It was only 5, so I still had plenty of time to get some work done before I could hang out with Matt. Just because I had already gotten into school doesn't mean that I could slack off. I had a valedictorian spot to defend. 

Josh was laying on his bed staring at the ceiling when I got to the room. His headphones were on, but I could hear the music blaring from across the room. He didn't even budge when I walked in, and I questioned if he even saw me come in. I tossed his dinner box onto his lap, and he finally jumped in acknowledgement that I was there. "Hey." He said as he shut his music off. 

"Hey." I returned before pulling my desk chair over closer to his bed. As I plopped down in it, I looked at Josh, watching him poke hi dinner around in disinterest. "Don't let Adam get you down." I told him. "He's not worth it." 

Josh looked up in shock. "I guess I gave it away, huh?" I just nodded. "He's not really an asshole." He defended him. "He is actually pretty nice when it's just the two of us, or I would never tolerate him. He has a front that is obnoxious, but I swear he is really kind. He's been good to me. Other than the refusing to come out thing, things between us are really great. It's just the one fight." 

"I believe you, Josh, but I don't want to see you upset like this. It freaks me out when you're down." He just gave me a giant grin. "I mean it. He's an ass for talking about you like you're a girl, but it's his own insecurities. Quite frankly, he's an idiot for not wanting to stake his claim on you." 

"Oh, he stakes his claim on me. Quite a few times, actually." He wiggled his eyebrows at me. I just grinned. Josh could be so stupid. "There's something different about you." He frowned. "You didn't make the face." 

'What face?" 

"The face you always make when I talk about sex." 

I just shrugged. 'Whatever. It's not a big deal." 

Josh put his dinner down and stared at me. "Seriously. Who the hell are you?" 

The silence that lingered between us was as awkward as we have ever been. I was torn between telling him and keeping Matt's secret a little longer. Finally, I caved under the heavy weight of the silence on my shoulders. "I hooked up with Matt Humphrey last night." I admitted. 

Josh jumped off the bed in a heartbeat. "I knew it!" He exclaimed. "Son of a bitch! I was right! When you didn't come home last night before I fell asleep, I knew there was something up. You totally got some! Tell me everything." 

I felt the blush creep over my entire body. I probably resembled a lobster at this point. "It's not a big deal." 

"I want to know everything." Josh whined. 

I relented and gave him the gory details. Josh hung on to my every word like a giddy school girl as I told him all about the train, the locker room, his room, the hook up, the bathroom this morning. Everything he wanted. Josh was grinning hysterically through the entire thing, even chuckling as I told him certain parts. 

"I knew he had a thing for you." He confessed. "Matt told me one day when he was absolutely hammered after a bonfire. He wanted me to introduce the two of you, but he came to me the next day and said he didn't think he could go through with it because he didn't want to have to see you every day if you rejected him." Josh stretched. "So when are you seeing him again?" 




Woodbridge Academy Ch. 02



"He's supposed to text me when he gets back from student council today. And I think he has to go to dinner for that, so probably in a couple hours. I figured I would do some homework before I went over there." 

"So did you do anything to him?" Josh dared to ask as he picked up the trash from our dinner boxes and tossed it in our trashcan. 

I just shook my head. "It was only the kissing, and the rubbing. I don't really know how to do anything else. Not to a guy at least." 

"Do you want to?" 

"I don't know. I never really thought about it." 

He just rolled his eyes at me. "Do you think You'll be top or bottom? I totally can't picture you on top of Matt Humphrey. He's a total alpha dog. I'm sure he has to have total control. Oh, I can't wait to hear all the juicy gossip. This is going to be great." 

"I hadn't really thought about that." I blushed. "I have never thought about sex with another guy. It was never really on my radar until last night. Well, except for all the shit you tell me that I never want to hear." 

"God, watch a porno or something!" Josh laughed. "What time is it? I have to go to the library with my AP chem study group at 6." 

"You'd better get moving. It's already 6:15." I told him with a laugh. 

"Shit!" He grabbed his bag and shoved his feet in his shoes. "I'll see you later. Have fun tonight." He called as he ran out the door, leaving me to bask in the silence behind him. 

Dumping the contents of my backpack out and checking my planner, I realized I really didn't have anything due the next day, which was a huge relief. I settled onto my bed with my AP bio textbook to study for the exam we were having next week. It was my favorite class of the semester, since I was going to school to be a bio major and hopefully go pre-med, so the work wasn't too bad to me. 

It didn't take too long reading about chlorophyll before my mind started to wander to what Josh had said. He had just given me a whole new rise of things to stress me out. Was he trying to torture me before I saw Matt tonight? I swear, sometimes Josh was worse than the tazmanian devil with the way he stirred up a shit storm and then disappeared. But in his defense, how stupid could I have been? Of course the natural progression of things would be to have sex. Isn't that what people did when they started to hang out and hook up? I mean, I had known the guy for a matter of hours before I let him put my dick in his mouth. That couldn't be a good thing. I pulled out my laptop, curious to see what Josh had been talking about. I had no idea what I wanted out of this, but I was pretty sure that Matt would never want to be on the bottom. He was just so big and...big. I wasn't fooled by the fact that our sweatpants were in between us last night. I know exactly how large he was and it was fear inducing, to say the least. 

Even though I knew Josh had left the room, I jumped out of bed and made sure our room door was locked. Couldn't exactly count on people staying away. This was the time that people were the most social. People either went to dinner or hung around the dorm and consulted each other for homework or worked together on projects. Practices were always over, and everyone just got to kind of chill after he school day. The unfortunate part about living at school is that you had no escape from classes or classmates, but the fun part of living without parents around seemed to make up for it. Once I knew I was safe, I climbed back onto my bed and grabbed the computer again. I went to my favorite porn site and found the list of favorite categories, chuckling when I realized I was straying so far from my comfort zone, but I took a deep breath and clicked on the gay tab. I blindly clicked on a link to a video and tried to watch it. 

I gave it a few minutes to figure it out, and what I ultimately concluded was that watching a hardcore porn video was never going to help me. If anything, I was more freaked out than before I started. Maybe I should just have a conversation with Josh and let him tell me what I needed to in order to keep Matt happy. Hopefully, it wasn't what I had just watched. The poor guy on the bottom looked like he was about to get ripped in half, and his moans sounded anything but pleasurable. In fact, they sounded downright painful, like he was being tortured. His arms were tied to a bedframe at an angle that looked impossible, unless you were a performer for Cirque du Soleil—which I am definitely not. That definitely wasn't what I wanted. I can't imagine that's what Matt wants either, but then again, I barely know him. Maybe he was a closet sadist. Do sadists hang out at high schools? This is definitely not what I signed on for. Not even a little. I slammed my laptop closed and shoved it away from me, completely freaked out now. 

My mini panic attack was interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door. I reluctantly dragged myself over to open it, shocked to find Matt's face standing there. "I thought you were going to text." I muttered. 

"Um. Sorry? I saw Josh on his way to the library while I was coming back from dinner and he told me you were up here. I thought I would be nice and come up here." The tips of his eyes were beginning to turn pink, but it was anything but adorable this time. "You okay? You seem a little...skittish?" 

"I'm fine." I snapped. 

He jumped slightly at my tone. "Okay. Do you still want to hang out?" 

"I don't think this is a good idea anymore. You should probably go. Sorry." I told him, ready to shut the door. There was no way I was in any condition to get into something like this. 

"What are you even talking about?" He asked, confusion etched in his features. "I don't get it. What happened?" I stared intently at a spot on the floor, willing him to just walk away and end all of this. "Jason? There's clearly something bothering you. Why don't you just tell me what it is?" 

I sighed. He was hard to say no to. "Fine. But come inside. We don't need everyone knowing what's going on." 

"Okay." He walked past me into the room, eyeing me cautiously as he stood in the middle of the room. My and Josh's room seemed pathetic after being in his luxury suite, and Matt looked incredibly out of place standing there. He was far too put together for the chaos of our room, or the overall craziness of our friendship. There was a reason we had never crossed paths before, and it was because we had absolutely nothing in common. "What's going on, Jason? You were fine this morning. What's with the cold shoulder now?" He finally dared to ask. 

"Nothing. I told you, I just don't think this is the best idea." 

"Okay, I can respect that, but you haven't exactly given me an explanation. I'd be happy to just call it a day if you can just tell me why you are acting like a skittish freak when you were all over me this morning in the bathroom." His jaw had se in a firm line, and he clearly meant business. I attempted to hold his gaze, but the hard stare he was shooting my way was just not working in my favor. This is why he was top of the heap. His presence alone could dominate a room, and despite the fact that we were in my room, he still had total control. How did he even manage that? "Seriously? You have nothing to say? Unbelievable, Jason." He finally broke the palpable silence. "Fine. If that's what you want, so be it." He set his jaw in that firm line again, and I realized exactly what he was doing. He had grown up in the DC spotlight, completely unable to feel comfortable with who he was. That was only going to get worse once his father ran for president. He had finally felt confident enough to approach me, and I was shutting it down. I didn't want to be responsible for that. He had taken a chance, and I was being a freak show over nothing. 

"Alright." I sighed. "I may or may not be freaking out a little bit." 

He raised one eyebrow and finally, the serious face gave way to the grin he had last night. It was unlike his normal smile that he had worn around school. This one seemed more relaxed, at ease, less forced. It was just easy, and kind of comforting. In a way, it kind of reminded me of Josh. When we had met freshman year, Josh was so friendly and easy to be around. He was just so happy. It made me happy that Matt would wear such an easy smile around me. Maybe it meant he'd et some walls down and we could actually be friends. Or whatever. "You think?" He laughed. "What's going on?" 

I plopped myself down on my bed, letting my head crash against the wall. "Ow." I muttered as I rubbed my head. Shaking it off, I turned to face him. "Well, I kind of told Josh about what was going on. Don't worry, he won't say anything." I assured him. Matt just waved it off, so I continued. "Either way, he started asking about...stuff. I got curious, figured I'd do some research, and got a little freaked out. I just never pictured any of this, so I wasn't exactly mentally prepared for what I found. What I do know, however, is that there is no way that's happening." 

Matt moved over and sat on m bed, pushing his back up against the wall, leaving some space between us. "Stuff? What kind of stuff?" 

I squirmed, definitely not comfortable with this conversation. "Um. Well. Sex stuff." 

I could feel my cheeks burning, but I willed myself to keep my eyes on his. He just nodded. "So you did research?" I nodded in agreement, and he just laughed. "You watched porn, didn't you?" 

"Why is that funny?" 

"You haven't learned that porn isn't real yet, Jason? Instead of a blonde with big breast bouncing up and down on a guy and fake moaning, it'll be a guy. It's scripted and ridiculous. What did you watch?" I grabbed my laptop and showed him the video. He watched about two minutes of it before laughing and shutting it again. "Jason, that was probably the worst thing you ever could have watched." 

"So that's not what you like?" 

"What? The thought of tying you up and torturing you? No. That has never been something I have thought about. Some guys like the rough stuff, but quite frankly, it does nothing for me. Why would you even start here?" 

"I just clicked randomly." 

"Yeah. Clearly." He laughed, shaking his head. He closed my laptop and leaned over to place it on my desk. "Look. I get that maybe things went a little fast last night, but you have to know that I'm not a fool. I'm not going to try to convert you, or force you into anything you don't want. I thought we had a good time, but if you aren't into it, then it'll stop. We'll be friends." 

"Is that would make you happy? Being friends?" 

"Of course not." He gave me a soft smile. "I've spent over two years pining for you. I can't even tell you how many times I thought about how this situation would go, but if being friends is what you want, then that's what we'll do. I'm not going to force you into anything." 

I was silent for a minute as I pondered his words. "So you're not going to tie me to a bed and rip me apart?" 

"Only if you want me to." He winked. It was enough to break up the tension in the room, and I was finally able to relax. "But really, I wouldn't ever do anything you weren't comfortable with. If you ever want to know what I like, just talk to me. Don't turn to porn, especially no rough, BDSM porn. That's just not me. I mean, honestly? That was probably one of the more disturbing videos I have seen, and I only made it through twenty seconds. I can see how it freaked you out, but I promise, that is not on my radar." 

"Okay." I breathed out. "I just got really freaked out trying o figure out if that's how it always is, but Josh asked if I would be the bottom or top, and I had no idea what he meant so I looked it up." 

"Well, it's definitely not happening tonight, so there's no need to worry about it." He told me gently, placing a hand on my knee. He lightly squeezed it, and even though it was through my uniform pans, I stifled a moan at the feel of his hand on my body. Blood flooded to my groin, and I found myself starting to get turned on from the simplest form of contact. Matt had me under some sort of spell, and for some reason, his touch affected me more than any contact with girls prior to him ever had. "When the time comes—if it comes—we will just go with whatever feels right." He gave my knee a squeeze before he let go and straightened up. "Does that sound reasonable to you?" 

"So you don't have some expectation about what you want from me?" 

His cheeks turned a bright pink. "I didn't say that. I have imagined pretty much every possible scenario. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want to fuck you since the first time I saw you bend over in front of me in history. Not that I want to pressure you or anything-I just don't want to rush into anything with you. I actually want to get to know you, you know." 

"Okay." I nodded. 

"You can tell me when you're freaking out, though. I get that I kind of threw you for a loop, so if you are stressed out about anything that is going on between us, I'm more than happy to talk it out. I don't want this to end before it even started because you were afraid to talk about what is going on. It's a big deal. I had two and a half years to think about all this, while you only had a day to figure stuff out. It's okay if you're nervous about stuff. I won't take it personally, I promise." 

"Okay." I agreed. I sounded like a broken record, for crying out loud. Time to pull my weight in this conversation. "I guess that makes sense, and is actually really nice of you. I guess I just assumed you'd want to just jump into something and that'd be it. Like...you already blew me. I feel like that is moving pretty fast." 

He grinned. "Not as fast as I would really like to go, but I'm trying really hard to think with the right head, if you know what I mean." I just rolled my eyes at him, not even dignifying that with a response. "If you're really curious about stuff, we can absolutely talk about things. I'd be happy to tell you whatever you want to know." 

"Like a gay yoda?" I teased him. 

"Exactly like that." He smirked. "I had no idea you were so stupid. I might have to reconsider my taste in men." 

"I don't think you could do much better." I grinned. 

"You're absolutely right about that one." He smiled gently, before leaning forward and letting his lips land on mine. Just like this morning, I melted into him instantly. His lips were soft, softer than I would ever imagine for a guy's lips to be. He was using just the right amount of pressure, and I allowed myself to get lost in the feeling of our mouths working as one. As my eyes squeezed shut, Matt's hand crept around to cradle my neck, pressing our mouths even closer. His tongue ran along the seam of my mouth, and who was I to deny him anything? I eagerly let my mouth fall open and allowed his tongue entrance. Our tongues tangled together as he explored my mouth, all the while holding me close to him. 

When he finally broke free for air, I was officially stunned into silence. Every time he kissed me, it left me a breathless, quivering mess. It was amazing. Life altering. Incredible. All of it. 

"You're adorable when you blush like that." Matt whispered as his forehead pressed against mine. I could feel his breath warm on my face, and it felt nice. I don't think I have ever thought of someone's breath as nice in the past 18 years of my life. 

"I don't think I have ever been called adorable in my entire life." I chuckled. "Not to mention by a guy." 

"Guy, girl, dog, whatever. You're adorable. You have this boy next door look to you. I love it. Find it sexy as hell, actually. You're the only guy I have ever really been attracted to, but damn it, I am so drawn to you I can't stand it sometimes." He whispered. 

"You could have anyone." I whispered back, afraid to break this connection between us, this unidentifiable chemistry that was the most amazing thing I could have imagined. Gay, bi, curious—I don't care what I am. There was no labeling the attraction I felt with Matt Humphrey. Just kissing him had me more turned on than I had ever been in my entire life, and the fact that it didn't scare me was what scared me. 

"I want you." He whispered back before forcefully kissing me again. He gently guided me until I was laying down across the bed, leaving me in a vulnerable position that I both loved and hated—loved that it felt so fucking good, and hating that I had no ide what was going to happen. I wasn't used to being treated like I was delicate, and it made me feel vulnerable in a way I had never felt before in my life. 

Matt fully straddled over my hips, staring down at me as he moved gracefully over me, despite his impressive size I let out a slight moan when his erection brushed nestled in between my legs, seeming like a perfect fit. He leaned down and began to trace lazy circles with his tongue over my neck, crossing over any exposed skin above the color of my uniform shirt. His tongue dipped in the notch at the base of my neck before moving over to the other side. It was sensual and magnificent, and was making me harder than I had ever imagined being possible. I pressed my hips up in an attempt to brush against him like we had last night, but he wasn't having it this time. His fingers were tracing along the top of my pants as he teased my neck, until he finally slid his fingers into the belt to undo it. By the time he had my pants undone, I was so hard I could burst, and was actually kind of worried that I would at some point if he ever touched me. 

But he never did. Instead, he planted a chaste kiss on my mouth and sat up. "You're so fucking hot." He breathed out as he slid his hands along my chest. "You have no idea how badly I want you." 

"Show me." I whispered. My voice came out so heavy with lust, it even startled me. Matt gave me a crooked smile and laughed. 

"You're so funny." He told me, before he climbed off me, leaving me feel cold and confused. "I want to show you something." He told me, pulling me up off the bed before I had time to protest. His brute strength never ceased to amaze me. "But we have to go to my room." 

"Okay?" Okay? It seemed to be the word of the day today. Heaven forbid I put that private school education to good use. 

"Do you want to change first?" He offered, and I thought that was weird, but a quick glance down reminded me I had changed back into my uniform after swim practice. I gave Matt a quick nod and changed into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt as quickly as I could. Once I was ready, I followed him down to his room. It had quieted down a little in the dorm, but people were still roaming the hallways. Matt said hi to a few people as we were walking down the hall. He was like the mayor, waving at the people he didn't actually communicate with. It was incredible. He has the same power over people that his father did, and it was incredible to watch. By the time we reached his room, I was in awe at just how different we were. Only two or three people greeted me and I wasn't exactly a loner. The safety of his room made everything disappear, though, because once the door was shut, Matt had me pressed face first against the wall as he coated the back of my neck with kisses. It still amazed me that his lips were so soft. My dick throbbed in my pants as he reached to my sides and found my hands, pressing them forward until my palms were pressed against the walls, his hands covering mine, fingers slightly intertwined. He front was pressed against my back, and I could feel his own erection pressed firmly against my ass, so closely I could feel him pulsing against me. I turned my head slightly, and thankfully Matt got the hint, kissing me deeply, despite the awkward angle. He slowly rocked his hips against mine, wedging himself against me with each thrust, setting me wild with each press of his hard dick against me. One hand slid down the back of my hand, pulling it from the wall. The weight of his body caused me to fall into the wall on the other side, now completely unbalanced. He swiftly caught me with his leg, wedging it against my thighs without breaking our kiss. 




Woodbridge Academy Ch. 02



I jumped slightly as he took my hand and manipulated it until I was holding onto his tight forearm, but that surprise rapidly turned to moans as his hand slid into the front of my sweats and wrapped around my throbbing cock. I can't remember the last time I was so turned on from just the feeling of a hand on me, but that was quickly forgotten as he began to slide his palm up and down over my bulge from inside my boxers. He wrapped his palm around my head, using the precum dripping out me as lubrication as he began to pump at a very generous speed. 

"Fuck." I moaned as I tore my mouth from his and rested m forehead against the wall. "Please don't stop." 

He chuckled. "Not a chance in hell." His voice was practically dripping with lust, and I felt my cock jump in his hand as the deep tones of his voice resonated through my brain. With his free hand, he pulled me from the wall long enough to turn me around, never breaking his rhythm on my cock as he pumped steadily. I knew it was a matter of time until I exploded, but I was in too deep to even care that I might come across as a quick draw. Matt pulled my pants and boxers down a little further so that he could move his hand more easily, never letting the pace waver as he kissed me. Gone were the sweet and tender kisses. They had been replaced with kisses dripping with arousal and need. 

"Matt." I moaned out. "I'm so close." 

He didn't even miss a beat, dropping quickly to his knees and wrapping his mouth around the head of my dick as his hand continued to pump around the shaft. His free hand roamed under my t-shirt and flattened out over my stomach before wrapping around to my waist. He gripped me gently as I felt my balls tighten, and with a gasp and a moan, I exploded into his mouth. It felt like I was cumming for days, each rope more powerful than the last, until I was completely spent, standing against the wall, panting. "Holy shit. You are so good at that." I whispered. He hadn't given up on my cock, sucking the last remnants of cum that dribbled out before he licked the whole shaft. He had a small amount on the side of his lips, but before I could say anything, he scooped it off with his finger and sucked it off like it was ice cream. The sight of that alone nearly made me cum in my pants all over again. "Was that what you wanted to show me?" I joked. 

He gave me a smirk before climbing up off his knees. "No. I just couldn't resist. I just feel better here. I know Josh wouldn't care if we do anything, but there is definitely less privacy upstairs and well, I want you all to myself. Who wouldn't? You taste absolutely delicious." 

I chuckled, absolutely mortified. Yet, despite his comment, I couldn't help but revel in the passion or intimacy I felt at this moment. Matt had a way of making me shake with need, and I found myself wondering how long he would be okay with me not reciprocating. Then, it startled me as I realized, I want to reciprocate. No guy I know likes a pillow princess, so I'm assuming guys don't like guys like that either. Maybe it was time to start giving something back. If I couldn't handle it, I needed to let Matt know before we got in too deep. 

I don't even know who I am anymore. 

"You okay?' He whispered as he pulled me close to him. "You look a little freaked out." 

"Just thinking." I told him. 

"About the top and bottom stuff again?" He asked. 

"Kind of." 

"Okay?" He gently prodded. 

I sighed. "I guess I just don't know what I'm supposed to do to you." 

He just gave me a small, yet understanding, smile. "Whatever you want. I told you I'm not going to force you into anything. I meant that." He leaned forward and gave me another one of those kisses tat made me feel sexy, and I melted into him. I knew Matt wouldn't care, but I did. I needed to try something. Anything at all. His tongue swam in my mouth, drowning me with the passion he clearly felt for me as well. At least this attraction I felt wasn't unrequited. 

"We need to move out of the doorway eventually." Matt chuckled when we finally came up for air. He took my hand and led me to the couch. With a gentle nudge, he pushed me onto the comfortable sofa that was way too nice for a high school student, but I wasn't about to complain. "Stay here for a second." He instructed me before moving to the other side of the room. He pulled a water bottle out of the mini fridge and a lime, so I watched curiously as he opened it and sniffed it before slicing the lime and then coming back to the couch. When he settled in, he was sitting way closer than he had the last time we sat here together. He unscrewed the top of the water bottle and handed the bottle to me before giving mea lime slice and putting the rest on the table. He must have read my expression, because he laughed at me. "It's tequila." He told me. 

"Oh?" 

He nodded. "Yeah. I have a feeling it will help you with what I want to show you." 

"Okay..." I was still confused, but decided that it would be better to just go along with whatever he had planned. "DO you have any salt." 

He shot me a smug grin that hit me like a punch in the stomach. "Kind of." 

"Kind of?" 

He tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck to me. "Kind of." He repeated. "Lick." He instructed, and who was I to deny him? I decided to give it my all and gave his neck the sultriest lick I could manage. Matt breathed out heavily, but was still able to sprinkle a small packet of salt over the skin of his neck. I go the hint and licked him again, holding his head in my hand and making sure I dragged my tongue all the way to the spot behind my ear where I was extremely sensitive. Matt apparently was as well, because he shuddered slightly when I got the last of the salt from there. I took a large gulp from the bottle before sucking the lime slice he handed me. I had no sooner swallowed than Matt dove on me, kissing me deeply as if he was trying to get the tequila back. "That was so much fucking sexier than I thought it would be." He breathed against my mouth, planting a chaste kiss before he pulled away. He pulled away, leaving some space between us. "So I thought that I would show you my favorite porn, since you seem to be struggling. I figured if we watched it together, we could figure out what makes you uncomfortable, and what makes you curious. Together. I want to enjoy this together. Not me on my own. I want you to love it as much as I do, but I don't want to force you into it." 

I swear, I think my heart skipped a beat. It was the most considerate thing I could ever imagine. I smiled at the irony of it all. Who would ever think that watching porn was romantic? "That sounds like a good plan." I told him. 

He actually looked surprised. "Really? Wow. I didn't think you'd go for it. I just thought it might help with some of your questions, and then you won't have to have conversations with Josh about it. I 'm not gonna lie, I don't love the thought of you going to him with questions about sex." 

"Are you jealous of Josh?" I asked. I didn't mean it in a bad way, it was just interesting. 

"I guess I just want us to be close." He confessed. "I missed out on a lot of years with you because I was too shy to talk to you. I don't want to waste more time." 

"You're a really sweet guy." I told him, loving the fact that I made him blush. 

"Anyway." He changed the subject. "Do you want to watch in the bedroom or out here? Either is fine with me." 

I glanced at the door to the hallway. "Um." 

"It's more private in the bedroom but I don't want you to think I'm being presumptuous." 

"No, it's not that. Well, okay, it is. Is that okay with you?" 

"Sure." He stood and reached out his hand to me. Not sure what he was expecting, I put my hand in his. 

And I swear, I felt an electric spark travel through my body at the small contact. Maybe it was the intimacy of holding hands. I don't know what it was, but I loved it. 

Matt gestured for me to get settled in on the bed, so I propped myself up against the headboard while he fiddled around with a DVD. The TV in here was actually bigger than the one in the living are, so I guess it made more sense to watch it in here anyway. "You sure you're okay?" He asked me as he sat down beside me. "If you don't like the idea, that's fine. I just wanted to ease your anxiety a little." 

I shook my head. "I'm fine. This is what I was going for earlier anyway." 

"Okay." He picked up the remote and pressed play. "I like this because it seems the most like what I want.' He told me. "Like, what I've always pictured with you." 

I gulped. "Well, that's some pressure." 

"No pressure. We will do what ever you want. I promise." 

"I know." I told him. Taking a chance, I put my hand down on top of his. Without a word, he flipped his hand over so hos palm was pressed against mine and let our fingers intertwine. It was like my first movie date with Sarah. Only, I can guarantee that movie did not revolve around two guys fucking each other, that much is for sure. "So, this is really what we're doing with the night? Watching porn together?" 

"I just want you to see that it's not all scary. Just a few minutes. I think you may like it." 

"Okay." I agreed. "So what's tin store." 

He took a deep breath before turning slightly to face me. "Okay. So this is a video I found in Georgetown sophomore year. It's not really hardcore, but the guy kind of looks like you, so I used to watch it and imagine it was you. Whether I was the one you were hooking up with, or I was imagining you with the other guy, it always made for some great fantasies. I know it's weird that I'm even showing this to you, but I don't know how else I'm supposed to ease your fear." I nodded, swallowing hard. He gave me a grin that helped calm my nerves slightly, but I still felt a little uneasy. On the TV, the opening credits were beginning. "Come here." Matt tugged gently on my arm, pulling me closer to him. He spread his legs and backed up against the headboard, guiding me to sit between his legs. Once I was where he wanted me, he pulled off his uniform shirt, and then pulled my t-shirt over my head. "Lean back." He instructed, so I did as I was told, letting my back fall against his chest. Matt planted a kiss on my bare shoulder before he adjusted me so we were slightly more comfortable. His impressive size wrapped around me, his thick thighs pressed against the outside of my leaner ones. On the screen, two guys were hiking and talking about a football practice or something like that. "Can you feel how hard you make me?" He whispered softly into my ear before he bucked his hips, gently pressing his erection against the curve of my ass. 

"That's from the movie." I whispered, and he chuckled, the sound breathy in my ear. 

"It's all you, Jason." He told me, pressing against me again. The sound that came out of me was almost a strangled whimper, but I brushed it off and settled in against him. 

At this point, the two guys in the video had made it to a secluded cabin, and were lounging by a pool. I had missed the majority of their conversation, so I was surprised when one leaned over and tentatively kissed the other. Matt grew even harder against me, but did not mention it again. Instead, he trailed his hands over my chest, occasionally stopping to favor my nipples for a moment. It didn't take long before I was achingly hard again, but I did my best to pay attention to what was happening on the television. 

Matt had been right—this was nothing like the clip I had watched. These guys were tender, loving, soft. It painted a picture of care, one that had been missing from the rough clip I watched. They were kissing-savoring each other, really—chests bare, hands exploring, much like Matt was with me now. I watched as one went down on the other, the guy receiving the blow job watching his friend with such a tender expression it seemed like it was an actual relationship, not just two guys paid to have sex with each other. Meanwhile, Matt's hands had settled in the creases of my thighs, not moving, but resting comfortably, the pressure a gentle reminder that he was still there with me. 

"See how gentle and loving it can be?" He whispered softly, his lips ghosting over my earlobe. I let out a quiet moan and nodded, still focused on what was happening. I didn't find the men in the video attractive, but what they were doing was a turn on I had never imagined. The one who had been giving the head was now on his hands and knees while his friend licked at his ass. That was something new to me, but the guy was moaning and writhing on the bed they were laying on. After a few minutes of that, he had rolled over onto his back and his friend entered him. It was slow at first, and the two guys both appeared to be lost in ecstasy. "See? Nice and gentle." Matt's voice interrupted the spell I was under. 

"That's what you want?" I asked. 

"I want whatever you will enjoy most." He told me. "If you think that being on the bottom will be too much for you, I will gladly do that. Either way, when we do get to it, I want to be facing you, watching you experience the pleasure. I want to see your face as you cum for the first time, because believe me, the sight of your face when you hit that level of pleasure is enough to make me explode on the spot as well. Your face when you cum is probably the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Whatever makes you reach that point is what I want." 

"It doesn't hurt?" 

His hands began to slide up and down over my thighs. "It can. The first time I did it, it hurt like hell. But just for the first minute. Once you get used to it, it's the most intense pleasure I have ever experienced." 

"You've been on the bottom? But you're so...big." 

He chuckled. "I've done both. I wanted to know. It was just an experimental thing, figure out how to do everything, you know? I was confused with how I felt, and wanted to know whether I really liked being with a guy or not. At that point, I had had sex with Michelle once, but wasn't sure I really enjoyed it. I mean, I got off, but I had my cock wrapped in a warm, tight hole. Then the first time I was on the top, I thought okay, well maybe I just like fucking, so I wanted to get fucked as well. Luckily, the guy was more than happy to give it a shot. But Jason, it really was an incredible feeling. With the right preparation, it is the best feeling you can imagine." 

I pondered what he was saying for a moment. "Am I allowed to ask you who you hooked up with? I mean, Josh is the only guy who is out at our school, but he never said anything, so it couldn't be him. We tell each other everything." 

"It wasn't Josh." He chuckled. "I wanted to explore my feelings for you. You really think I would go run off and fuck your best fiend. I'm not an idiot." 

"I didn't think you were." I reminded him, turning slightly so I could plant a kiss on his cheek. His eyes closed swiftly, and I felt his cock pulse against me. 

"It was Michelle's cousin. She knows I'm gay and tried to set us up on a date. When the guy realized that I wasn't interested in just anyone, he offered to help." 

"So Michele is just a front?" 

"Not intentionally. We are really good friends. Just because we're a guy and a girl, people mistake us as a couple all the time. There's nothing romantic there, though." 

"Okay." 

We were silent for a moment, so I turned my attention back to the movie. The guys were still fucking, but it still looked passionate and tender. The guy on the bottom had his eyes closed tightly, while the top was kissing his neck and thrusting slowly. With each thrust, the blonde on the bottom let out a moan. "Prostate." Matt told me, reading my mind. I just nodded, and continued to watch. The blonde had his legs wrapped tightly around his lover. It was intimate. Meanwhile, Matt's hands had begun to move on me again, but instead of going up and down my legs, his right hand had landed on the bulge in my sweats. "I love how hard your cock is." He told me, lavishing my neck with licks and kisses, the occasional sting of a nibble interrupting the pleasure. His hand slipped under my pants, and he began to jerk me again, but following the same rhythm as he guys on the screen. "You're so sexy." He told me. I let my eyes drift close and dropped my head back to his shoulder. He took his free hand and pushed it back up. "Please watch this part." He whispered, his breath ragged. He was probably teetering on the edge as well, and I had done nothing for him yet. I did as he asked, but began to rock my hips gently back and forth, hoping it was causing enough friction for him to get some pleasure. The guys on the screen had started to go a little faster, and the top had the blonde's cock in his hand, stroking it in time to his thrusts. Matt's hand sped up in the same beat, bringing me closer to the edge. When the bottom finally erupted, cum flying over his chest and up to his neck, my own load erupted from me, filling my boxers with jizz for the second time this week. My own orgasm continued to course through me as the top pulled out and exploded on the blonde's chest before collapsing on top of him, mixing their cum together. I struggled to catch my breath as Matt continued to softly stroke me, my own cum acting as lube for his hand. "Fuck." He groaned out. His cock was still pressed hard against me, practically throbbing with need. 

It took me all of two seconds to decide that I was going to do something about it. I pulled his hand off of me before I turned around to face him. His eyes were wild with a lust that he was clearly trying to rope in, probably nervous about scaring off the skittish colt I had proven myself to be. "What do you think?" He managed to croak out. "You like that better?" 

I pressed my mouth to his for a brief kiss. "Shhh." I told him, playfully moving one finger to his lips to match my words. I scooted further down the bed until I was between his ankles, and reached up to pull him down the bed by his waist. Once he was slightly more flat, I looped my hands into his ants and began to pull them down. 

"Jason." He placed his hand on mine. "Don't worry about me." 

"Stop talking and help me out here." I leaned down and kissed the bulge in his pants, and he quite obviously lost the will to fight me, lifting his hips off the bed so I could get his pants down. I pulled his boxers with them, not stopping until they were all the way off of him and tossed them to the floor. "Oh my god." I breathed out when I saw his dick for the first time. It was big. It was hard. It was leaking. I glanced up at Matt's face, and saw that he had his eyes squeezed shut, his lips slightly parted as he panted on the bed. He was desperate, and I was determined to take care of that for him. 

I tentatively slid my hand to his shaft, feeling the first cock that wasn't my own. I marveled at his impressive length, and how intense it looked with my hand wrapped around it. "Jason." Matt moaned out. "Please." 

I figured out what he was talking about and slowly began to pump his cock. The angle was different from how I would normally stroke myself, but the general idea was the same. Clear fluid was oozing from his tip, and I found myself dying to taste it. Without a second thought, I leaned forward and gave his head a lick, lapping up the salty fluid that coated him. He let out a strangled moan and bucked his hip. With a renewed confidence in myself, I wrapped my lips around the head and gave it a nice, firm suck. Matt's moans were more insistent now, and his hips were bucking at a more rapid pace. I removed my hand from his shaft and used both hands to hold his hips pressed to the bed while I slid my mouth all the way down his shaft until it hit the back of my throat and I gagged a little. "Oh, fuck, yes." Matt let out. "Yes, yes. Please. More." I began to move my mouth up and down, similar to the way he had done to me last night and earlier today. "Jason, please." He moaned. "I'm so close." 




Woodbridge Academy Ch. 02



He had obviously meant it as a warning to get my mouth off of him, but I was reminded of how good it felt when he had sucked me to completion, and it was enough to spur me on. I tightened me seal around him and flicked my tongue over his tip before going back down as far as I could. When he pressed against my throat, I swallowed and found that he could slip even further in. He was pulsing in my mouth, and before I knew it, there were sprays of cum hitting the back of my throat as Matt yelled out. I slid my mouth off so just his tip was in and sucked all of his juices out of him, swallowing as they poured into my mouth. I had never felt so powerful in my entire life. When he finally stopped oozing, I pulled my mouth off of him and sat up. His entire body was flushed, and he was staring down at me with a look that I had never seen before. 

"That was incredible." He told me, pulling me to him and kissing me senseless, seemingly unperturbed by the fact I still had traces of his cum in my mouth. "Thank you. Thank you so much." He whispered against my mouth as he held me by the head close to him. He kissed me once more, his tongue exploring my mouth and without a doubt getting a good taste of himself. 

"I was just returning the favor." I whispered back, sitting back a little to get a better view of him. 

He shook his head. "No. It was so much more than that. It was you taking a chance on this. On me. On us." His eyes met mine. "You gave me so much with that." 

"Matt..." 

"No." He interrupted, holding a finger to my lips. I opened my mouth slightly and took the tip into my mouth, sucking gently. He watched and let out another strangled moan, his eyes squeezing tight. "Fuck." He pulled his finger out and yanked me closer to him, kissing me roughly as he rolled us over so that he was above me. Our bodies really were a perfect fit. His kiss deepened, and I allowed it. When he finally pulled away, his pupils were dilated and he was breathing hard. I had never seen something more beautiful in my life. That thought panicked me slightly, but it was gone in an instant, and I was able to fully appreciate what was happening here. 

I had feelings for Matt Humphrey, and I had a feeling there was no walking away from this. I was hooked, in the best way possible. 

He rolled off to his side, but stayed close to me, his arm draped over my waist and his head on my shoulder. "Thank you for tonight." I whispered. 

"I should be the one thanking you." He told me, kissing my shoulder. "You took a chance tonight, and I have never been so happy. You're amazing. Then again, I always knew you would be." 

"I can't believe you had a thing for me." I muttered. "You could literally have anyone you wanted." 

"Well, anyone is not you, and you're the only one I want." He told me, tightening his grip on my hip. 

I glanced at the clock. It was already 10. "I should probably go." I told him. 

"Stay the night with me." He told me, but there was a question behind his words, and the vulnerability in his tone shocked me to my core. There was so much more to Matt Humphrey than meets the eye, and it scared me that I wasn't even a little nervous about finding out every detail about him. We had clicked in a way I had never imagined. I was not giving up that connection for anything. 

"Okay." I agreed, and settled down again. 

"Get those sticky boxers off or they're going to dry to your skin." He told me. 

I pushed them down off my hips with my sweatpants. "You just want me naked." 

"Guilty as charged." He joked. "Come on, let's get ready for bed." We each took a turn in the bathroom, and when I returned to his bedroom, I saw he was sitting up against the headboard with his computer on his lap. I climbed in bedside him, and he put the laptop on his nightstand before laying down and shutting off the light. As we settled in, he pulled my body to him and pressed his naked length against me. "Thank you for coming down with me tonight." He repeated. I refused to let him feel insecure about anything that happened, so I kissed him deeply. The TV was still playing in the background. He caught me look at it, and chuckled. "It was pretty hot, wasn't it?" 

"Incredibly hot." I agreed. "It made me feel a lot better." 

"Good." He kissed my forehead. "And I mean it. I will do anything you want, any way you want." 

"Which did you like better?" 

He shrugged. "Honestly, whatever works. I liked being on the top, but the bottom was good too. Maybe we just need to figure something out. But either way, I am not having sex with you in any way until you are comfortable with it and certain that it's what you want." 

"I want it with you." I told him, letting my hand drift down his side to his waist. Taking a chance, I dipped even further south to his ass and squeezed. He sighed and pressed against me. 

"That feels good." He whispered, his eyes closing as I continued to fondle his ass. When my finger crept into his crack and brushed against his pucker, he let out a whimper. Using the pad of my middle finger, I pressed against the ring of muscle. "Shit." He groaned. His eyes opened and that lust filled gaze met mine again. "Jason." He moaned out, and I heard he warning in his voice. I withdrew my finger, not comfortable enough to go further anyway, and he just grinned at me. "You curious little bugger." He laughed. 

"I know." I told him. "Sorry." 

"Don't be sorry." He kissed me gently. "I love it. But stop being so fucking sexy and go to sleep, would you? I can barely think straight after that monstrous orgasm you gave me, and I don't want to be held accountable for my actions if things progress too quickly." 

I just grinned at him, kissing him again before we settled against each other. As I closed y eyes, I pondered how incredible this feeling was. The spiral into oblivion that comes with falling for someone was intoxicating, but I was more than excited about it. Matt Humphrey might just be the best thing that ever happened to me, and I could hardly wait for what the future had in store for us.



Woodbridge Academy Ch. 03



Thank you for your continued support! Sorry for the delay—it was midterm season and I got really busy! I really do appreciate all the kind words and feedback that readers have provided! Here is the next installment of Matt and Jason's tale. Enjoy J 

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Stroke, stroke stroke, breathe. Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, breathe. Stroke, stroke, stroke, breathe. Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, breathe. 

My hand hit the wall at the end of the pool and a loud horn blew out throughout the natatorium. I gripped the edge of the pool with both hands and pulled myself out of the pool with a quick glance at the time above the pool. With a grin, I realized that I had just beat my own record at the 200 freestyle. One of my teammates tossed me a towel. I thanked him with a smile as I pulled my goggles off and wiped off my face. My coach was ecstatic by the time he made it over to me. "Jason! You set a new school record!" He exclaimed. "Congratulations, kid you've earned it." 

"Thanks, coach." I returned with a grin as I finished drying off and pulled my track pants and sandals on. It was hot as hell in here, but I hated standing around in my swimsuit on. I wouldn't be swimming again until the 500 freestyle and then the butterfly, so I had a ways to go. I generally competed in more than that, but for this season, I was given a break. It was more than welcome. Less events meant less time at practice, and that meant I got to pend my extra free time doing something else. 

Or someone else... 

I chuckled to myself at my own stupidity and pulled my t-shirt on over my head before plopping myself on the bench. Despite the adrenaline from the swim meet, I was exhausted. Falling asleep at Matt's had seemed like a great idea at the time, but he woke me up early and now I was totally beat. Not that I'm complaining. We had sent a good hour just exchanging kisses and curled up naked in bed together. It was actually probably one of the best things I have done recently. It even beat skiing in Switzerland with my dad and Senator Kent over Christmas break. Matt was sweet, he was complimentary, and for some bizarre reason, he wanted me. I couldn't help but wonder why he would ever choose me over the many, many attractive guys in our class. There was more than one guy who shared his pretentious background, and I'm sure there was more than one closet case around here. I mean, look at Josh and Adam. Adam was the last guy I would have expected to want a secret relationship with another guy. I always thought I had been like that too, yet here we are. Not that I regret it. The decision to take tis leap into the unknown with Matt was probably one of the best decisions I have made in a long time. The more I thought about it, the more I realized just how into it I actually was. I had never in my entire life felt anything as amazing as his mouth wrapped around me, and honestly, it felt pretty good to be the little spoon last night. Matt had molded perfectly around me. I totally get why people love being in that position. It's so relaxing. I don't think I have ever felt so cared for. 

I cheered along for my teammates until it was time for me to get back in the pool for the 500. I hated this event. It was just exhausting, but for some reason, I was actually good at it. I still finished first this time around, but didn't come close to any records. I was okay with that. There were bigger fish to fry. By the time the meet was over, all I wanted to do was crawl into my bed and get some good rest. Unfortunately, a pretty lengthy history paper due the following Monday would probably have to be started. Life as a senior was supposed to be easy, but apparently Woodbridge Academy didn't believe in allowing students to get away with any senioritis. This year was the hardest of all. 

After a quick shower and changing, I said bye to the guys and headed out of the locker room. I had barely made it down the hallway when a blur blew by me and dragged me into a closet. It took until I was shoved against a wall and pounced on that I realized it was Matt. I tore my mouth away from his and let out a chuckle. "Good to see you, too." I teased him. His cheeks turned a bright pink. "What's going on?" 

"I watched you swim today." He told me as his lips found their way to my neck. "In case I didn't think you were sexy enough already, that tiny speedo sure did the trick." He murmured, his lips tickling my skin as he did so. "It was incredible. You're so...fast." He pulled away and grinned at me. "My little fishie." 

"Fishie?" I exclaimed. "I'm no fishie. I'm like a...great white shark." 

"The only thing great and white about you is your ass." He taunted, moving his hands down to my ass and pulling me close to him. He was definitely hard, and the sensation of the firm muscle bumping into me was enough to make me squirm. 

"Please. You wish you had my ass." I snorted. 

"I do. Just not in the way you think I do." 

"You're so dirty." I scolded, but the grin on my face was enough to make him laugh out loud with me. 

"What can I say? You bring it out of me." He moved in close again and pressed his lips against mine. He kissed me gently, letting his hands move up my sides until they reached my face. He held me steady as his tongue explored my mouth. I was arched up against him, arms around his neck, allowing him to control the speed of our kiss. He was such an amazing kisser, I would let him do it all day if he wanted to. And I have a feeling that it is definitely something he would want to do. In all honesty, it was turning into a pleasant feeling I quite enjoyed. I had never really felt all the butterflies that accompany a new relationship, but with Matt, it was all butterflies, all the time. It was a mix of excitement and nausea, fear and joy. I was one giant, walking contradiction. I needed a good night in with Josh to really dissect how I was feeling and what was rapidly developing between us. 

After one more tender kiss, he pulled back. I willed my erection to go away, but that's easier said than done for a teenage boy. Once we had both calmed down slightly, we walked out of the storeroom and back out into the hallway. We made our way back down towards the main entrance discussing what we hoped they had for dinner in the dining hall tonight, but we were stopped in the lobby by someone calling my name. When I looked up, I saw my father ad the senator sitting on one of the sofas off to the side. 

"Dad? What are you doing here?" I asked him as I went over to give him a hug. It was unusual to see him twice in a month, forget about twice in a week. I shook hands with senator Kent before I turned my attention back to my dad. "I thought you were going back to Ohio this week." 

"We had a change I plans, so I wanted to check out your meet, and Kyle decided to tag along. We were hoping to take you to dinner but it looks like you're busy..." He trailed off, taking notice of Matt, who was still standing several feet behind me. 

"Oh, I wish you had told me." I told him, taking some of the attention off Matt. "I would have planned for it." 

"Your friend can come too if you'd like." Kyle told me with a genuine smile. He had always been nice to me, even though I rarely saw him. 

"Oh, sorry. This is my...friend, Matt Humphrey." I told them. "Matt, this is my dad, and senator Kyle Kent." 

"Nice to meet you, sir." He greeted my father with a handshake, and then did the same for the senator. 

"Humphrey, huh?" Kyle asked him, the same smile on his face. "Aren't you Harold's kid?" 

"I am, sir." Matt was in full DC mode—back straight, polite smile, even responses. He had clearly been trained in how to handle the DC political scene in a way I never had to bother with. "I understand that you have been working with him on a few things this term?" 

Kyle seemed pleased. "I have been, actually. I've worked closely with Harold for years. I didn't know you were friends with Jason though." He turned to me. "You never told me." 

"It's relatively new, sir." Matt covered for me. "Just since this weekend, actually. We just hit it off." 

"Well, that's great." My dad clapped his hands. "So no arguments then. You'll join us for dinner. It can be a celebration of sorts, for new records and new friendships." 

"I'd hate to be an intrusion. You should enjoy a visit with Jason, I'll see him later." 

"Nonsense." My dad told him. "You are more than welcome. You boys deserve a break from this place. How do you feel about Chinese?" 

"Sounds great, Dad." I told him, glancing over at Matt. He had a perfectly crafted mask on, but I could tell that he was freaking out. It was probably a little too much for his comfort level, and I didn't want him to be forced into anything he didn't want to do. "You don't have to come if you don't want to." I told him. 

"No, it's okay." He told me with a tight smile. He was clearly just agreeing to agree. I felt terrible, but once my dad and Kyle tag teamed someone, there was no turning them down. "I would love to go." 

"Can we go somewhere local?" I asked my father. Hopefully, Matt would be more comfortable outside of the city where fewer people would recognize him. I'm sure his father wouldn't be happy if he was photographed out on the town with a different senator, a bodyguard, and a classmate. It would look like a weird double date or something. "I have a lot of homework and can't be out late." I lied. 

"Of course." Kyle agreed. "How about you boys pick? Whatever you want." 

I glanced over at Matt. He looked slightly more relaxed, but still kind f stiff. This was the side of him that I was used to seeing around campus, not the guy I had gotten to know over the last couple of days. "Does Dragon Lily work for everyone?" I offered. It was a local Chinese place that was really low key, but popular with all of the students. My dad and I usually went there whenever it was just the two of us. The fact that he showed up with Kyle is the weird part. 

"Perfect!" My dad exclaimed. "Shall we go?" 

I nodded, and followed my dad and Kyle out of the gym. Matt followed closely behind but remained silent. This was probably way out of his comfort zone, but he was kind of trapped now. Hopefully everything would be okay, and he would have less discomfort once he realized that my father is a great guy, and that Kyle is nothing like the stiff, long term senators that Matt was probably used to being around. His dad was old money with a history in the oil business, whereas Kyle was self-made after a modest upbringing in Cleveland. The fact that Kyle was even part of Harold Humphrey's upcoming work was due in great part to the population that Kyle was a hit with, I'm sure. Kyle tended to attract support from the working class, a key area that Humphrey did not reach. If he was truly running for president, he would without a doubt need a little help reaching the masses. 

"You okay with this?" I asked Matt under my breath as we reached the town car. 

"I'm fine." He gave me a soft smile. 

"You sure?" 

"Positive. Don't worry about me." He grinned and lowered himself into the car, so I quickly followed suit and we made our way to the restaurant. His face betrayed his words, a passive stoicism etched across his features. My gut was churning as we drove to the restaurant, filled with worry that something was going to go horribly wrong tonight. This was unexpected, yes, but it was still way to early for him to be meeting my father. We don't even know what we are yet. Well, maybe he does, but I certainly don't. I hadn't even thought about what my dad would think about anything. I know he is a really laid back guy, but we had never discussed gay rights, in my entire life, at least not that I could recall. For crying out loud, I don't even know if I'm gay! I took a minute to quietly study Kyle in the fading sunlight. His looks were often commented on, frequently called the most handsome politician on the Hill, but I just didn't see it. I mean, he was definitely a good looking guy, but I didn't find him attractive in any way. He was just another man in the car to me. I thought back to celebrities I knew were considered hot or handsome—George Clooney, Paul Walker, Brad Pitt, Mark Wahlberg—again, handsome men, but I didn't feel the slightest twinge of excitement when I thought about them. I diverted my attention over to Matt, who was staring out the window as my father navigated the streets of Woodbridge on our way to the Chinese restaurant. The fading sunlight looked like a halo around him, highlighting his handsome face. He looked so peaceful just sitting there, and apparently hadn't noticed me staring yet, so I continued my perusal. His uniform fit his body perfectly, slightly pulling around his biceps and broad shoulders, but tapered smoothly down to his waist. He was sitting perfectly straight, but he still managed to have a commanding presence over me. He must have felt me looking at him, because he turned his head o face me and gave me a genuine smile. I felt my insides melt as soon as he did so, and gave him a grin back. He reached across the seat and let his hand brush against mine for just a second, sending a spark throughout my arm, and my entire body felt like it was on fire. I had never felt anything like this. NEVER. 

My mind was whirling as I processed what was happening. Dad pulled into the parking lot without me realizing, and Kyle had to call me before I even noticed I was the only one still in the car. I blushed as I climbed out, glad that Matt's simple touch hadn't excited me too much that it would be obvious, and followed everyone in to the restaurant. As soon as we were all seated, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I was glad to find that I wasn't flushed at all, but I certainly was confused. 

"What's going on over there, kid?" Kyle's voice interrupted my thoughts as I washed my hands. I glanced up to find him smiling at me in the mirror. "I can practically hear the gears grinding." 

"Just a long day." I lied. 

"A long day?" He grinned. "That's what you're going with?" I tilted my head sideways, trying to figure out what he was getting at. He just grinned at me and went to use the urinal, so I used the time to get back to the table, where I found Matt and my dad engulfed in a conversation. As I sat down, I realized they were talking about the Redskins line up. I should have known the two of them would resort to sports when left alone. With my father, it was always sports or college whenever he met my friends. As if on cue, my father switched the topic over to college, and began badgering Matt about his plans. Matt gave him the same diplomatic answer he had given me on the subway, but left out the part about probably being forced to go to Brown. It was a smart move on his part, anything could get back to his father, and I'm sure he had no interest in offending him. My father had gone to a state school, but never regretted a minute of it. It was where he had met my mother and fallen in love, made some of the best friends in his life, and had some great times. I used to love going to the campus with him when I was younger and walking around, but he wanted more for me. He always believed that I was destined for greatness, which is not a trait that most of my friends from school had in their fathers. Josh's father, for example, travels all over the world and only talks to Josh about once a month. When he stops in to visit, it is like an ice storm settles on the campus. The man is the least friendly person on earth. My dad, on the other hand, loves talking to all my friends, and encourages them all to be the best that they can, for themselves rather than for others. It is probably where I got my laid back attitude from. I never felt insignificant as a child, and even now that I live in a boarding school, my father still makes every effort to talk to me. Not everyone gets that out of their family members, especially not in this are. 

Matt seemed to be a big hit with my dad and Kyle. He was polite, well-spoken, appropriate, and laughed at all of their jokes. By the time dinner was over, I wasn't nearly as confused as I was before dinner. I may not be attracted to all men, but I am 100% attracted to Matt. It wasn't just because he was good looking, but because the brief glimpses into his soul that I had witnessed were so wonderful, it left me breathless. He had so many attributes that made him unique, and I should consider myself lucky that he even picked me in the first place. I was nothing special compared to him, just another one of a million guys out there who wanted to be doctors, but Matt was different. He had bigger dreams, and was destined for amazing things. He was the kind of guy who went on to change the world. I had to admire him for that. 

By the time we got back to the dorm, I couldn't wait to be alone with him. Any sense of uncertainty I had felt before was gone, and I knew that I wanted to keep this up with him. Sure, the kissing and the blowjobs was amazing, but I wanted to know him for more than that. I wanted to be part of this life he was creating. No one else mattered, because at the end of this crazy, confusing week, I came out knowing that I waned to be with him. REALLY be with him. 

My dad ended up wanting to come in for a few minutes, so Matt went in his own direction after politely saying good night to my dad and Kyle. Dad followed me up to my room, and sat on my desk chair as soon as we got there. Josh was out, and had left a note saying he was going to be back when the library closes. I wrinkled up the note and tossed it in the trash before I got started on emptying out my gym bag. 

"So." My dad started, but paused. 

"So?" I returned, smiling to myself. It was like my first conversation with Matt all over again. I had it bad. Everything seemed to remind me of him. As soon as Dad left, I was running straight down there, even if it was just to sneak in one last kiss goodnight. 

"You and Matt Humphrey, huh?" He had a grin on his face, and I felt myself blanch. "Don't worry, I'm not upset." He said with a smile. 

"I don't know what you're talking about." I lied, hoping to deflect the attention from this subject. "Thanks for the surprise visit, though. It was great to see you guys. Dinner was delicious, too." 

"Jason." He stopped me. "You can stop." 

"Stop what?" 

He gave me a soft smile. "I saw how you two were. It's okay." 

Matt was going to kill me. "I really don't know what you're talking about, Dad." 

He stood up and walked over to me. Placing his hands on my shoulder, he gave them a small squeeze. "I saw the way that boy was looking at you, Jay. You are no friend to him. He clearly has feelings for you, and after seeing the two of you together, I totally get it. You have a chemistry together. It's really nice, actually." 

"Dad..." I started, but he held up his hand to stop me. 

"Don't deny it, Jason." He told me. "Be proud of yourself. If you want to be with him, be with him. If it's just a little exploration, go for it. Just don't go hiding from something that could be precious. That boy cares for you, rather deeply, I presume, so I don't want you to waste that because you're afraid of what I will think. I'll love you no matter what you want to do." 

I sighed. "Thanks, Dad." It was probably better not to fight it. The man was legitimately always right. 

He grinned again. "So do you want to tell me what's going on? You don't have to face things alone, Jason. I know I'm busy, but I'm always a phone call away if you need to talk about things." 

"I know, but Matt has to be careful because of his father. I couldn't really say anything if I wanted to." 

"Ahh, yes. The presidential election. I'm sure it's a lot of stress for Matt. This would be a good time to support him in whatever way he needs." My dad told me. "Harold Humphrey is a tough man. I can see why Matt would want to be careful at this time." 




Woodbridge Academy Ch. 03



"Yeah." I agreed. "You're really not upset?" 

He scoffed. "You're my son. I don't care if you're straight, gay, blue, yellow, or anything else. I'll love you no matter what." 

I chuckled. "Well, I'd hope that if I turned blue, you would call 911." 

"Fine, green, then. Smart ass." He squeezed my shoulder again before he let go. "I should get going before Kyle gets himself into trouble. I can't leave that boy alone for more than ten minutes." 

"You make it sound like he's a child." 

He laughed. "He is a child. A great, big, man child. Almost as bad as you were when you were 12. The only difference is that he has more money to play with." 

"Sounds like a recipe for disaster." I laughed. "Thanks again, Dad." 

"No problem, son. Just don't forget what I said. I'm always just a phone call away, no matter what you need to talk about. If you're confused, or whatever, just do what feels right. You'll never have to worry about ramifications from me." 

"Okay, I promise." I told him. "I'll tell you everything some time, but you had probably get going now." He nodded and went to leave. As soon as he left the room and bounded down the stairs to the front door, I couldn't help but smile to myself. I was so lucky that I had a father who was so cool about everything. That could have gone so much worse. 

My new found approval and permission to do whatever I wanted with Matt thrilled me to my core. Not that I had any doubt that my father would be cool with whatever I did, but it still felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders. It gave me new hope that this was a good decision and not just some spur of the moment thing. I left a note for Josh saying I was going to Matt's and practically skipped down the stairs and through the hall to his room. Luckily, there was no one in the hall or our little secret would have been out in no time. When I got to his door, I couldn't contain the grin on my face. Three days ago, I had never spoken to him, and now, I was so wrapped up in him that I couldn't think straight. I knocked on the door, waiting anxiously for him to let me in. There was no answer at first, but he had to be in there, so I knocked again, a little longer and a lot harder. 

When he finally opened the door, I was not disappointed. Matt stood before me, clearly fresh out of the shower. He was only wearing boxers, and had a towel in his hand as if he had been in the middle of drying off. "Hey." He seemed surprised to see me. "I wasn't expecting to see you again tonight." He added, confirming my suspicions. I didn't even bother to answer him, just pushed him back lightly until we were both inside his room, and shut the door behind me. Without another moment's hesitation, I took his hand and pulled him towards the couch. Giving him a slight push until he was sitting on the couch, I straddled his legs, cradled his head in my hands, and pressed my mouth to his. He let out a startled grunt when our lips collided, but it quickly turned into a satisfied moan when I pressed a little harder, rolling my hips forward so that our cocks bumped against each other. In the past few days, he had dominated our hook ups, but tonight, it was my turn. I slid my tongue into his mouth, exploring every crevice, massaging his tongue with mine, sipping everything that I could from his sweet mouth. He tasted minty, and I suspected he had already brushed his teeth. My hands slid from his neck down to his shoulders, squeezing his powerful muscles as our tongues battled for dominance. There was no way I was losing today. It was obvious that Matt cred about me. Tonight, I wanted to make it obvious that I cared about him too. I don't care if I have to suck him off to 100 orgasms, I was not leaving until he knew that I was in this. 

I pulled my mouth from his, smiling when i heard that he was panting for air. "Jason." He moaned out as I moved my mouth to his neck, planting sweet, tender kisses along his jaw line down to his clavicle. I gave a steady lick along the entire bone before moving down to his nipple. He had played with mine, but I hadn't really explored his much yet. They were pink and hard, so I lowered my mouth over it and sucked gently. His hips bucked against me as he arched back, his hard cock pressing against my inner thigh as he did so. His hands wrapped around my head, holding me in place. I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing, so I kind of just went off what I normally liked. A lick here, a suck there, the occasional nibble to mix it up. Matt clearly loved it, if the sounds he was making paired with the steel rod I could feel beneath me were any indication. I moved over to the other side and started the pattern all over again, letting him enjoy himself as I did whatever I could to keep him happy. 

After lavishing my attention on both nipples, I slid from his lap with the coordination of a drunk panda, nearly crashing to the floor as I did so. Matt's eyes shot open, and the worry gave way to amusement when he realized what had happened. A coy grin took over his face, lighting his features as it did. "Shut up." I mumbled, and that was all it took before he started to laugh hysterically. 

"Oh my god, are you okay?" He asked me trying to contain his laughter as he stood and helped me get up from where I was wedged between the couch, his legs, and the industrial coffee table that was way heavier than it looked. "I'm sorry I laughed. It was just so funny." 

"I'm fine." I mumbled. 'So much for that plan, though." 

He pulled me to my feet and pulled me into a hug. "You are ridiculous. What exactly was the game plan there?" 

I felt my cheeks redden as I pulled away. "I was going to give you a blow job." I mumbled. 

Matt had finally stopped laughing, but he was giving me the sincerest smile I had ever seen. "While, I appreciate the gesture, Jason, it's really not necessary." 

"But you seemed so into it." I frowned. 

"And I was!" He exclaimed, kissing my forehead before moving away. "I mean, I love that you're so eager to try new things, and it was really, really good last night, but we don't always have to do something, you know?" 

"I guess." I mumbled, staring down at the carpet between us as if it were the most exciting thing on earth. It wasn't, but there was no way I was caving and facing him after that embarrassing encounter. For crying out loud, I couldn't even handle hooking up correctly. What the hell was he doing with me? 

"Hey." He murmured, tilting my chin up with his finger. There as only an inch or two gap in our height, but he somehow made up for it with his size. I found myself cowering next to him, but still not willing to risk losing a dominance battle with him. I'm sure he would never hurt me, but he was just built that much bigger than I am. As a result, I ended up shrinking up beside him, like a child in trouble with his parents. I thought that Matt liked that I wanted to do things. It sure felt like he was enjoying it. His gaze was piercing into mine, so I tried to look away but he held me with a force strong enough to keep me still but not enough that it hurt. "It's not that I don't like it, because I do. Don't even for one second think that's what I'm saying right now." His gaze was intense, and I found myself getting sucked into his warm honey stare. "I love it, actually. You have been trying so hard, and don't think I don't appreciate it, because again, I really do. I just think that sometimes it's okay if we hang out and talk. I want to actually get to know you. You, the person, not you, the hunk I would drool over all day if I could." 

"I'm not a hunk." I muttered, not really sure what else I was supposed o say to respond to that. 

He just laughed and let go of my face so he could sit on the couch before he pulled me down beside him. "You are, actually. You're the perfect combination of strong and lean. All those long lines, the tight muscles, and don' t even get me started on those shoulders. Do you really not see it?" 

"I guess I never paid attention." I admitted. 

"Well, you're gorgeous." He told me with such sincerity that I had no choice but to believe him. "But you're also smart, and funny, and kind. I don't want to know just all the intimate details about you, I want the whole package." 

"You're crazy." 

He just chuckled again. "Maybe, but it doesn't change anything." 

"Okay." 

"So thanks for the surprise visit, but how do you feel about just hanging out for the time being?" 

"I can do that." I agreed, and settled in on the couch. "So how about a movie?" I offered, hoping he would want to just hang out tonight. 

"Sounds perfect." He agreed, settling in beside me. He pushed me forward and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to him. "So did your dad have anything interesting to say?" He asked as he picked up the remote and flicked on the TV. 

I just shrugged. "Well, he loved you." I decided to start with. 

He laughed. "Well, most adults do. I've had to interact with adults since I was five years old. I have an easier time with parents than I do with most of our classmates." 

"Bullshit. You're pretty much the most popular kid at school." 

"Only because of who my father is and because I'm good at football. If I was normal, I wouldn't be such a focal point around here. I actually hate all the attention. The only good thing about all of this is that I get a room to myself this year. If I had a roommate, I never would have been able to get to know you like this." 

I just laughed. "I don't think so. It certainly doesn't stop Josh from getting anything that he wants." 

He smiled. "True. Actually, I owe him a thank you. If it weren't for him kicking you out, I never would have hooked up with you in the first place." 

"True." I realized. "We should bake him a cake." 

"Penis-shaped?" 

"Oh, but of course." I laughed. "Josh wouldn't have it any other way." 

"I'm not sure the rest of the school would appreciate it." Matt said with a chuckle as he checked his phone. He frowned at it before shoving it in his pocket. 

"Who cares what they think?" I rolled my eyes. "We're out of here in four months. I don't care what they think of me. I know who my true friends are and that's all that matters. They'll stick by me no matter what." 

"It's refreshing to see that you have so much faith in people." He muttered, his voice taking on a dark tone. "One day, you'll realize that people are terrible, and you can't rely on anyone but yourself." 

"Well, that's dark." I chuckled. "You can count on me, you know." 

He scoffed. "For now, but don't think I've forgotten how you wanted to cut things off last night." 

I pulled away from under his arm and turned to face him. "That was different." I told him, absolutely incredulous that he was pulling such a 180 on me. "I wasn't hiding from you, or running from you. I was second guessing it all because I thought you were going to cut me in half through my asshole. I think that's a pretty rational fear, given what we've started here." 

"Please, Jason! First sign of conflict and you ran for the hills! You think I was going to forget that just because you sucked my dick last night? Cause it's going to take a little more than that to make me forget that." 

I took a deep breath. This was definitely not what I had pictured for the evening. "What's really going on here? I'm sorry, but I really don't understand what the big deal is right now. Why are you so upset?" 

"I'm not upset. I told you I didn't want to be outed to everyone, and yet there you are, running around with me like I'm a god damn rainbow flag! You think people won't notice? I'm a pretty public figure, as you've said so yourself. People are going to start to notice if you and I are always together." 

I ground my teeth together, thoroughly annoyed with this situation. Matt had literally been fine when I walked through the door. Why was he acting like a freak now? "Okay, I'm sorry you feel that way." I decided to try a diplomatic approach. "I told you that you didn't have to go to dinner, but you chose to. In the future, I won't let it happen again, okay? I told you I wasn't going to out you to anyone, and I meant it. If you want me to step back so that people don't suspect our new friendship, then fine. I will give you whatever space you want. I just want you to be happy." 

Matt sighed and pushed himself off the couch. "You should probably just go for now. I don't want any more people finding out about us." He made his way towards his bedroom and stopped in the doorway, turning to face where I was still sitting in the same spot, totally confused. "I mean it. Go home, Jason." 

"Don't you think we should talk about what just happened?" I offered, hoping it would be enough of an olive branch to make him at least have a conversation with me. "I'd hate for you to go to bed upset with me if there's someway I can fix this problem. I mean, it just came out of nowhere, Matt. Not even five minutes ago, you wanted me to stay and hang out with you." 

"You are the fucking problem!" He exclaimed, slamming his palm so hard into the wall that it shook. I jumped at the sudden noise, and finally got up from the couch. He was out of his mind if he thought he could treat me like this. 

"Fine." I told him. "I'll leave. But you know what, Matt? This is entirely on you. I never outed you to anyone, nor did I go walking you around like a parade float. All I wanted was to get to know you better, but clearly, the mistake was mine to be made. You were the one who wanted this, the one who had such a huge thing for me that you couldn't hold it back and had to talk to me. If you want to act like an asshole, then fine. We'll just go back to not speaking to each other." I stomped my way over to the door. "Have a wonderful evening." I said as sweetly as I could before walking out, letting the satisfying slam of the door tell him what I needed it to. 

He didn't try to follow me. Honestly, I really thought he would. And I was more upset by that than I thought I would be. 

By the time I got up the stairs and back to the room, I was more confused than anything. He had literally pulled a Jekyll and Hyde on me, and the rapid change in mood practically gave me whiplash. I was still as a loss for how he thought I would out him. It was just dinner with my dad. Was it fast? Absolutely, but it felt so right. Now that he was apparently mad at me—for no reason other than sheer stupidity—I felt like a hole had been torn out of me. I have no idea why he did what he did, and I knew he was too proud to say anything. I would just have to suffer with the unknown. 

"Dude, you look like shit." Josh mumbled as I walked him to our room. 

"Thanks!" I said as sarcastically as I could manage. 

"What's wrong?" 

"I don't know." I threw myself on my bed and stared at the ceiling. "Everything." I mumbled. 

"Did Matt do something to you?" He asked, coming over to sit with me on my bed. 

"He kind of just freaked out on me." I admitted. "Everything was fine. One minute he was telling me how he wanted to get to know me, and didn't want everything to be all about hooking up, and then all of a sudden he's accusing me of outing him to everyone and treating him like he's a gay pride flag for me to wave around. I don't even know what he's talking about. We had an awesome time at dinner with my dad and Kyle, and we were making out on his couch like nothing was wrong, and then poof, he hates me and wants me out of his room immediately. I don't know, Josh. It was so bizarre." 

Josh gave me a sympathetic smile. "He's probably freaking out just as much as you are." He told me. "I'm guessing that since you were too busy playing tonsil hockey, you didn't notice that there was a posting online about your night out at dinner." 

"What are you talking about?" I exclaimed as I sat up. How would Matt know? He was under me on the couch. There was no way he saw anything online. Then it hit me. The text. 

"He got a text right before he got mad at me." I told Josh. "I wonder if that's why he got mad." 

"I mean, there was nothing in there that suggested he was gay." Josh told me as he scrolled through his phone. "It was a picture of him with Kyle that made it look like they were in the middle of a serious conversation about something." He found what he was looking for and turned his phone over to me. Sure enough, Kyle and Matt were in a picture, laughing at something. It made them look intimate, or friendly at least. You couldn't even see that my father and I were there. The brief blurb on the gossip site implied that they were discussing politics, which wasn't true. Kyle was telling us funny stories from his college days in an effort to get us excited about college. Having gone to boarding school, college was bound to be just like high school but with less rules and more booze. 

"That's so weird." I told him. "But this was posted less than 15 minutes ago. Matt and I had been together when it was posted. How could he see this?" 

Josh just shrugged. "I don't know. It just popped up on my news alerts." I sighed. Josh gave me a concerned look and placed his hand on my knee. "You okay?" He asked gently. 

"Not really." I muttered. 

"You really like him, don't you?" He continued. I just nodded, not trusting my voice to come out with anything that would sound remotely normal. I did like Matt. A lot, actually. "But you're not gay." Josh continued. "I mean, you've never much appreciated any of my stories. And you date girls." 

"I don't know, Josh. I don't like guys, but I like him. Everything about him. He's just so different. It feels good, amazing, actually. He makes me tingle in a way I've never experienced before." 

"Are you worried that it's really over?" 

"I don't know." I told him honestly. "I don't want it to be. I want to explore all this with him, even if it's completely our little secret." 

"Did you tell him that?" 

"Kind of." 

Josh sighed. "My thoughts are that if you really want to make this work, you need to nip this fight in the bud. It's hard to overcome the first fight, especially where sexuality is involved, but if you truly want him, don't let him kick you to the curb so quickly. He's the one that has wanted you for years. He's probably a little insecure about his confession. Go make him realize that it is truly what you want. A little ego boost can go a long way." 

"So you think I should just force him to talk to me?" 

"I wouldn't give up if I were you." He told me as he got off the bed and went over to his desk. "My bet is that Matt is an animal in bed. That guy is pure man." My face flushed at the thought. Josh laughed, but continued anyway. "Go get him if you want him." He told me. 

"Now?" I questioned. He had kicked me out of his room mere minutes ago. It seemed a little quick to be going back down to beg for forgiveness for something I didn't do. 

Josh just shrugged. "I get the feeling you want more than just a quick fuck with him." He told me gently. "I get it. I go through this with Adam all the time. He gets mad, walks out, kicks me out, or decides he can't risk this anymore, but then he comes back because he really does care about me. He just has a weird way of showing it." 

I gave him a look. "Right, like calling you Jane so it sounds like he was with a girl." 

"No one's perfect, Jay. Adam is not comfortable with anything that might get back to people. I've gotten used to it. It's not ideal, but you don't see the side of him I get to see. If you did, you'd want a piece of him yourself." 

"I doubt that." I laughed. He just gave me a glare. "So you really think I should go back down?" 

"Yes." He replied instantly. "Go get your man. And get your rocks off. You deserve it, Mr. Record Setter." 

I groaned. "You can stop with that. It wasn't really a big deal." 

"It's a huge deal, actually. You should be proud of yourself. You worked hard to get where you are." 




Woodbridge Academy Ch. 03



"I guess." I muttered. 

"Stop procrastinating. Go." 

"Fine." I sighed. "But if this blows up in my face, I'm holding you accountable." 

"It won't blow up, I promise." He grinned. "Seriously. Stop avoiding it. Go!" 

"So bossy." I laughed, but shoved my phone back in my pocket and left the room. When I found myself in front of Matt's door for the second time this evening, I hesitated. If I wanted out, this was my chance. I could walk away and nothing would come from any of this. It would just be some crazy adventure I had as a kid. No one but Josh would know any different. I took all of two steps backwards when I realized this WAS what I wanted. How many times did I have to question myself before I believed it was true? I stepped forward again and knocked on the door. 

When Matt opened the door this time, I felt terrible. He looked haunted. That's the only way I could think to describe it. His eyes brightened somewhat when he saw it was me. "You came back." He stated softly. 

"I did." I returned with a gulp. 

He breathed out a sigh of relief. "I'm sorry for what I said, Jason. I didn't mean it." 

"Can I come in?" I asked him. He nodded and let me in, shutting the door behind me. "I know you didn't mean it. Josh told me about the posting online. You knew about it, didn't you?" He nodded. "Why didn't you tell me?" 

"I got a text from my dad with the link and he was pissed, and said he was going to come by tomorrow night to discuss how I can help with damage control. I freaked out. Even the most harmless of things in my life becomes an issue. I can't even go to dinner now? I'm surprised you haven't run for the hills on your own yet. I'm a mess." 

"I'm not going anywhere." I told him gently, stepping closer to him. He took a step back but bumped into the wall. 

"Why not?" He whispered, the vulnerability seeping into his voice, tugging at my heart strings. 

"Because I want you." I whispered back. 

"Why?" The pain in his voice was evident, and I couldn't take it. 

"Because you're funny." I told him, kissing the left side of his neck. He let out a breath that chilled me. "You're kind." I added as I moved to the right side. "You're sexy." I whispered as I moved my mouth over the notch at the top of his sternum, before planting a peck on his mouth. "And I want you in all the different ways you can imagine." I told him. He was practically quivering under my touch. "Relax." I ordered him. 

"Trying." He whispered back, the vulnerability from before replaced with lust. I took advantage of it and slid down to my knees, ready to make good on my attempt to blow him earlier. He was still only dressed in his boxers, but the bulge between his legs was apparent as I settled in between his legs. I planted a soft kiss against the bulge before pulling his boxers down his legs. Once he stepped out of them, I paid attention to his hard dick in front of me. I had never considered anyone's dick to be anything special, but Matt's was absolutely beautiful. It was big and hard, just like him, perfectly shaped, and dripping with the tiniest amount of precum. I tentatively stuck my tongue out and gave his head a firm lick, wiping away the salty fluid. He shuddered beneath me, so I placed one hand on his hip so we could maintain a connection while my other hand gripped his cock and slowly started to stroke him up and down. I tore my eyes away from his dick and looked up at him. He was staring down at me, pupils dilated, and his lips were slightly parted as he panted. I slowed my strokes down, but moved my mouth over him without breaking our stare. His eyes closed as I sucked gently on his head, tasting the salty and musky skin in my mouth. "Jay." He whispered, but his eyes were still squeezed shut. "You don't have to." 

I pulled my mouth off of him. "I want to." 

He shook his head. "No, I don't want to force you into anything." 

"You're not forcing me into anything." I told him, continuing to stroke him as we talked. 

"But..." 

"But nothing." I interrupted. "Here's what's going to happen here. You're going to lean back and relax, and I'm going to suck this big, hard, beautiful cock that's in my hand right now." It quivered as I talked. He obviously liked it, so I continued. "I'm going to blow you until you explode in my mouth, and I'm going to drink every last drop of that delicious cum. Got it?" 

He moaned as I squeezed a little tighter on an upstroke. "Oh my god." He moaned. "You're making it so hard to be a good guy." 

"So don't be a good guy and answer the question." I squeezed him again. Not going to lie, the control was definitely a turn on. 

He whimpered again as I rubbed my finger along the underside of his head. "Yes, I've got it." 

"Good." I smiled. "Any other questions? Or can I get back to what I came here to do?" I licked along the entire underside of his shaft again, eliciting a drawn out moan from him. 

"Please." He whimpered. 

"Please what?" I was honestly really enjoying being the one in charge. It felt like an odd shift in our dynamic, but it made me feel powerful, sexy. 

"Please don't stop." He moaned. I grinned and wrapped my lips around him, sliding my mouth down until his entire cock was in my mouth. He wrapped his hand around my head, not exactly pushing me onto him, but doing his best to keep some sort of control over the level of suction I was providing. 

Despite the fact that this was now the second time I had done this, I still wasn't sure that I knew what I was doing, so I played off of his sounds. If something made him moan out, I stuck with that technique. It seemed to work. He especially loved when I had his cock as deep in my mouth as I could get it, the head pushing along the back of my throat. He was leaking a steady amount of precum by now, the salty liquid acting as a lubrication along with my spit. The taste was exquisite. Between that and the taste of fresh, clean male, I was in heaven. 

Feeling a little confidence in my new skills, I moved off of his dick and moved down to his balls, gently licking the smooth skin before I wrapped my mouth around one, sucking it into my mouth. He let out another strangled moan as I moved my attention over to the other one, my hand blindly finding his cock and stroking as I sucked both balls into my mouth. 

"jay." Matt groaned out. I looked up at him, and saw his eyes were squeezed shut, his head leaning back against the wall. "Please." He was practically whimpering now. I took the hint and moved back over to his throbbing dick, engulfing it in my mouth and giving him a firm suck. He hardly lasted more than 15 seconds, erupting in my mouth with a feral yell that practically echoed off the walls. Matt poured his sweet cum into my mouth, and I hungrily lapped it up like it was my last drink on earth. Everything about him was amazing. I couldn't imagine wanting anything more from someone. Matt was everything I wanted. 

"That was incredible." He breathed out, his voice a combination of exhaustion and something else. Awe, maybe? That realization almost made me laugh out loud. Could I be any more in love with myself? "Are you sure you've only done that the one time?" 

"I swear." I laughed, feeling extremely proud of myself. Matt reached down and helped me get up, my knees a little stiff from kneeling on the old, industrial carpet. I'd have to keep that in mind for next time, maybe try and make it to the bed before I jumped him. "Thanks." I told him as I settled back on my feet. I went to step away, but he wanted nothing to do with it. He tugged me close to him and wrapped his arms around me in a tight embrace, nuzzling his face into my neck as he did so. He hadn't shaved yet, and the 5:00 shadow rubbing against the sensitive skin made me sigh. This felt so right. How could he even think about ending it? "Do you want to talk about what happened?" 

He sighed, the sound of it tickling my ear. "We probably should." He pulled away and gave me a sad look. 

"Don't look at me like that." I laughed. "I'm not mad. I just think that we need to have a talk about whatever the hell happened here. I mean, Matt, you went from not wanting to rush things cause you wanted this to be something real, to pushing me out the door because you think I want to shove you out of the closet? I don't get it. Well, I get that your dad was pissed, but that was because that picture made it look like you were out with just Kyle, and he probably thinks you made him look bad. You and me? We're separate from that." 

He sighed, but still stood in the middle of the room without a single article of clothing on. How do you get the confidence to haunt stand around naked without feeling self-conscious? "You don't understand. My dad will go crazy over this." 

"Over what?" I exclaimed. "The fact that you like guys? He'll have to get over that. He's your father." 

"I think it's more than that." He snapped back, finally pulling his boxers back on and taking away the distraction of his naked body. "He wants to be president. He doesn't want to deal with my issues too." 

"It's not an issue, Matt. It's who you are. Why does anyone care, anyway?" I started to pace the room. "I mean, really? Who the hell cares? What does YOUR sexual orientation have to do with HIS ability to run a country?" 

He stared at me as I ranted, walking back and forth as I did so. This was so unfair. There was a connection between us, and he was totally going to let that go so his father wasn't upset. If that was his intention, why did he bother coming after me in the first place. 

"Matt." I finally stated as I stopped and stared at him. "This is your life. What do you want to do with it?" He just stared at me blankly, so I moved closer to him and put my hands on his waist. "I'll do whatever you want. If you want to stay in the closet, then fine. I'll do it. This secret hook up thing is working out, we could keep doing this if you want. But if you want an actual relationship? You're going to have to step out and risk people finding out. I'll do whatever you want. I would prefer not to have to hide it, but then again, I don't have as much to lose. What do you want?" I could practically see the gears turning in his head as he processed what I was saying. "I won't get mad, I promise." I told him as gently as I could manage. 

He sighed, but gave me a soft smile. "Would you hate me if I asked to keep it a secret a little bit longer?" He asked. "Maybe over the summer I can come clean to my dad. I just don't want it to leak all over school before I can tell him." 

Even though I had promised I wouldn't be mad, it felt like he had sucker punched me right in the gut. I had honestly thought he would want to have an actual relationship with me. It's not totally out of the cards, but it still wasn't what he wanted. "Okay, that's fine. Of course I won't hate you over this decision. Whatever you need to do is what will be done." 

He breathed a sigh of relief before giving me a shy smile. "I was worried you wouldn't want to be with a closet case." 

Seeing the distress in his eyes, I decided to make it a little more lighthearted. "Well, we will just have to play in the closet together. Whenever you want, we'll take the next step." 

"Okay." He needed, moving in tentatively for a kiss. I met his lips half way with my own, refusing to deepen the kiss, even though the whimpers he made when he was refused made my cock hard as steel. When I could barely take it anymore, I pulled away and gave him a mischievous smile. His eyes were half lidded and he seemed kind of gazed, so I took advantage of his altered mental state and bent over, driving my shoulder into his stomach and lifting so his broad form was draped over my shoulder. He let out a strangled laugh and attempted to climb down, but I tightened my grip on him and slapped his ass once. The yelp that he released made me laugh, so I rubbed the skin my hand made contact with gently. I carried him to the bedroom before plopping him down on the bed. It was graceless and exhausting, but there was something. So satisfying about seeing his half naked body splayed out on the bed. I ripped off my shirt and pants, practically diving into him. Matt was ready for me though, and the second I landed on him, his lips met mine and he rolled us over so he was on top of me. His hard cock brushed against mine, making me moan in anticipation. "Fuck." He moaned, pulling away from my mouth and moving instantly down to my neck. "You are just so incredibly sexy." His hand found my bulge, and he began to rub it over my boxers. 

"Matt." I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head as he gave me a firm tug. "Don't fucking tease me." 

"Oh, you don't like that?" He pulled his hand away from me, but I instantly grabbed it and brought it back. He let out a throaty chuckle. "Tell me what you want." He whispered in my ear. 

I hesitated for a second, but then decided to go for it. "I want you to fuck me." I told him. 

His hand froze in a tight squeeze around my shaft, making me groan at the intense pleasure. "What?" He whispered. 

"I want you to fuck me." I told him, moving my head so I could meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with lust, and a trace of something else. I watched as his pupils dilated in the dim light of his bedroom, but he didn't move. "Matt?" 

Matt finally acknowledged how long it had been. "Not tonight, Jay." He finally told me. He let go of my throbbing dick, but didn't move too far away from my body. 

"Why not?" 

He sighed. "Because I like you. I really like you. And you don't really know that this what you want. It's a huge deal, and I would rather wait until we can make it a little more special than a quick fuck in my dorm room right after a fight." 

I pushed myself up on my elbows so we were almost level. "I like you, too." I told him gently. "But believe me, this is something I want to explore." 

"And we will." He told me. "But I want you to be absolutely sure. It's a big deal." 

"Yeah, it is." I laughed, reaching my hand out so I could pump him through his boxers. 

"Fuck!" He moaned, his head dropping back as I slid my hand inside the fabric and squeezed him. I'm not sure where this wild side of me came from, but I loved it. Everything about hooking up with Matt was incredible, heightening my senses in a way no girl ever had before. 

I barely even had time to notice that Matt pulled my hand off of him and sat up enough to pull my boxers off, leaving me naked next to him. "You have the most amazing body." He told me, "I thought it was weird that you don't have any body hair, but it works for you." 

"It's for swimming, you jerk." I laughed, nudging him a bit in the side. "I wax every couple weeks. It helps with speed." 

"Oh. I didn't know that." He let his hand trail along my side. "I like it though." He leaned down and kissed my stomach, making the muscle twitch beneath his soft lips. He nestled in between my legs and started to lick a very slow trail down my abs to my pelvic bone. I was surprised when he bypassed my dick, though, leaving it throbbing in his face. 

"Oomph!" I grunted, as Matt bent my knees and raised my hips off the bed all in one movement. He shoved a pillow under my back, and gave me a mischievous grin. "What are you doing?" I asked, panting with desire. If he didn't touch me soon, I was going to die. 

"Just lay back and enjoy, babe." He told me with a grin before lowering his mouth to my cock. He wasted no time getting it all the way in his mouth, I could have exploded on the spot. 

Matt seemed to sense that though, so after giving my cock a tight punch right at the base, pushing back my impending orgasm, he moved his mouth down to my balls, lightly sucking each one into his mouth. 

I had my eyes closed and my head resting on Matt's pillow, the scent of him wafting through the air around me as he moved slightly more south. I jumped as he licked the skin right behind my balls. "Holy fucking shit!" I yelped. I had never felt anything so intense. Who knew the nerves there were so powerful?! Matt just laughed. If I didn't know any better, I would think it was an evil laugh but let's face it-Matt Humphrey is anything but evil. "What are you doing?" 

He looked up and his wife brown eyes met mine. "Try and relax. If you don't enjoy this, I'll stop." 

"Stop what?" I asked him. 

In hindsight, I should have known what he was going to do. Unfortunately, my limited sex life had not prepared me for the shock of Matt's tongue pressing against my ass for the first time. "Oh my god." I moaned out. 

Matt eased me into it, probably realizing that this was the first time anyone had even com close to touching my ass. After the first lick, he slowed down to tease me, licking the area all around my balls, kneading my ass cheeks with his hands, making sure I was comfortable. I was definitely tense at first, but pretty soon, Matt had me wiggling in distress. My cock was throbbing, and I was desperate to cum in a way I had never experienced before. 

Without any warning, Matt pushed up onto his knees and used his ridiculous strength to flip me over onto my stomach. He tossed the pillow to the floor and crawled back between my legs. I tried to turn to watch what he was doing, but he shifted my hips so I was flat. Landing on my hard dick sent a jerk of pleasure down my spine that I didn't see coming, and I moaned as I realized that I had never been so turned on in my life. 

Matt began to knead my ass, planting small kisses along the globes as he went. When he reached the top, he moved over to my crack and slid his tongue down the entire seam. I shuddered as he ran over the sensitive skin around my pucker-I had never realized just how good it could feel. He shifted one leg up so it was bent at the knee. I had my face pressed against his pillow, inhaling the clean scent of something that was purely Matt, anxiously awaiting for him to continue when I heard him spit. The cool liquid dropped through my crack, and with two seconds, Matt had his face pressed against me, his tongue lapping at my hole. My hips jerked, it felt so good I almost wanted to cry. 

"You okay?" He asked me, moving his mouth off me but replacing it with a finger that gently massaged the pink skin around my hole. 

"Don't stop!" I practically screamed at him, so lost in the pleasure that manners went right out the window. "Please, please, please." 

Matt responded to my begging with a throaty chuckle that sparked right through me and an attack on my ass with renewed vigor. I couldn't even keep up with what he was doing with his tongue, changing from circles to stripes and squares and God knows what else. All I know is that he had me seeing stars. 

All of a sudden, I felt the wet tip of his finger press firmly against me, and with a pop, Matt slid his finger inside me. The burn was unreal, and I instantly clenched around him. Matt moved from my ass and started to softly lick my balls, holding his finger in place inside me. "Try to relax." He encouraged, and brought his free hand up to rub my back. "I'm going to go slow, so you can feel everything." He murmured softly. His voice washed over me slowly, and I forced myself to take a few deep breaths to try to relax my muscles. As soon as I was able to loosen my grip on his finger, he began to slide it in and out in a slow, sensual rhythm that left me squirming and muttering words that I couldn't even comprehend into the pillow. The sliding of his finger in and out was amazing, but when he began to rotate that finger and plant light kisses along my spine, I was putty in his hands. 

"More, please, oh my god, more!" I begged. 

"You sure?" He murmured, licking a wet trail all the way up to between my shoulder blades. I shivered at his touch. 

"Yes, please stop teasing me." I moaned. The words had barely left my mouth before he slid another finger in to join the first. The stretch was unreal, filling me to the brim in a way that was even more extreme than anything else he had done to me so far. "Oh my god!' I groaned. 




Woodbridge Academy Ch. 03



Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Matt withdrew his fingers and rolled my body back over until I was facing him. I had barely even landed before he had spread my legs again and dove in between them, his tongue snaking out and licking all around my hole before he pointed his tongue and poked inside me several times. His tongue was once again replaced by his two fingers, but this time he brushed up against that bundle of nerves everyone raves about. The second his fingers hit my prostate, I thought I was going to explode. Matt repeatedly thrust his fingers inside me, hitting that spot over and over and over again as a slew of curses came pouring out of my mouth. I was so lost in the pleasure I could barely contain myself. 

"Cum for me, baby." He demanded, pumping his fingers faster and harder. The pain had long since given way to an unsurmountable amount of pleasure that had me thrashing on the bed, but I couldn't be bothered with worrying about how I looked. "Cum for me. I want to see that beautiful face when you explode." Matt was pretty much moaning his words out, and I could only imagine how bad he wanted it too. Just the thought of him ready to explode, combined with the feel of his fingers had me teetering on the edge, but once he wrapped his hand around my shaft with his free hand and began to pump in time with the thrusts into my ass, I was a goner. With a drawn out moan, I came harder than I ever have in my entire life. Cum splattered all over my chest, even as high as my neck. I wouldn't have been surprised if I got it in my hair and all over the headboard behind me. I was practically seeing stars, but I still noticed when Matt withdrew his fingers from my ass with a pop. I instantly felt empty, like a part of me was missing. I wanted to stay connected to him like that forever. 

As I lay there trying to catch my breath, I hadn't even noticed Matt had left the bed until he started to use a soft cloth to wipe me up. When his lips landed on mine, I noticed the distinct smell of toothpaste. I lazily returned his minty kisses, still too unfocused from the mind blowing orgasm. My cock had long since deflated, but I still felt the tingle of a good fuck shooting through me like sparklers on the fourth of July. It was heaven. 

"How do you feel?" He asked, settling in on his side so he could face me. 

"I'll let you know when I can think clearly again." I mumbled. His throaty laugh hit me hard, making my stomach flurry all over again. "That was just...wow. Just wow." I told him as I rolled to face him too. His hand instantly found my hip and pulled me closer to him. It was one of a million sweet gestures from Matt that showed me just how invested he was in this. I just wish he felt like he could act like this all the time. 

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." He smiled. 

"Why are you so surprised? It seems like you knew what you were doing." 

He gave me a shy smile. "I Had no idea. I've never done that with anyone before." 

"Do you want me to..." 

"No." He answered me quickly. "I don't want you to just do things because I do, or because you think you have to. I don't want us to be like that." 

I tried to holdback my grin. "So what do you want us to be like?" 

He leaned forward and kissed me again with the tenderness I had become so used to. When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead to mine, his eyes boring into my soul as we stared at each other for what seemed like forever. "Just us. You and me. I've waited a long time for you, Jay. I want it to last." 

"It will." I promised. 'We'll figure something out that will work for us. I promise, I'll be patient with whatever you need." 

"I'll figure something out." He returned. 

I didn't have any more words to make him feel better about the situation, so I did the only thing I could think of. I pulled him close to me and rested my head on his shoulder, touching him everywhere I could. He seemed to relax instantly, and before I knew it, he had fallen asleep beside me. I pulled a blanket over our naked bodies and snuggled further into him. Matt Humphrey was definitely going to be a lot of work, but I didn't have a single doubt that he was worth it. I just needed to find a way to show him that all of this was worth it it...



Woodbridge Academy Ch. 04



"So what are you and lover boy doing for Valentine's Day?" Josh randomly asked me one day. Several weeks had passed, and we were sitting in the library cramming for a calculus exam. Josh was clearly trying to distract me, but I was just about at capacity anyway. I hadn't really hidden my new interests from anyone, so Josh and I were able to talk freely, but we never referred to Matt by name. 

"Not sure." I answered as I placed my pencil on the table and looked up at him. "We haven't really talked about it. It's only been a couple weeks, I don't know what the protocol really is. Plus, we're two guys, and we haven't even had sex yet. Isn't it a little early for hearts and flowers and chocolates?" 

"It's never too early for that stuff." He grinned. "Even if you don't do anything crazy you should at least do something special. Go to dinner or something." 

"We can't go to dinner, people will notice." I reminded him. 

"Oh yeah. Papa Bear wouldn't like that much." He sighed. As someone who was out and proud, despite having an influential family, Josh wasn't too keen on the fact that we were keeping everything a total secret. He wasn't really one to judge, considering his secret affair with Adam was totally off the books, but for some reason he was harder on Matt than Adam. He claims it's because Matt came to me, and if he was brave enough to try to seduce me, he should be brave enough to come out. Adam is excused because Josh is the one who pounced on him and pretty much blew him into submission. To me, it didn't matter because I wasn't exactly out and about alerting the world that I was gay either. I quickly learned I was all give and take with this new situation. It was working for us. It was far from perfect, but it would have to be like this for now. I may not love it much, but it was what it was. 

"Not even a little." I agreed. "Although now that I think about it, he probably has to go out with Michelle that night to keep up appearances, so even thinking about it is a moot point." He just glared at me. "Josh, don't worry about it. It's fine." 

He just shook his head and started to pack his things. "If you say so." He finally told me. "But the thing is, Jason, that you are the one who is going to get hurt by all this. His father announced he was running for president already. If he wins, you are looking at four years of being in the closet while he runs around DC with his beard. What are you going to do? Spend all of college having secret hook ups in hotel rooms and supply closets? You deserve so much more than that." 

" I don't think it will come to that." I told him. "We've talked about it a lot. He's going to tell his dad over the summer and then we'll be out in the open." 

Josh just stood and threw his back pack on. "A lot can happen between now and then." He reminded me. "You deserve a guy who will really be with you and not be ashamed of it." 

"He's not ashamed." I snapped. "He just needs some time before he does anything about it." 

"He's hiding you, and you know it." He returned just as harshly. 

"Well, look at the pot calling the kettle black! Not like you can talk. Your boyfriend tells everyone he's out with girls every time he sneaks over to fuck you." The look on Josh's face made me instantly regret my words. "Josh, I'm sorry." I told him. "You know I support your choices, even if I don't agree with them." 

He shook his head. "No, you're right." He said softly. "I am having a secret relationship because he doesn't want people to know about me. It's not perfect. It actually kind of sucks that he doesn't acknowledge me outside of our room. But you know what, Jason? I don't criticize your relationship because mine is any different. I do it because you deserve more. I wouldn't wish this on anyone, let alone my best friend. I just want him to realize how lucky he is to have you, and not be afraid to tell everyone else that he knows that he's the lucky one, while they miss out on all that you are. He should be out there bragging about you because you are special and he should be proud of that. If you were my boyfriend, I'd want to announce it to the world. You're practically perfect, and if he doesn't see it, he doesn't deserve you." 

"Josh..." I interrupted. "I love you, you know that, right?" 

He cocked his head to the side. "Okay?" 

"You're my best friend. If you feel this way about what i'm going through, don't you think that I feel the same way about you?" 

"I guess I never thought of it that way." He admired. 

"Don't worry about all this heavy stuff yet. We are only in high school. It's okay that things aren't perfect, it's how we learn." 

He adjusted his backpack. "I know. Just promise me you'll be careful." 

"Only if you do the same." He grinned. 

"Deal." I agreed. He gave me a pat on the shoulder before he left the library, leaving me to stew in the chaos of my brain and study some more calculus. 

After working for another hour or so, I began to get antsy. The library had pretty much emptied out, leaving just a few stragglers behind. I packed up my stuff and was heading out when I decided to reserve a study room for the next week before my AP physics midterm. I would need the total isolation and silence to prepare. I was filling in my name on the room I liked when I saw Matt's name at the top of the list. He was in there now. That explains why he hasn't texted me all afternoon. 

I put away the list and went up the stairs to where the private rooms are. When I found his room, I tapped quietly on the door before I pushed the heavy wood in. Matt turned to see who was there, his face lighting up when he saw me. "Hey!" He grinned. "I was just thinking of you. How'd you find me?" 

"I saw your name on the list when I was signing up for next week." I told him. "This is my favorite room. I always use it around finals." 

He gave me a shy smile. "Why do you think it's my favorite room too?" I just grinned. "Come on in." He told me, shutting his textbook. "How was your day?" 

"It was okay, I guess." I told him, settling in one of the chairs. "I was just studying with Josh for physics." 

"That's what I'm studying too." He told me. "I'm having issues with some stuff. Think we could go over it?" 

"Sure." I agreed. "But can we talk about something first?" 

"Yeah, what's up?" His forehead wrinkled, a tell tale sign he was worried about something I was about to say. We had been spending so much time together, I feel like I almost knew him as well as I knew myself. I had never pictured myself falling for another guy, but that is 100% what was happening. Matt's the first thing I think about in the morning, the last thing I think about at night. We have been acting as friends during the day around school so no one would catch on to him, but then spend evenings hanging out together in the sanctity of his private suite. Josh occasionally hung out with us, but he still wasn't fully on board with everything that was going on, clearly, so he tended to keep his distance from the two of us together. He still helped me out with everything that I was uncomfortable with, or told me about things I should try to please Matt. He really was a great friend, and I knew he had my best interests in mind. It just irritated me that he didn't see things the way I did. 

"Well." I started, but then hesitated, realizing that I would have to ease him into this. He was still kind of like a skittish puppy whenever things started to get serious. I think he was just worried I would grow tired of our arrangement, but it did get hard at times. Sometimes, I wanted to venture outside of the dorm room, but I didn't want to be selfish. I decided to try again. "So, I'm going to preface this with the fact that I really care about you, and if you're not okay with what I'm about to ask, it won't be a problem." 

He stared at me for a moment. "Okay?" 

I gave him a shy smile. "How do you feel about going out for Valentine's Day" 

His features morphed as confusion took over. "With you?" 

"Of course with me. I'm your boyfriend, aren't I?" 

He gave me a small grin, but the smile didn't quite reach his eyes. I felt my gut clench. He was going to say no. I just knew it. "We've never said that before, but yes, you're my boyfriend." 

I let out a sigh of relief. "So you want to go out? Have a real date? We can go somewhere far away if it will help. I mean, we could go down to the beach or something. No one would know you there." 

"I'm supposed to go out with Michelle that night." He admitted. "Maybe we could hang out another night. The beach sounds great, though. Want to go over the weekend?" 

Now I just felt like he had punched me in the guy. Josh was right. "You're going on a fake date with Michelle on Valentine's Day? You'd really rather do that?" 

Thankfully, he had the decency to look ashamed of himself. "I'm sorry, Jay. You know how it is." 

"So let me ask you something. If your dad wins the election, are you going to come out?" 

He shrugged. "I don't know. I guess it depends on what he wants." 

"You're just going to let him dictate your choices forever?" 

"You don't get it, Jason. It's just the way it has to be for now. It won't be forever." 

I sighed again. "I do get it, and I'm not pressuring you into anything. I just want to spend some time with you outside of the dorm. I want to take you out, show you some real romance. Don't you think we deserve that? Don't you want that?" 

"Of course I do! I want that more than anything. But that's what I mean. I can't think of just myself right now. I have to look at the big picture for my family." 

"Fine." I muttered. "I won't ask again." 

He reached across the table and grabbed my hand, gripping it tight. "I really want to go out with you, Jay. I mean it." 

"But you're going out with Michelle instead." 

"Just as far as the DC gossip hunters know. You know it means nothing." 

Part of me really wanted to tell him to prove it. Break it off with her. Be with me. Just me. The other part of me knew that would be a dangerous game I would probably lose, even though it seemed like I was losing either way. But then I saw the hopeful glint in Matt's eyes, and knew that if I gave up on him over this, it would hurt him more than I could ever imagine being responsible for. He had shown me something I had never imagined, and I can't even fathom the idea of causing him any pain. He was so kind and wonderful, he absolutely didn't deserve it in any way. I would just have to keep supporting him and hopefully we can eventually come to a point in time when he is comfortable with who he is. 

"Please don't be mad." He asked, squeezing my fingers again. I looked down at our joined hands, then back up at his hopeful face. There was no way I was going to stay mad at him. Not with that face. Those beautiful eyes. Those gorgeous lips. That very talented mouth. Just thinking of all the times that mouth wrapped around my cock made me so hard I got dizzy. 

I gave him a squeeze back. "I'm not mad." I told him, watching as he let out a visible sigh of relief. "I get it. I really do. You're not in this alone, okay?" He nodded. "So, why don't you tell me what you and Michelle are going to do that night?" 

"We are just going to dinner downtown. Make an appearance for some photo ops. The usual." 

"Sounds nice." I told him. He seemed really anxious, and I felt terrible. This is what I had done to him. In all honesty, I really was no better than his father. "Maybe we can just hang out after you get back?" I offered. "We can have our own date night in once you get al the political stuff out of the way." 

"I'd like that." He answered, the real smile returning to his face. "It sounds like a wonderful way to end the night" 

"You haven't even heard what my plans for the night were." I teased, leaning forward, hoping he would take the hint. He did, and his mouth met mine in a passionate lip lock that left me panting. Matt Humphrey was without a doubt the best kisser I had ever experienced in my life. "I'm starving. You want to head to dinner? I'll help you with physics after, if that's okay?" 

"Sure, I'm hungry too." He agreed, so he packed up his stuff and we headed to dinner. He went off to sit with his friends, and I made my way over to Josh with my tray. He was acting normally again, so we just sat and bullshitted with some other members of the swim team before heading back to the dorm. The best thing about being friends with Josh is that he literally got over anything that was thrown at him almost immediately. Even though he was the product of a wealthy household and his parents were rarely around, he didn't have the typical rich kid attitude. Aside from the fact that our room was equipped with all the latest Apple products, you would never know he was so well off. He was just a normal guy. 

After I showered and changed into some sweatpants and a t-shirt, I finished the rest of my homework. I wanted to be ready to dash out the door whenever Matt called or texted. Even after all these weeks, the boy still had me chasing after him like a puppy. I was addicted to him. 

I filled Josh in on our valentine dilemma, but luckily he was smart enough to keep his comments to himself. I can't imagine he had any plans with Adam, so I'm sure he didn't want to argue over the same thing again. 

"So, when are you going to fuck him?" Josh asked casually, leaning back on his bed so casually, he could have been talking about the weather. Meanwhile, I nearly choked on my own tongue. "Chill out, dude. I was just curious." He laughed. 

"We haven't really talked about it since the first week we started hanging out." I told him. "I don't want to push it. He kept saying that when the time is right, so I have just been enjoying this time since then. I think he just wants to be careful for now." 

"Yeah, I can see that. He's definitely really into you. He probably just doesn't want to scare you away quite yet." 

"Scare me away?" 

"Well, yeah. I can't imagine you liking it very much." 

I just laughed. "I've enjoyed everything so far." I informed him. "He has just been really cautious about introducing me to new things." 

He sat up and stared at me. "I have to know. Is he as perfect looking when he's naked, or is it just the clothes that make the man?" 

"You know, you're awfully curious for someone who was mad about him earlier this afternoon." I pointed out. "Surely, you're not really that curious." 

"I am." He laughed. "He's so hot, he must look like a Greek god when he has nothing on." 

"He looks better than that." I winked. "But I'm not getting into it with you. When I have sex with him, you'll be the first to know." 

"Have you thought more about topping versus bottoming?" 

I shrugged. "Sometimes. I don't really know what I want, though. I think it will really just end up being whatever flows. But really, it comes down to what he wants to do. I just want him to be happy. He never lets anything end without making sure it feels good." 

"You guys are so lucky." He sighed. "I wish Adam would be more like you. Speaking of which, can you sleep down there tonight? Adam is coming by once you go." 

"He still doesn't know that I know, huh?" 

"I decided not to chance it by telling him." He told me. 

"Understandable." I agreed. My phone binged, so I grabbed it and saw that Matt had texted to say that he was back, so I stood and pulled on my sneakers. "I'm going to head down, okay? Call me if you need anything." 

"Have fun!" He laughed. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" All I could do was groan and head out. As I walked through the hall on the first floor, I passed Adam on his way out of his room. I was curious to know what he thought of the fact that I was always out of the room, but didn't dare question it. He didn't even acknowledge me as we passed each other. I just shrugged it off and walked right into Matt's room. 

We settled right in, getting really into the physics review, since Matt was truly horrible at it. He was so good at everything else, but for some reason, this just didn't stick for him. He had tried to drop it, but the school wouldn't let him, so he was stuck. It wasn't exactly going to be a deal breaker for him for college, so I don't know what the big deal was. But Matt refused to be subpar at anything, so who was I to deny him? 

We spent a good hour or two on the concepts, and moved into practice questions. I had moved closer to him to help him work things out, but it was just proving to be a distraction for both of us. I still don't know what it was about him, but somehow I turned to total mush whenever I was around him. I had never felt so hopelessly infatuated with anyone, and it honestly scared the shit out of me. He had so much going for him, I worried that even if he did want to come out, I would flounder in the public eye myself, paling in comparison to him. Yet, he wanted me, for some unknown reason. He would probably be much better matched with someone of his caliber, but he was settling for me, despite the fact that I had absolutely no idea why. 

"Think we should do some more practice problems?" He asked, stretching his arms over his head, revealing several inches of his perfectly carved six pack when his shirt rode up. "I feel like I get it now, but some of the samples are kind of daunting." 

"We can do that." I agreed. "How do you want to do it?" 

He gave me a wicked grin. "You on top, riding me hard." 

I felt the skin on my face and neck burn bright red. "That's not what I meant." I muttered. 

He gave me that grin again, instantly hitting me hard in the gut, making my skin feel like it was burning under his intense stare. He reached over and pulled me closer to him until I was practically on his lap. "I know, but the image is all the incentive I need to keep on trucking through this shit." 

"Oh, I see, using me for your own selfish needs." I laughed. 

"Well, can you blame me? It's really hard to focus whenever you're siting so close to me." He told me, adjusting me so I was fully on his lap. I moved my leg over so I was straddling him, and placed my hands on his shoulders. I was becoming pretty aroused, as I usually did whenever he was around me, and it was going to get in the way of us studying. "You're so fucking sexy, you know that, right?" He murmured, into my neck, pressing my chest to his, and holding me close. 

"Matt." I started. I needed to interrupt this or we were bound to fall into bed together and never get his work done. I wouldn't let him fail physics just because we were horny. "We need to finish this stuff up." 

"In a minute." He told me, letting his lips trail along my neck. I shivered when he reached my ear, nibbling on my earlobe as his hands roamed up and down my back. I let out a sigh of relief when he finally stopped teasing and moved up to my mouth, letting his lips work against mine. I tightened my grip around his neck and let myself get lost in his kisses. When he finally moved away, he rested his forehead against mine, catching his breath for a moment before he started talking again. "I'm sorry about earlier." 

"There's nothing to be sorry for." I told him, tenderly kissing him again. "You were upfront about what the expectation was when we started this. I just wanted to go out one day. It's really not a huge deal. You can go out with Michelle, and we'll hang out when you get back. Or we can go to the beach over the weekend. Whatever you want." 

"I wish I could go out with you too." He muttered, tilting my head up so he was looking directly into my eyes. "Trust me, I want to have a normal relationship with you. I hate that we are stuck like this. If there was something I could do about it, I absolutely would." 

"Well, hopefully over the summer everything will settle in the way we want it to." I told him, holding on to the hope that things would be okay for us. "But Matt, I like you. I'm not going anywhere. I promise. You're not going through this alone. We'll figure it out." 




Woodbridge Academy Ch. 04



"Thanks for being so patient. I swear, I hate that this is how it is. It's part of why I never should have said anything to you in the first place." 

"Well, I, for one, am glad you did." I told him with a grin. "Otherwise, I definitely would have missed out." 

He rocked his hips up, pressing his erection until it bumped against me through my sweatpants. "Fuck." I moaned out. "Matt. We have to finish this up for you." 

"I'd rather finish you up." He told me, his voice husky with lust. Matt's mouth landed on mine again, in a kiss so forceful I felt it all the way down to my toes. I tightened my grip around his shoulders and just gave in to him. Matt always had this power over me. One kiss, and I was literally pudding in his hands. He moved his hands down to my waist, using his strength to rock me back and forth over his hard length. Finally, he found the right rhythm and moaned into my mouth as our dicks lined up perfectly and we were thrusting against each other. "You feel so good." He whispered against my mouth between kisses. 

"Don't stop." It was all I could manage to murmur back. I didn't even try to stifle the moan that escaped my lips as he pulled my shirt over my head and threw it on the floor. Once Matt got started, there was no stopping him. Since I was on the receiving end of his ministrations, I never even bothered to try to stop him. It just felt too damn good. 

Matt began to move his mouth down over my collar bone, trailing his tongue and lips over every inch of bare skin. Once he licked a nipple, I was done for. The moan that escaped my lips was filled with every drop of the list I was feeling. 

"You like that, babe?" He whispered as he moved his hand from my waist and into my sweatpants. His palm wrapped around my cock and began to pump. My strangled moan was the only thing I could manage for an answer. He continued to caress each of my nipples as he worked his hand up and down over my hard length. My head fell back as all logical thought left my brain and all I could do was focus on how good his hand felt on me. He began to stroke me faster, using the precum dripping out of me as lube. 

"You have to slow down." I panted. "I can't last like this." 

Matt responded by moving his hand up to my face. Gripping my chin, he leaned in and gave me a forceful kiss, leaving no doubt in my mind just how bad he wanted that to happen. When he pulled his lips from mine, he slid one finger against my lips. At the same time, he squeezed my cock hard, making me moan out. As soon as my mouth opened, he slid one finger between my lips. No longer a stranger to Matt's kinky games, I immediately closed my mouth around his finger and sucked, working my tongue over it as I stared into his honey colored eyes. "That's it, baby. Nice and wet." He instructed. Once I had his finger wet enough for him, he slid it out of my mouth and kissed me again, working his tongue past my lips and caressing my tongue with his own. I barely even noticed that he had worked his hand back around me, letting the wet finger trail along the seam of my ass. I let out a moan as he pressed against my whole, setting off sparks that shot along my spine and straight to my balls. Since that first time Matt rimmed me, we haven't exactly been strangers to ass play. I had never experienced an orgasm as forceful as the ones Matt gave me. 

"Matt." I moaned out as he continued to massage the tight ring of muscle around my hole. "Please. Don't tease." Matt listened to my pleas and slid his finger past the muscle and all the way inside me. I let out a slew of unrecognizable words as he began to fuck me with his finger, sliding in and out of me, letting his strong finger rub against my prostate with each thrust. 

Matt dropped his hand from my cock and wrapped it around my back before standing and flipping us around so I was laying on my back o the couch. His finger was back inside me in an instant, finding my prostate almost immediately and driving me crazy as he massaged it. He still had his hand wrapped around my back, so he slid it out and moved up to my neck. Pulling my head close, he kissed me as he continued to thrust his finger inside me. I was desperate to cum, but I didn't want to lose any of the contact we had, so I wrapped my own hand around my shaft and began to pump furiously. Matt pulled his mouth from mine and glanced down, letting out his own strangled moan as he realized what I was doing. "Fuck, yes." He moaned. "That's beautiful." He kissed me again, but I was too close to finishing to really focus. Matt stopped thrusting his finger in and out of me, letting the tip just push against my bundle of nerves as I stroked myself faster. I squeezed my eyes shut as my balls drew up, but he turned my head to face him. "Open your eyes." He commanded, and I was putty in his hands. I did as he said, and stared into the honey brown pools filled with lust as he watched me get myself off. The eye contact put me over the edge, and I let out loud moan as I erupted. Stream after stream of hot white cum splashed over me as I came. I didn't dare take my eyes off of Matt as I did. 

When I could finally breathe normally again, Matt leaned down and kissed me gently. "You're so fucking beautiful." He told me. "You have no idea how sexy you are when you cum." 

"Stop." I whispered. 

He didn't even acknowledge my self consciousness, but just slid down the couch, pulling his finger out of me as he did so. I instantly missed him inside me, that connection that was so intense it scared the shit out of me. I glanced down as Matt leaned over and began to lick my cum off my stomach, dragging his tongue over every ridge of my abs and lapping up every last drop that I had released. I gave him a weak smile as he finished and slid along my body. He wrapped an arm around me and tugged me close to him. "That was unexpected." I told him. 

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself." He laughed. "Can we move to the bed? I've bulked up a little and this couch is killing me. It's not big enough for both of us." 

"I thought you looked bigger." I agreed, but sat up anyway. I pulled my sweats back up over my cock as I stood, Matt quickly joined and stretched. I had barely adjusted the waistband of my sweats when Matt dropped his hand and yanked them down again. I gave him a startled yelp, and spun around to face him. 

"I'm not done with you yet." He grinned before he leaned forward and tossed me over his shoulder, carrying me down to his room as of I weighed five pounds. He tossed me on my back on the bed, yanking my pants totally off, taking my boxers with them. "Fuck me, I still can't get over how perfect you are." He grinned. 

"Shut up and get down here." I laughed. Matt pulled off his clothes and climbed onto the bed with me. I never got tired of seeing him naked. It was like looking at a greek statue. He was all chiseled muscle and lean ridges, with a cock that hung perfectly between his strong thighs. 

Matt climbed up onto his knees over me before he patted my thigh. "Roll over." He demanded. I didn't even bother to put up a fight. I always lose. Not that I would ever want to say no to him, of course. As soon as I was settled on my stomach, he began to massage my shoulders. 

"Matt, you don't have to." 

"I want to." I could practically hear the smile in his tone. "Consider it a thank you for helping me with physics." 

"Then what was that in the other room?" I laughed. "Cause it seems to me that it was worth far more than a little homework help." 

"That was me doing what I wanted." He told me. "This is pretty much just because I want you to relax and get a good night's sleep." 

"You're amazing." I murmured as he continued to work his hands over my shoulders and upper back. It barely took more than 5 minutes before I found myself drifting off to sleep. It didn't even register to me that Matt had stopped and pulled the blanket over me before getting in bed with me. He had me so relaxed, I could have slept through a tornado. 

It seriously felt like I had just fallen asleep when Matt's phone rang on the night table by his bed. He let out an annoyed groan and pawed blindly for the phone. I watched groggily as he hit the ignore button and plopped back down on the bed. 

"What time is it?" I asked him, snuggling up against him. The temp in the room had dropped overnight, but the warmth of his naked body was enough to thaw any ice in my veins. 

"6." He answered sleepily. He tugged me close to him and wrapped his arm around me, making sure we were touching from head to toe. 

I had never really been much of a smuggler, but something about Matt made me want to be close to him all the time, feel that connection that made me so warm and fuzzy. It was addictive. We may not have had sex, but we had been more intimate in the past several weeks than I had ever been with anyone else in my entire life. He just made me feel different. It was hard to explain, but the feelings I had for him had long since passed friends and lust into something deeper, much deeper. I was absolutely falling for him. 

"Since we're both awake..." He mumbled, and rolled over so he was on top of me. "We should really make the most of this time." His lips ghosted over my jawline, but he wasted no time. Matt pushed my legs apart with his knee before he slid between them, kissing his way along my chest, stopping to flick his tongue over each nipple before he continued down my stomach. 

"Matt." I mumbled. "Your phone is ringing again." 

He groaned and sat up, the warmth of his body disappearing as he grabbed the phone. "Fuck." He grumbled. "It's my dad." He hit the answer button and held it to his ear. "Hey, Dad." He answered as he trailed his fingertips across my bare chest and over my hip bones. His fingers kept coming close, but never actually touched my dick, which was slowly filling out with each caress. I tried not to eavesdrop as he had a very one-sided conversation with his father. After the whole thing with Kyle, I was trying not to cause problems for him. He had been able to talk him down and explain what happened, but never really got comfortable with any kind of public appearance. Well, unless it was with Michelle, but that was different. I still hated that mess, but he maintained they were just friends, and I just had to trust him on it. I didn't want to be insecure about it, especially when I knew perfectly well that I was the one with him almost every night of the week. 

Matt's fingers wrapped around my length, and I lost all sense of what we going on. He began to stroke me softly as he had a conversation with his dad, something about upcoming meetings or whatever. It was hard to focus with his hand stroking me. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit down hard on my lip to hold back my moan as he gripped me tighter. I was oozing by now, dripping onto his fingers as he let the wet digits slide down to my balls and he began to massage them gently. I was so lost in the feeling, I hadn't even noticed he had hung up the phone until his mouth wrapped around my cock head and he took me in all the way to the back of his throat. I let out a strangled moan as he began to suck harder, his hand gripping my balls and massaging them gently. "Matt." I moaned out. "Stop, I'm too close." I warned him. 

It did nothing to deter him. I exploded seconds later, pumping my cum into his throat as he brought me to orgasm. I lay there panting as he got up to get a towel. He was always so considerate after we messed around, cleaning me up and making sure I was comfortable. "Thanks." I murmured as he cleaned any remnants of spit and cum off me. He leaned down and kissed my forehead gently before laying beside me again. Matt took my hand in his and held it close to his chest. "You're so good to me." I told him. 

"Because I love you." He murmured back as he pulled me close. All of a sudden, his eyes shot open as he realized what he had said. He shoved away from me and sat up. "Sorry, I didn't mean that?" He spat out. 

"You didn't mean it, or you didn't men to say it?" I asked him, sitting up beside him and taking his hand back in mine. 

"Just forget I said anything." 

"I can't, Matt. We're in this together, remember?" 

He finally turned to look back at me. "I didn't mean to say it so early. You know I've had a thing for you for the longest time. Now that I know the real you, I know it's really how I feel. I'm in love with you. I have been since the first time I saw you." 

I couldn't hold back the grin on my face. "Matt, you are incredible." I told him, before leaning forward and kissing him. I wasn't ready to say the words back yet, but I wanted him to know how much I cared about him. I put everything I have into that kiss, hoping that he realized just how deeply I was falling for him as well. 

By the time we had to part ways to get ready for classes, any doubt I had in my mind was erased and all I was left with was a desire to make this all real. I shot off a quick text to my father to ask him for help. When he asked why I needed everything I asked for, he wasn't incredibly thrilled, but he was supportive, as he had promised he would be. 

When Friday night rolled around, it was time to put my plan into action. Thursday was Valentine's Day, and Matt spent it at dinner with Michelle as planned. There was a picture of the two of them together online this morning, but I avoided reading the article. I didn't want any reminder that she got from him what I couldn't have. 

When I showed up at Matt's door that night, I had dressed smartly, and carried a bag for him. When he opened the door, I handed him the gift bag as I stepped inside. "What's this?" He asked, shutting the door behind me. He looked me up and down, and a grin spread over his face. "You look hot, by the way. A little more dressed up than you usually are for hanging out, but I like it." 

"Well." I took a deep breath. "I'm taking you out tonight. I figured my swim team sweats wouldn't be appropriate." 

He sighed and put the bag on the counter. "We've gone over this so many times, Jay. I can't go out with you." 

I just grinned. "Maybe once you open your gift, you'll change your mind." 

"Jason, I can't go out with you. It's too risky. You know that." 

"Just open it." I urged, picking up the bag and handing it to him. 

He sighed again, but took the bag from me and started to pull stuff out. I watched with glee as he pulled out a wig, glasses, and colored contacts. "What's this?" He asked, clearly confused. 

"It's a disguise!" I told him. "You can come out on the date I planned, and no one will recognize you." I was so excited, I couldn't wait for him to see how great of an idea it was. 

"You got all this for me?" He asked incredulously, 

"Yes." I took his hand and kissed it. His breath caught in his throat. "Say yes. Please." 

He grinned. "Let's give this a shot." He took the stuff from the bag and headed into the bedroom. I watched as he got dressed, wrapping up that perfect body in a pair of dark jeans and a blue bottom up. Once he was fully dressed, I helped him put on the wig while he put the contacts in. Once he added the chic pair of glasses, I barely recognized him myself. "Well?" He asked, checking out the mirror. 

"Perfect." I breathed out. "Ready to go?" 

"Sure." He greed, kissing me gently before pulling away. "So where are we off to?" 

"It's a surprise." I grinned. 

Matt followed me out of the dorm. The people we passed only acknowledged me, so clearly his costume worked. I led him to the car my dad had leant me, and drove us into DC. Matt held my hand in the car the entire way, but what impressed me more is that after I parked the car in a lot by DuPont Circle, he held it as we walked down the street. It was unlikely that anyone would recognize us here anyway, so it was okay. 

That night, I took Matt out on a real date. We had dinner at a nice restaurant that still suited my limited budget. We got to talk freely, hold hands, kiss, all in public, and no one cared. After we enjoyed a delicious dinner, I led him to a gay bar I had found that allowed anyone over 18 in. We weren't able to drink, but we still got to dance freely, touch in public, and no one bothered us. 

I was just making my way back from the bathroom when someone grabbed my arm. "Evans?" A voice interrupted my trip back. I spun around to see who had caught me, and was shocked to see that it was Adam. "What are you doing here?" 

I glanced over at Matt, but luckily he had his back to me. I was pretty convinced that one of his best friends would most likely recognize him, even with the wig. "Um." 

"I had no idea you were gay." He continued, loosening his grip on my arm. He began to slide it up and down, softly stroking my arm as he moved closer to me. I remained silent, not sure what the hell was happening. "Although, I can't say I'm disappointed." He murmured in my ear. 

"Adam, I have to go." I told him, pulling my arm from his grip. It thoroughly pissed me off that he would hit on me even though he was sleeping with my roommate. He may nt know that I knew about his double life, but the cat was out of the bag now. 

"Sorry." He told me, removing his hand. "I just got a little carried away. I've always thought you were hot." 

What is it about me to all these jocks? He never paid attention to me before. "It's okay." I told him. "Have a good night." 

"Any way you would want to dance?" He offered. 

"Sorry, I'm here with someone else." I told him, and started to move away. Luckily, he didn't follow me, so I made it back to Matt and wrapped my arms around him. "Miss me?" I teased, as he wrapped his arms around my wais. 

"I did." He joked back before kissing me. "Am I imagining things, or was that Adam?" 

"It was." 

"Was he hitting on you?" His grip tightened on me. There were quite a few possessive men in my life tonight, apparently. 

"Don't worry about it." I told him, leaning in to kiss him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, getting lost in the feel of his mouth on mine. "You almost ready to get out of here? I still have another surprise for you." 

"This has been the most amazing night." He told me. "Thank you. I needed this." 

"You deserve it." I kissed him again. "Let's go." I took his hand in mine and led him towards the exit, so excited to show him the rest of the night I had planned. I have a feeling he has no idea what's in store. 

"Seriously, Evans? This guy?" Adam interrupted again. "You turned me down but you're going to leave with this loser?" He shoved his way between me and Matt and pushed me back a little. "What the hell is wrong with you?" 

"Stop, Adam." I told him, and pushed by him. I grabbed Matt and pulled him away before Adam got a chance to really inspect him. I let out a relieved sigh when we finally made it out of the club and started down the street. "I'm sorry babe." I told him, pulling him close and kissing him right there on the street. "I hope he didn't ruin your night." 

"You called me babe." He grinned. "You've never done that before." 

I just grinned back. "Are you ready for your next surprise?" Matt just grinned and nodded. 

"What's all this for, any way?" 

"For Valentine's." I told him. "I wanted to give you something that would make you realize how special you are." 

"That's really sweet of you." He told me, walking next to me with his hand in mine. "Thank you." I just grinned at him, tugging him along the way. I led him down the street to the hotel I had gotten a room for the night, with a little bit of help from my father. When I led him into the room, I flipped on the lamp, letting the dim yellow light spread a warm glow across the room. "What's all this for?" He asked as he followed me in to the room. 

"I just wanted to spoil you rotten for one night." I told him. "I wanted you to see how much I care for you." 




Woodbridge Academy Ch. 04



He gave me a shy smile. "I know you like me, Jay." 

I shook my head. "I more than like you, Matt. I'm falling for you. It seems as thought I like you a bit more than just a little." 

"What?" 

"The last few weeks have been amazing. I can't remember ever being happier." I told him, moving closer to him. I placed my hands on his shoulders, smoothing down his chest and over to the buttons of his shirt. I began to undo them one at a time. "I want to show you just how much you mean to me." I whispered, moving in to kiss his neck. He let out a sigh and tilted his head back as I worked my lips over him. 

"Jay." He breathed out. "I told you I wasn't ever going to rush you. You don't have to do this." 

"Shh." I told him, gently pushing him back. His legs hit the large bed, and I gently encouraged him to lay back. He rested back on his elbows as I undid the button on his jeans and pulled them over his legs, taking his boxers with him. I finished taking his shirt and undershirt off, laying him naked on the bed. 

"What are you doing?" He asked softly, his voice coming out strained. He was rock hard, his steel rod sticking straight up in the air. I pulled off my clothes, revealing my own erection to him. It was bouncing painfully hard against my stomach, but I knew I would find my relief soon. 

I climbed up over him, straddling him on the bed. He leaned up so his lips could meet mine, and we began to grind against each other as our tongues fought a battle for dominance. "Matt, you mean so much to me." I murmured against his mouth. "I want you to fuck me." I told him. 

His breath caught in his throat, and his hips thrust up against mine. "Jason. I can't keep fighting this." 

"Stop fighting." I told him. "I want you. I want us. You and me. I want it." 

"You don't know what you're asking." He ran his hands over my sides. "I don't want to take advantage of you." 

"I do." I told him, letting my hands drift over his chest. "I wan you to fuck me. I want to feel you thrusting inside me. I want us to be connected like that. I want you, and I want this." 

"Why?" 

"Because you are the best thing in my life, and I want to make you feel good." I told him, leaning down to kiss him again. "Tell me you want that." I told him, pinching both of his nipples at the same time. He moaned and bucked his hips. 

"Yes." He breathed out. "God, I love you so much." He murmured. He flipped us up and moved on top of me. "I'm not doing anything that is outside your comfort zone." 

"That leaves nothing." I nipped at his neck, moving my hands along his back. The muscles flexed under my fingers, and I tugged him against me. "Please, Matt. Please, fuck me." 

"No." He whispered. "I won't fuck you." 

"Matt." I moaned out. 

He kissed me gently. "I'm going to make love to you." 

I let out a moan as he rocked his hips against mine, letting our wet cocks rub against each other. "Yes." I hissed out. "I put stuff in the drawer." Matt followed my pointing and opened the drawer to the night stand. He pulled out the bottle of lube and condoms I had bought earlier that day. 

"You really want this?" He asked me, his pupils so dilated his whole eye looked black. I nodded, and he let out a feral groan. This was it. I was going to have sex with Matt. I was so excited I could hardly contain myself. I was rock hard, dripping, and ready for him. I needed him to feel complete. Matt tossed the supplies onto the bed and pounced on me, his mouth working with mine, tongues intertwined. He only separated from me long enough to catch his breath, before kissing his way along my neck. "I'm going to make you feel good, I promise, baby." He murmured. 

Matt took his time exploring my body, kissing, licking, nibbling every millimeter of bare skin. When his hand finally got to my cock, I was panting with desire, desperate for more. "Please." I moaned out. "I need more. Please." I begged him. He bit down on one of my nipples, sending sparks of current through my body. "Fuck! Matt, please." 

He finally brought his mouth back to mine, tongue deep in my throat, exploring every cavity and crevice. His hands searched for mine, and once he found them, he took my hands in his and brought them above my head, our fingers clasped together as he laid his body over mine and rocked against me. He was so close to hitting my most sensitive spots, but still so far away. His hands gripped me tight, showing me everything he was feeling. He loved this. He loved me. He had told me as much, and had shown me. I was melting into a puddle of desire. 

"Relax." He moaned. "I'll take good care of you." 

"I know, I trust you." 

"I'm going to prep you, but you need to tell me if something doesn't feel good, okay?" I nodded, and he gave me a smile filled with so much love I felt like I could cry. He slid down my body until he was between my legs, and rolled me back until I grabbed my thighs to keep my legs in the air for him. I tried to watch him, but his had disappeared into my ass before I even knew what was happening. I moaned out loud as he spit onto my asshole, making sure I got nice and wet for him. His tongue teased at my entrance, flicking out and entering me with just the tip. I loved when he did this to me normally, but tonight, it felt different. He wasn't just teasing me now, he was preparing me for something bigger, something better. He spit again, making me moan out as I felt the cold liquid slide into me. "You're so fucking sexy." He whispered before attacking my ass with renewed vigor. He blindly reached around for the lube he had cast aside. Once he found it, he popped it open and squirted some directly onto my hole. He wasted no time, instantly driving two fingers inside me, sliding them all the way in without hesitation. It was tight, but the pain dissipated in a matter of seconds. He began to move them in and out slowly, while his tongue teased around my entrance. In time, I began to work my hips back and forth, fucking myself onto his hand. He groaned out as he watched me, but was diligent about moving his fingers. He began to scissor them back and forth, preparing me for the invasion of his impressive width. 

His fingers brushed against my prostate, and I jumped at the contact. "Fuck!" I yelled out, not ashamed to be loud in the hotel. It wasn't like in the dorm, where someone could hear if I was too loud. Here, we were two anonymous guys in the privacy of a room in the middle of the city. "That feels so good. Don't stop!" 

Matt just chuckled and attempted to slide in a third finger. The shot of pain through me made me wince, but I threw my head back and squeezed my eyes shut until the pain passed. "Please, Matt. I need you inside me." I told him. I had never imagined saying these words, but now, it was all I wanted. 

Matt didn't need to be told twice. I watched as he sat back and opened a condom with his teeth. He rolled it down over his weeping erection, rubbing his hand along his own shaft to make sure it was in place. He slid some more lube over my asshole before wiping the remainder over his cock. He positioned himself over me, hips settled between mine, forcing my legs apart until I was spread wide around him. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him close. He took my hand in his and placed it on his cock. "You see how hard you make me?" He groaned out. "I'm going to make you feel amazing, Jay." 

He moved slowly over me, positioning his cock at my entrance. When the tip was pressed against the tight ring of muscle, he leaned down and kissed me as he slowly pushed inside me. I let out a groan in pain as his head pushed past the entrance. Matt stopped moving for a moment, watching me as I adjusted to the invasion. As soon as the pain gave way to a tingling sort of pleasure, Matt took the cues and began to slide himself into me. He had stretched me well, but the width of his hard cock was more than I was ready for. Once he had eased all the way in, I felt full to the point that I thought the pain was going to be unbearable. He took his time and kissed all over my face, whispering into my ear about how sexy I was, and how hot I felt wrapped around him. His sexy words eased the tension building inside me, and I found myself letting go, lost deep in the pleasure he was bringing me. He began to slide in and out of me, pulling my legs tighter around him as he did so. I wrapped my hands around his back, holding him close to me as he built up a steady rhythm. 

The moans that escaped me were unintelligible, but I was too lost in all that was Matt to even care. His cock head bumped against my prostate, and as soon as he found the spot, he began to pound relentlessly against it. He was moaning as he thrust into me, his steel rod pounding into me at a rapid rate. His hand drifted between us to grab my cock and I was lost. He began to pump me up and down, and, and with a perfectly timed pump against my prostate with a jerk of my cock, I exploded all over us with a loud cry that nearly brought tears to my eyes. 

Matt followed closely behind me, pulling out and tossing the condom aside to stroke himself a few times until he erupted with a roar onto my stomach. Our cum was mixed together in a sticky pool on my abs, but I didn't care. Never in my life had I imagined it would feel so good to have sex with another man. But this wasn't just nay man. This was Matt. Matt, with his kind eyes and sweet words, who had found his way into my heart. There was no going back now. 

Matt landed on to of me, kissing me gently before rolling us to the side. "You're so beautiful." He whispered. "I love you, Jason. I don't care if you're not there yet. I just really, really love you." He kissed each of my eyelids. "I'm never going to let you go." He murmured against my face. "Are you okay?" 

"I'm fantastic." I told him honestly. "Thank you. Words don't even describe that." 

He just laughed. "Thanks, I think." He pulled me closer. "I have never felt something so wonderful in my entire life." 

"Me either." I agreed, looking up into his tired eyes. The work out had clearly wiped him out. 

We laid there on our sides, curled up together, for an indefinite mount of time. It didn't matter how long it was. It didn't matter that the sounds on the streets on DC quieted down as we laid there staring at each other, or that we were tired beyond reason. We had each other, and that was all we needed. The rest of the world could just fade away, and I knew everything would be okay.



Woodbridge Academy Ch. 05



In all my years of friendship with Josh, he had always told me how wonderful it felt to wake up wrapped in a guy's arms after a night of passion. I had always scoffed at him and changed the subject, because the thought of a hard body against me instead of the soft curves of a gorgeous girl made me laugh. But now here I am, wrapped up in Matt's arms in the plush hotel bed he had just fucked me in, and it was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. He was all muscle, the firm ridges pressing against me in all the right places. His chest hair tickled my back with each breath he took. His hand laid comfortably on my hip, pressing me to him. It was comfortable. It felt like love. I had never been held so tenderly before.

And then...there was his cock, nestled between my ass cheeks. He was semi-hard, and absolutely unaware of how his morning wood was turning me on while he slept so comfortably. I was still sore, but in that delicious way that reminded me how we had connected so intimately last night. Memories of his hard body pressed against mine, the sound of skin slapping skin, the look of pure ecstasy on his face when he entered me for the first time, and the way it felt when he made me explode in an orgasm so intense I saw stars, flooded my mind in a rush. I was instantly hard again, and buried my face in the pillow, biting back my frustration.

"You okay, Jay?" I heard Matt mumble behind me. He sounded so sleepy, it was adorable. I'm sure the exertion of the evening before had wiped him out. We had barely slept for more than 5 hours.

"Yeah, sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up." I told him, keeping my body turned away from him. I didn't want him to see my erection and feel like he had to take care of it. Knowing Matt, he would have it in his mouth, blowing me until I came all over him in an instant. He was always a little extra frisky in the morning. The thrill of a quickie before we had to separate seemed to get him going, but I wanted more than that. I wanted a little more give and take with the two of us, but in all honesty, I just didn't know what to do all the time. I worried my tricks were boring and he would get sick of me.

"It's okay." He murmured, kissing the back of my neck so softly I barely felt it. His hand on my waist slid further down to my stomach and he pulled me closer to him before pushing a leg between mine. His hand slid up to my chest and I let out a sigh as it brushed over a nipple. "How are you feeling?" He asked as his lips moved over my neck to my shoulder. He was hard and pressed against the seam of my ass, seeming to fit perfectly in the space as he began to rock his hips back and forth against me. Every time his head brushed against my hole, a spark of pleasure shot through me and I was reminded how great it felt when he was inside me.

"Really good." I told him, turning my head so I could see him.

"You're not sore?"

"A little bit." I confessed. "But I'm okay."

"Good." He told me, kissing my mouth softly before shifting his attention back to my body. He rolled me over until I was on my back and he could crawl over me. His hard cock brushed against my own weeping member, and he let out a sultry moan as he shifted slightly. "Fuck! I can't get enough of you." He told me before he leaned down and kissed me hard on the mouth. Nothing soft and sweet this time--it was all teeth clashing and passion this time around.

Matt slid his hand between us and wrapped a large hand around both of our shafts, stroking us both together. He began to pump furiously, using our own juices as lube. I could already feel my balls starting to rise and that familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Oh my god." I moaned out as my eyes rolled back in my head. Matt was on a mission, one that involved us getting off as quickly as possible.

He shifted slightly, providing a better angle for himself. He tightened his grip before he leaned down and bit one of my nipples, forcing a loud moan out of me. We had never been so quick and to the point, but it was doing something amazing to my body. This wasn't some tender moment. This was lust, passion, urgency. It was a major turn on. "You like that, babe?" He asked against my chest, licking the sensitive nub.

"Fuck, yes." I moaned out. He twisted his hand slightly around our cocks, making his head rub against the spot under my own head. I was so hard I was practically seeing stars. I needed to cum.

"I love seeing you like this." He continued. "All writhing in pleasure, desperate to get there." He let go of his own cock and just focused on mine, gripping it hard until I moaned out from the sheer force of his strokes. "You're mine, baby. No one else gets to see you like this." He kissed me deeply, but I was too lost in my pending orgasm to focus. It was messy, rough. "Fuck, you're so hot like this. Tell me what you want."

"Matt, I need to cum." I moaned out. "Please, baby." He tightened his grip again, and I yelped.

"Yeah? You wanna cum?" He moved over to my ear, kissing and nibbling on the sensitive skin.

"Yes! Matt, please!" I wasn't ashamed of my begging. I needed it bad.

He began to pump furiously, bringing me right to the edge. I was barely going to last seconds. "Cum for me, Jason." He ordered, and I was a goner. Stream after stream of cum shot out of me, all over both of our chests. I had been so lost in my own pleasure, I hardly registered that Matt let out a growl of his own as he shot his load all over my chest.

"Fuck." I panted on the bed beneath him. "Where did that come from?" I let out a breathy laugh.

"I have no idea." He chuckled. "You seemed to like it though." He grinned.

"Fuck yeah I did." I laughed. "I thought you were hot before, but throw in a little control? I don't think I have ever cum so hard in my life."

He just grinned and leaned down to give me a soft kiss. "Are you really feeling okay?" The concern in his eyes touched me deeply, and I felt the all too familiar butterflies in my gut that usually appeared whenever Matt was near. "There's really no pain?"

"I promise." I told him, rolling over onto my side so I could face him. The shades were still drawn so it was hard to get a sense for what time it was, but a quick glance at the clock showed me we still had a couple of hours before we had to check out. "It was actually amazing. I loved everything about it."

"I'm glad." He told me, wrapping me in his arms. "To be honest, I had never imagined this all going down like this. It was a pleasant surprise."

"Really? What did you expect?" I had to admit, I was curious. Matt had been dreaming of me for years. Surely there was a fantasy or two in there somewhere. I had always wanted to know, but worried that if I asked him, it would open doors I wasn't ready to walk through yet. Now that I had given myself to him, it didn't seem like there was much to be shy about anymore.

"Well, I always imagined that you'd have to top me. It'd be easier for you, you know? A little more control for you. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself though, because I was truly worried for a while." He gave me a sheepish grin. He still had the colored contacts in, and it was a little weird. The wig had long since fallen somewhere on the floor, tossed aside at some point in the passion of the night. "As long as you were happy, that's all that matters."

"I cant picture you being anything but the dominant one." I confessed. "You're just so big and have such a commanding presence. I belong in the shadows."

He let out a laugh. "Okay, you're ridiculous. The last place you belong is in the shadows. And there's nothing commanding about me. For crying out loud, I'm afraid of my own father."

"You're not afraid of him. You just don't want to disappoint him. That's totally normal. Even more so around here. Besides, I totally get it, and it's just not a problem for me anymore. If it means that I get to keep you, I will stay hidden as long as you want."

"Thanks." He grinned, giving me a quick kiss. "I can't believe Adam was there last night. He's such a ladies man."

"Naw. Every time he says he's with a girl, he's actually been with a guy."

"What?! No way!" Matt laughed. "He gets more action than anyone I know."

"Yeah, with Josh." I told him. "They've been hooking up for months. But no one knows that so don't tell anyone."

"I won't." He promised. "I still can't believe it though. What's weird to me is that he would go to a club in the middle of DC. It's a pretty ballsy move. His father would shit a Honda if he knew about that."

"Especially since he won't admit to having anything to do with Josh." I sighed. "It's just a messed up situation. I'm impressed he didn't recognize you though. I guess that wig did some wonders."

"You think it looks better?" He asked, sitting up and stretching. "Curly hair, green eyes? And the glasses? I looked like a floppy dork."

"No you didn't." I laughed. "It was awesome. I mean, I far prefer your normal look, but if the wig allowed for you to actually hang out with me and act like you normally would in public, I'm okay with it."

"I guess." He shrugged. "So how did you manage to swing all of this anyway? This is a pretty nice place, not exactly the type of place that allows teenagers to rent rooms."

"My dad helped. He rented the room and let me borrow his car. He was driving Kyle around last night anyway. I jus have to return it to him before we go back o school."

"He was with Kyle again?"

"Ummm, it's kind of his job." I pointed out. "Hard to be head of security without being near the person being secured."

"They don't seem freakishly close to you? I mean, they always act like they have a secret."

"You're one to talk." I huffed. "You have more secrets than anyone else I know."

"That's not true."

"Please. You're looking at the biggest one of them." I told him. He had the decency to look ashamed and looked down at the sheet covering his lap. "There's nothing going on between the two of them. That'd be weird, and...no. It's not happening."

"I don't want to argue with you over it. It was just a thought. I'm sorry if I upset you."

"It's fine. You just don't know them like I do. They've always been like that. My father looks at Kyle like a kid, and he's far more professional than that."

"Okay, I'm sorry." He raised his hands defensively. "I just thought that maybe they were involved. They just seem really close to me. And your dad is so cool with everything. It seemed sort of suspect to me. But I really am sorry I upset you. I won't mention it again."

"Thank you." I muttered. "I'm going to shower." I climbed out of the bed and ignored Matt's protests as I walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

This was so typical of Matt. Every time we had a great moment, he had to ruin it, either with talks of his father, or now this, with my father. Some sort of reminder that I was a secret and would never be more than that. I thought we had finally crossed a line last night. Hadn't I proven that I care about him yet? I angrily scrubbed down, annoyed at the soreness in my muscles. We had a beautiful night, and now it was all over. And for what? Accusations and nonsense. Why did he feel the need to bring everyone else down with us? I had to think that it was enough that the two of us were trapped in secrets and lies, but now he thinks everyone else is too? My father was nothing like his.

By the time I got out of the shower, I was more annoyed than ever. I really thought that sleeping with Matt would have been enough for him, enough of a sign that I was in this. So why did I feel like I was the only one involved now? Why am I the only one trying? He tells me he loves me, but does he? Or did he just want to get in my pants? Now that he had, was he just going to continue to annoy me until I got sick of it? Ugh.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and stared in the mirror. I had a few love bits scattered over my chest and shoulders, leftover from last night's activities. My skin flushed as I thought about what we had done. It really was an amazing night with an amazing guy I was falling hard for. With a sigh, I realized just how ridiculous I was being. Matt was a lot of things, but vicious was not one of them. Who cares if he thought Kyle and my father were close? They are. I can certainly see how it could be misconstrued as anything but what it actually is. It wasn't exactly fair that I was so hard on Matt. He was always so nice to me, and he was completely honest about his need to stay quiet about me. It just stung a bit, even after all this time. I didn't have some great need to be out and open, but I had been raised to be proud of who I am. My father had given me his blessing to be whatever I wanted, be with whoever I wanted, and that was all I needed.

Even though I felt a little better about what Matt had said, I still felt like I needed to delay getting back out there. I always backed down first and it was annoying. This relationship was 100% designed to suit Matt's needs, and even when I went out of my way to do something nice for him, it wasn't enough. I'm not really sure what else I wanted, and couldn't even get started on what he was expecting. I sighed at my reflection again before picking up my razor and shaving cream. I gave my face a quick shave before getting started on my arms, legs, and chest. I would be more than happy when swim season was over and I could take a break from the manscaping. I hadn't heard from the Yale swim team yet regarding a position on their team, but I wasn't too stressed about it. I had also considered going out for crew if swimming didn't work out. Or maybe I would just relax and enjoy college for what it could be. There was no need to go totally nuts over anything at this point in time. By the time I finished, I had been in the bathroom for quite some time. When I dared to enter the room again, I found Matt sitting on the side of the bed staring at his feet. He had pulled his boxers on, but that was it.

He looked up as I retreated from the bathroom, his face filled with an emotion I couldn't identify. "Jay, I..." He started, but was interrupted by my dad's ringtone blaring out from my phone. He sighed but waved it off. "Go ahead." He told me. I took the permission he granted and rummaged through my pants on the floor, finding my phone shoved deep in one of the pockets from where I had stowed it the night before.

"Hey, Dad." I greeted him as I answered his call. "What's up?"

"Oh, good. You're up." He returned, all business. "Look, I know it's early, but I'm pretty close to your hotel. Is it okay if I just come get the keys from you? No point in you going across town if you don't have to, and you're so close to the train here. It'd be easier for you to get back to school than from home."

"I guess." I agreed. "I can run the keys down to you." I know my dad was cool about Matt, but I didn't think he needed to come see our clothes all over the floor, or any other evidence that we got it on last night. There are some things I just didn't need to share with my father, regardless of how cool he could be.

"Really? That'd be great. Thanks."

"No problem." I returned as I started to pull my clothes out of my bag. I had packed a spare set for myself, and had snuck a set of clothes for Matt in there as well. I cradled the phone to my ear as I pulled his clothes out and piled them on the bed. "How far away are you?" I asked, now shoving all our dirty clothes in the bag. I glanced over at Matt, who watched on in silence. His face was unreadable.

"A couple minutes. I'll meet you in the lobby." He told me.

"Great, see you soon." I hung up. "I'll be back in a few." I told Matt. "I just have to give my dad the car keys." He only nodded before he stood and headed to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. I tried not to wince at the sound, but it stung. He had nothing to be mad about. I was the one who put myself out there for him, and he was the one accusing my father of hiding things. I sighed in frustration, but brushed it off and grabbed the car keys and room card before I headed down stairs.

I found my father standing in the lobby, holding a tray of coffees. "Hey." He greeted. "I brought you guys some coffee. Thanks for meeting me so early."

"No problem." I told him as we traded things. "Thanks for helping with the room and the car."

"My pleasure, son." He smiled. "Did you boys have a nice night?"

"It was great." I told him. No need to mention that the morning was not so great.

"Good, I'm glad."

"Are you sleeping with Kyle, Dad?" I blurted out. I didn't mean to, it just kind of popped out. I was instantly ashamed of myself and could feel my cheeks flushing from the embarrassment of asking my own father such a personal question.

He gave me an alarmed look, but it quickly shifted to amusement. "What?"

"Are you and Kyle have a secret affair?" I repeated. "Don't lie to me."

"Of course not, Jason. Where on earth did you come up with that from?"

"You have to admit you guys are freakishly close. Closer than boss and employee should be." I was using Matt's words against my father, but I had to know if he was right. Maybe my frustration with him was unjust.

My father glanced around the lobby before he took my arm and pulled me to a set of chairs off the side of the lobby. "No, we are not involved." He told me. "He's my boss, Jason, and definitely way too young for me."

"But you were so cool with me and Matt. I thought maybe it was because you were like us too."

"No, I'm not gay, Jason." He chuckled. "Not that there's anything wrong with it. I am proud of you no matter who you choose to be with."

"I don't know if I'm gay either. I just really like Matt." I told him. "I haven't thought about anyone else that way."

"It's fine, I'm not criticizing you." He said, using his gentle tone that he employed when he had bad news. "But I guess I shouldn't hide the fact I am seeing someone from you anymore."

Well...this was unexpected news. "What? Who?!"

"Her name is Marissa, and she is the most wonderful thing that has happened to me in a long time. I just didn't want to force it on you until you were ready for it. You're the most important person in my life, Jason, so I wanted to make sure it was a long term thing before I introduced the two of you. She's been dying to meet you, though."

"That's...great." I told him. "I'm truly happy for you. You deserve to be happy."

"Thanks, son." He grinned. "As for Kyle." He lowered his voice. "He is seeing someone in secret too. He has a lot of things in the works right now, a lot of things I can't tell you. But what I can tell you, is that he is seeing another man."

"What?!" I screeched, but immediately calmed down. "So Matt wasn't entirely wrong."

My father looked confused for a second, but quickly shook it off. "Either way, it's a secret for obvious reasons, so do not just go around talking about it to everyone you know. It is a big part of what he is getting involved in, and will heavily affect your life."

"Well, that sounds scary." I told him.

"It'll be fine, I promise." He glanced at his watch. "I have to get going, but I promise everything will work out great." He told me as he stood. "Can we do dinner this week?"

"Friday works." I told him absentmindedly, trying to make sense of what had just happened. He had given me a lot to process in a very short amount of time.

"Great. I'll be in touch. Enjoy the rest of your weekend, son." He told me, tossing his empty coffee cup in the trash and heading out of the lobby quickly.

My visits with my father were often quick encounters, but this was by far one of the quickest. Especially considering the amount of info he just divulged. It was like an emotional hit and run.

With a grin, I headed over to the elevator to get back to Matt. We had quite a few things to talk about. The aroma from the coffee taunted me as I rode to our floor. I was itching to get into it. The exhaustion from a long night combined with not enough sleep for a teenage boy had worn me out, and I needed to get some more rest.




Woodbridge Academy Ch. 05



I was just about to enter the room when I heard Matt's voice inside. He sounded kind of distraught, and my curiosity got the best of me. I stood outside the door, coffees and key card in hand, trying to hear what was happening in there. His voice was muffled, but I could make out the words if I tried.

"I don't know what to do anymore." He mumbled. "He's always mad at me. We never agree on anything. He clearly hates that I hide him, but Michelle, I have to. You know my father wouldn't understand...no...of course I want to but it's not feasible...I'm just so miserable. I can't take it anymore and something has to change...no, there's only one change that will be successful." The hurt in his voice was killing me, and I once again felt like a selfish bastard. He was right. I was always mad at him for this secret keeping, and I can see why he was annoyed with it. "Maybe I should just end it. It would be best for both of us...no, it's probably the right thing to do."

My eyes went wide at the last part. I really did make him miserable. I was the worst person in the world. I sighed and decided it was time to enter the room. Standing out here and listening to his entire conversation wasn't right. I needed to go in and face this like a man. I slid the key card into the door and took a deep breath before entering the hotel room. Matt was standing by the window with his phone to his ear. "I have to go." He told Michelle, and hung up. "Hey." He said softly. "What's that?" He asked, pointing to the tray in my hand.

"My dad got us coffees." I told him.

"Awesome, I need one." He sighed, before taking the tray from my hand and setting it on the counter. He took one and sat in the arm chair sitting in the corner and took a big gulp. He was acting so nonchalant, I had a hard time processing that he had been on the phone with his friend talking about how miserable he was. "Are you going to have yours?" He asked, staring at me over the rim of his cup.

"Do you want to break up?" I finally had the balls to ask.

He looked alarmed. "You heard."

"I did." I confessed.

He sighed and put his cup down. "I don't want to. But Jason, this isn't what you want. I don't want to force you into anything."

"Is it what you want?"

"You're what I want." He said softly, moving closer to me. I took a step back, but my back hit the wall and I felt like I was trapped. "Jay...this isn't working the way it is. I'm done trying to force you into being someone you're not. I think it's time that we just admit that we're not good for each other, no matter how badly I want to be with you, and call it a day."

"So you want to give up." I challenged.

He had a hard time keeping eye contact, and looked towards the window instead. "I don't want to give up." He said softly. "But I do think that maybe it's time to give you up. This isn't what you want."

The silence between us was thick with tension. It was practically suffocating. "It is what I want." I told him. "I like what we have going, Matt, or I wouldn't be here with you today. I wanted to spend time with you. I wanted to go out and do things with you. I love spending time with you. If I didn't, do you really think I would still be here? That I ever would have gone back to your room with you on that first night? It is what I want, or I never would have gone this far."

"But..."

"No buts! I had sex with you last night, Matt! Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

He was silent for a moment, but finally looked up at me again and met my gaze. "It means everything to me." He finally answered, giving me a small grin.

"You told me you loved me." I told him. "Did you not mean that?"

"Of course I did."

"Then why are you running?" I challenged him.

"I do love you." He argued. "Jason, I'm so in love with you it scares me. But I don't want to have to keep making you do this. You clearly hate it."

"I don't hate it." I argued back. "I just wanted to spend time with you. I don't want to keep having this same argument with you. I want us to be on the same page. I know I keep trying to get you to hang out with me outside of your dorm, but did you ever think that maybe there's a reason for that? Like, maybe I want to hang out with you because I like you, care about you? I'm not embarrassed of you, and I know you're not embarrassed of me, but sometimes it feels like this is never going to go anywhere. You say you love me, yet you wanted to run? It doesn't make sense."

"I don't want to argue with you anymore, Jay." He snapped. "I hate this. It sucks. I never should have gone after you in the first place. I should have just stuck with what I was doing before. It was working. I have enough pressure in my life, I don't need it from you too. I don't want to make you deal with it anymore."

"Isn't that my choice?"

"You have made it so clear what your choice is, Jason." He yelled. "We go in circles all the damn time! It's obvious I want this more than you do. I'm done making you suffer through it."

"Have you ever thought that maybe I get upset because I care about you, Matt?" I argued back. "Maybe I haven't told you I love you, but have you considered that maybe I'm getting there? That I want to go out with you because I love spending time with you and because it is what I want to do? No one has forced me into anything. I'm so tired of you pulling me closer and then pushing me away. This was supposed to be an amazing weekend, and once again, you made it all about secrets and lies. Can we just stop it, and enjoy the time we have together for once?"

"I do enjoy spending time with you. I hate when we argue like this. This is never how I imagined things working out between us." He muttered, collapsing onto the arm chair.

His heartbroken gaze on me hit me like a punch in the gut. It was about time I accepted that things were not going to change between us. His hands were tied, and we both knew it. Everything that frustrated me about him was out of his control, so there was not much I could do except deal with it, or end it. There was just no way I was willing to walk away from this. The never ending soap opera that had become our lives was not enough to scare me away. Some things were just worth fighting for. "I don't want to break up." I told him softly. "I'm sorry I'm being so difficult, I just thought that maybe if I showed you how much I care about you, you would want to change things."

"I do want to change things." He answered. "I really do, and as soon as I can, I will. I promise. If you don't want to wait for that point in time, I would totally understand."

I sighed. "I want to wait for the time to be right, but I don't want to keep going backwards. Clearly the disguise worked. Maybe we could go out and do things together more often? I just don't like being trapped in the dorms all the time. I want to be able to actually be with you. Even if we have to go somewhere away from school, do you think we could sometime? Even just once in a while, just for a change?"

"I would love to, Jay." He returned, reaching out until he got a grip on my hand, and pulled me towards him. "I don't want you to think that the secrecy has anything to do with you. I know we argue about it a lot, but really, I don't want to break up. I just want to give you the option. It's entirely up to you. I'll do whatever you want."

"Okay." He tugged me a little closer, and I stumbled onto his lap. His face was instantly pressed against my neck, nuzzling the skin there. and I sighed. "I'm sorry we fought over something so stupid this morning. I should have known better than to give you a hard time about your father. I'm sure there's nothing there. If there was, I'm sure he would have told you. You guys are really close."

"It's okay." I told him. "You actually weren't that far off. I guess my father has been seeing someone, and so has Kyle. They just haven't been seeing each other." I shifted so that I was straddling his lap. It wasn't overly comfortable, so I stood up and moved over to sit on the bed, facing him. "But apparently Kyle is secretly seeing a man, which is probably how my father figured it all out. My father is seeing some random girl named Marissa, who is apparently dying to meet me."

"Oh? How do you feel about that?" Matt asked gently as he moved over to sit beside me.

"I don't really know. I mean, I guess it's good that he's moving on, finally, but it seems weird that he has time to see someone. He's always so busy. I guess it's a little annoying that he has time for her but not for me, although it sounds silly when you say it out loud"

"Do you think you'll meet her?"

"Do you think you could come with me?" I asked, looking up at him.

He flashed a huge grin at me. "If you want me to. I would actually love to go." Matt moved closer and grabbed my hand, playing with my fingers between his. "I would do anything to keep you happy, Jason. I wish you would jus realize that. Whatever you want, just let me know, and I'll do my best to make it happen."

"I'll stop asking you to do things out of your control." I promised. "I haven't exactly made it easy for you."

"Not really." He grinned, "But I can take it, just as long as you keep coming back."

"Then stop pushing me away." I grinned, moving closer to him. "I want this. I want you." I told him, pressing my mouth against his.

Matt wasted no time taking my advances and turning it in to more. His hands found my waist and he pulled me over until I was on top of him before his hands worked their way up to my head, holding me as close as he could. "Mm." He groaned out. "Sorry, I just can't control myself around you sometimes."

"Then don't." I whispered back.

He didn't even bother to answer me, just rolled us over so that he was on top of me, his mouth pressed hotly against my neck. Matt's hands roamed over my body until they found the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head before returning his attention to my mouth. His tongue worked against mine, my eyes were closed tightly as I savored the taste of his mouth on mine. It had the lingering taste of coffee, mixed with the essence that was purely Matt, a taste I could never get enough of. Matt quickly tired of just kissing, though, and pretty soon, his mouth was trailing down over my chest. I could never get used to the sensation of his hot mouth on my skin, setting me on fire with each brush of his lips. I let out a throaty moan as hands found the top of my pants. Once he got the button undone and began to push my pants down over my hips, he stopped long enough to pull his own shirt off before returning his attention to me. "This never gets old." He laughed against my mouth.

"I know." I kissed him back. "But seriously, Matt, if you keep up the teasing, there's going to be a major problem, and I won't let you sweet talk your way out of this one." I joked.

Before I even knew what was happening, Matt had flipped me over onto my stomach. I let out a soft oomph as I bounced on the rumpled sheets. He was immediately over me, the warm skin of his chest brushing against my back. I could feel his had dick pressed against the back of my thigh as his hand glided at a casual pace along my spine. The slow pace was taunting me, revving me up for something that was bound to be incredible. With his other hand, Matt had pushed down his boxers until he was also completely naked against me. The new position prevented me from seeing what he was up to behind me. "You okay?" He asked, as he pulled me up to my hands and knees.

"Yeah." I breathed out as his hand found my backside and his fingers began to work down between my cheeks. "I'm perfect, actually."

"You look so perfect like this." He told me, so softly I could barely hear him. "I'm the luckiest guy in the world." He added.

I didn't even have time to answer him before his fingers brushed against my hole and I jumped at the sensation. One finger breached the tight muscles, and all logical thought left my brain. I grasped the sheets tightly as he teased me with just the one finger tip. The sore muscles form our activities the night before.

I let out a grunt as Matt pressed his finger deeper into me without warning. Matt's breath was rapid against my back as he slid his finger in and out, before he finally added a second digit, stretching my hole to accommodate his hand. My grip on the sheets was so tight my knuckles were turning white, but it wasn't enough. I wanted him inside me. No—I needed him inside me, needed to feel that fullness, the closeness of Matt making love to me.

"More." I moaned out as his fingertip brushed against my prostate, jumping at the instant pleasure that shot along my spine. "God, I need more"

"Tell me what you need." Matt whispered in my ear, not slowing down the movement of his fingers. With each thrust, he bumped against that little bundle of nerves that made me see stars.

"Matt." I groaned out in frustration. He was making it too difficult to think straight, and the thought of putting words together in a coherent sentence seemed impossible. I could barely string them together in a clear thought, let alone vocalize what I wanted.

"I know, baby." He said gently with a soft kiss to the back of my neck. In one seemingly flawless motion, Matt rolled me back over onto my back and spread my legs. At some point in ll of this, he had managed to get a condom on and lube up without me even noticing. It was beginning to alarm me that I was so out of focus during sex, but the second Matt's round head pressed against my hole, I lost all current thoughts and let myself think of nothing but Matt, feel nothing but his hardbody pressed against mine as he slid his impressive length inside me in one smooth motion. It didn't hurt as much as last night, but it wasn't really a walk in the park either. His hands found mine as he settled in, and he grasped my fingers tightly as he leaned down to kiss me. "I love you." He murmured softly against my mouth. I didn't quite know how to respond, but I think Matt got that pretty well, and just let it go as he began to slide in and out of me. His hands stayed in mine, so I wrapped my les around his waist, pulling him closer to me with each thrust. My cock bounced hard against my stomach with each thrust, and I was just dying to wrap my hand around it and stroke myself to completion.

Matt was having none of that though, and kept fucking me slowly, kissing along my neck and jaw as he slid in and out of me at a torturously slow pace, burning me with each stroke. "Oh, fuck." I moaned out as his hard cock head rubbed against my prostate.

Matt grinned against my mouth, and it was all he took before he began to pump up his rhythm, pounding in and out of me faster and harder with each thrust. The bed creaked beneath us as he drove into me, filling me up and driving me wild. His hands finally released mine, and he instantly moved his hand to grasp my cock. As soon as he made contact with the flesh, I didn't stand a chance. Cum erupted out of me with volcanic force, splashing across my stomach and chest as Matt growled with his own orgasm, filling the condom inside me. He collapsed on top of me, not seeming to care about the layer of sweat and jizz that coated me. My ass twitched around him, totally spent from the pounding I had just received, but aching with pleasure all at the same time. It was an interesting feeling, but one that I loved. Mostly because it was all with Matt.

"Fuck." He moaned out as he pulled out of me. "That was amazing."

"Sure was." I returned, lazily stroking his hair. I loved the weight of his body against mine, and didn't want to waste a minute of our remaining time in the hotel room with anything but staying pressed against this wonderful man who had shown me so much in such a short period of time.

Unfortunately, the busy morning had taken up much of our time, and we had to go back to school before we even got to enjoy the room much longer. The train ride back was boring, having to behave now that Matt was out of his costume. We had shoved the wig and glasses back into our bags, just in case we could ever make use of them again. If I had my way, we would use them as much as possible over the next few months until they were no longer necessary.

By the time we made it back to school, I made my way over to the pool to get in a workout, and Matt said goodbye so that he could get some work done for the student government meeting he had on Sunday. The locker room was empty, which meant I was most likely about to get in some private time, which was exactly what I needed. I wanted to shave a second or two off my event time, but I was finding that it was easier said than done. I was still a little sore from the activities of the night and morning, so I wasn't too sure how this was going to go.

As I expected, the pool was empty, so I flipped the radio on to the channel that I wanted, and jumped in to start a warm up. The cool water was a shock at first, but I rapidly adjusted once I got in a warm up. All the stress and angst from this morning disappeared with each lap, and I was once again at peace with how everything went down with Matt.

It was safe to say that I was incredibly confused about what was happening. I felt one way, then another, acted another way...it was all very confusing and frustrating and I just had no idea what I was supposed to do. I know I wanted to be with Matt, but part of me felt like it was bound to end poorly for one of us. He still had his secret thing with Michelle, and I still wanted to spend time with him outside of school. It really had been a constant game of ups and downs, and it was pretty exhausting. I was not one for drama, but it seemed like that's all this had been. However, I promised Matt I would be patient and stick with it, so stick with it I would.

After fifty laps or so, I was feeling much better about where I stood. It amazed me how easily swimming could ease my mind. It was the one constant I had, and I was able to process anything I needed to. No one to bother me, boss me around, ask for things. Just me and the water. It really didn't get any better. I couldn't even hear anyone under the water; it was truly as private and isolating as I could get.

I grabbed on to the ledge and pulled myself up on to the mats surrounding the pool, grabbing my towel as I did so. Running my towel over my chest and shoulders, I yanked my goggles off and went to head towards the locker room. I jumped nearly a foot in the air when I saw someone sitting on the bleachers watching me, with a hood up over their head. I glanced over at the door and realized there was no way I was making it to the locker room without going past this creep. I took a deep breath and decided to just walk past as if there was nothing weird. My plan was ruined, however, when the hooded person got up and walked towards me, blocking my path completely by doing so. He took off his hood, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw it was just Adam. Not that I really felt like I was in any danger, but it was weird to see someone lurking like that.

"Hey, Evans." He greeted me. He had barely acknowledged my presence in all the time I've known him, busy with sports I didn't participate in. He was one of the wealthy kids, almost as popular as Matt, and definitely didn't run in my circle. It still amazed me that he spoke to Josh, but then again, Josh had money. He was just a laid back guy who didn't flaunt it to the world.

"Hey." I coughed, wrapping my towel around my waist and wondering why the hell he was following me. "Getting in a workout?"

"Naw." He took a step closer, and it made me uneasy so I took one back. His forehead wrinkled and he looked unhappy, but I didn't trust him one bit. "I wanted to talk to you. I saw you heading this way so I thought I'd wait for you to finish practicing. I've never watched you swim before. You're really good."




Woodbridge Academy Ch. 05



"Thanks." I muttered.

"I mean, really good." His eyes drifted along my body, and I regretted that I didn't have anything to cover my torso. His stare was predatory, locking in on my stomach and quite possibly what lay below. I cleared my throat, enough to get his attention back on me. He looked up and grinned at me, but I didn't return it. I didn't want anything to do with whatever he was doing. "I never realized you were so hot." He told me. "I mean, I knew you were good looking, but I never thought that you were gay until I saw you out last night. If I had known, I would have made a move sooner."

"Don't make a move on me. I'm not interested." I told him firmly. "I'm seeing someone."

His eyes went wide. "Someone from school?"

"Does it matter?" I snapped. "Either way, I'm seeing someone. I'm flattered, but don't want you to get the wrong idea."

"That's not what I wanted to talk about." He interjected.

"Then what do you want?"

"No one knows about my...extracurricular activities." He paused.

I let out a sigh. "So you don't want me to tell anyone?" What is it about this school and closet cases? Seriously. The list was growing rapidly. "Don't worry, I won't."

Adam bit his lip. "If it got back to my father, it would be a disaster. He'd cut off my trust fund."

"I won't say anything." I told him again. "I wouldn't do anything to intentionally hurt anyone."

"Thanks." He breathed out. He moved to the side a bit, and I took the opportunity to get by. I hustled into the locker room, desperate to get away from him before I said something stupid, but he followed me. I made it to my locker and didn't bother to take my suit off, just pulled my sweatpants and sweatshirt on over the damp bathing suit and grabbed my bag with the stuff from the weekend and tried to get out of there as quickly as possible. Once again, Adam blocked my way out.

"What can I do for you, Adam? I told you I wouldn't tell anyone that I saw you last night." I sighed, totally frustrated with this whole mess.

Adam moved in closer until I was forced back against arrow of lockers. "It's not that."

"Then what do you want?" I asked, trying to remain calm. Never in a million years had I imagined that Adam would be trying to hit on me in a locker room on a Saturday evening. It was beyond anything I was ever expecting and definitely not something I wanted.

His hand landed on the locker beside my head with a boom. I flinched at the sound, but tried to remain guarded as he leaned in close. "I just thought that maybe we could have a little fun." He leaned in close and took a deep breath by my neck. "You smell amazing." He moved in close, practically right against me.

"Adam, I said I'm not interested in you." I told him, pushing him back slightly. "I'm seeing someone, and it's serious. I'm sure there are plenty of guys who would be happy to be with you, but I'm not one of them."

"We can still have some fun." He took his other hand and put it on my shoulder, pushing me back against the lockers and moving even closer, pressed against me this time. He was bigger than me, and my attempts to push him back for futile against his giant frame. "I think you're sexy as hell, and wouldn't mind a go or two. What do you say? Come on, let me fuck you. You'll love it."

That was more than enough. With all the force I could muster, I shoved Adam off of me. "Enough, Adam. Just stop. It's not going to happen." I shoved by him and went to leave the locker room.

"You're going to regret this!" He yelled out after me, but I waved him off and kept moving.

By the time I got back to my room, I was annoyed beyond reason. Josh was out doing whatever he was doing this weekend, so I grabbed my shower stuff and headed to the bathroom. I would probably have to tell Josh about what happened with Adam, but I didn't want to hurt him. He had real feelings for Adam, and even though I didn't like that they were together, I also didn't want to be the one who told him his boyfriend was an asshole. I knew I had to tell him, but I just didn't know how I was supposed to go about doing it.

Josh still wasn't back by the time I got from the shower, so I went to dinner on my own and sat with some of my friends from the swim team. Matt was nowhere to be seen either, but then again, most people ate on their own on Saturday nights. The probability of Matt just getting pizza delivered to the dorm was quite high, so I didn't think anything of it. I probably wouldn't see him until the next day anyway.

"Hey, sorry I'm late." Josh sad as he pulled up a seat next to me. "My dad breezed into town and I had to go to brunch with him, which turned into a full day affair. I'm starving. What are we having today?"

"No worries. It's sausage and peppers tonight." I told him.

He wrinkled his nose. "I'll eat back in the room. Want to come?"

"Sure." I agreed. We said our goodbyes to the rest of the guys and made our way out the main door. The cold air hit me like a brick wall. I was more than ready for the spring to roll around. "So how was it?"

"Terrible, per usual." He grinned. "But I want to hear about your fake Valentine's day. How did it go? Was Matt surprised?"

"Shocked." I told him. "We went to dinner someplace near Dupont Circle, and then we went to that gay club you told me about that lets 18 year olds in. Then the night in the hotel. We fought a bit this morning, but shocker, it was over something stupid. Then we came back."

"That is so not all that happened. Don't hold out on me." He laughed. "Did you guys hook up?"

I could feel the blush creep up across my face, and Josh's laughter only confirmed the fact that I was red as a tomato. "Fine." I grumbled. "We went all the way."

"Went all the way? What are you, a 13 year old girl? You fucked him! That's amazing!"

"I wouldn't call it that." I mumbled. "It was way more than that."

He stopped walking and stared at me for a minute. "Wow, little Jason is in love." Josh teased, but his grin told me it was anything other than serious. "That's great. I mean it. I'm really happy for you."

"It was actually pretty fun." I told him quietly. "Not nearly as bad as I was expecting."

"Did you top him?"

"Josh!" I laughed. "One, it's none of your business, and two, I am not having this conversation as we walk across the green. For crying out loud."

"Fine." He pouted. "But you're telling me everything. I'm not letting this slide."

"Whatever you say." I laughed as I opened the door to the dorm and made my way inside. "It's not that juicy. I can guarantee it won't live up to your expectations. It was very mild."

"Doesn't matter. I still want to know." We made our way up to our room, and once we were settled in, he pounced on me again. "Tell me, tell me, tell me!" He whined as he sprawled out on my bed beside me. The boy had a habit of making himself comfortable. "And don't leave anything out." I groaned, but told Josh all about what happened over the weekend, every tiny detail, and he ate it up. When I finished with our subway ride home, his eyes were all glazed over. "Wow. You guys are just perfect." He smiled. "You are totally going to fall in love and get married. It's definitely going to last. I don't care what you say. It's going to. I promise."

"We'll see." I agreed. I glanced at the clock on my phone. "Is it weird that I miss him already?"

Josh made a noise that could only be described as a squeal. "Oh my god, I am obsessed with this right now. Go find him. I know you want to."

"It's okay, I haven't seen you all week, it feels like." I told him. Josh and I were best friends for a reason. I loved spending time with him. "I can hang out with you for a while. I saw Matt all weekend. I can just see him tomorrow."

"Naw, it's cool. Adam and I are going to work out together. He has a key to the varsity gym so he was going to show me some stuff." He seemed so nonchalant about it, but it was like a punch in the stomach for me. I forgot about the whole Adam situation. "Why's it look like your dog died?" He asked, curiosity filling his warm brown eyes. "You look majorly freaked out."

"Josh, I...." I started, nearly losing my nerve. Finally, I took a deep breath and decided I had to tell him. "I saw Adam out last night. He was at the same club and was trying to dance with me. Then he followed me to the pool and locker room and tried to get me to hook up with him."

Josh just stared at me for a minute, and the unreadable expression frayed my nerves. Finally, he let out a sigh. "I know."

"You know?"

"Of course. He told me after, cause he felt like a huge dick. We're not exclusive or anything, and he's not even out so it's not really a huge issue. I know you would never do anything with him, so it's not like I had anything to worry about."

"But he was at a gay club....hitting on god knows who. That can't be quite so easy to overlook."

Josh's jaw clenched ever so slightly, but he quickly eased back into his normal self again. "It's complicated, Jay. I don't like it, but I do like him a whole hell of a lot. If he needs to run around and be free, it's okay with me. He's honest with me, though, and that's enough."

"I don't really like that. You deserve so much better than that. He should be parading you around like a prize."

Josh just shrugged. "Luckily, I didn't ask for your opinion." He gave me a small grin. "It's okay. I'm handling it."

"Josh..."

"It's fine." He interrupted, holding up a hand to stop me in my tracks. "I don't want your perception of your relationship to get ruined or bogged down by my drama. You have something great with Matt, don't you think? You should be focusing on that. Enjoy it. Love it. Don't worry about me and Adam. He always comes back around, every time he's ever a shit head. Really, don't worry about me. I'll tell you if I need someone to talk to, but for now, I want us to really focus on you."

"No, that's not okay." I snapped. "I'm your best friend, I'm supposed to support you."

"And you do, but for this one thing, I want you to just worry about you. Please." He gave me such a huge grin, it was hard to believe we were arguing about this instead of something like which PlayStation game to play. "I just want us to work on how great things at with Matt and keep you from fucking that up."

"I won't fuck it up." I argued. I sat up straighter on my bed and leaned against the wall. "I don't really know how things are supposed to go with these things though. He told me he loved me, and I didn't say it back, so I'm sure that's bad. But we argue a lot, and over the same things. It's very soap opera ish, and that's what worries me. I think it's just cause he wants to hide everything, but what if it's not?"

Josh waved his arm at me. "It's fine. Things are always more dramatic when they're a secret. It'll be easier once he's ready to fess up to his dad."

"Yeah, you're right."

"As usual." He grinned. "So are you going to go down there tonight? Or he could come here? Adam's roommate is out of town for the weekend so we can go there after."

"It's okay." I told him. "Go enjoy your workout. I'll probably go down there. I don't know, if I hear from him I guess."

Josh's phone pinged with a text, and as quickly as he had breezed in at dinner, he left our room. It made me feel even worse about the whole thing with Adam, but there was apparently nothing I could do about it. It made me feel kind of helpless, but maybe we could eventually find someone better suited than Adam for Josh. He was such a great guy, he definitely didn't deserve to be treated poorly.

Since Josh had left, I decided that I would just venture down to see Matt and see what he was up to. I should probably use the time for homework or something, but since I found out I had gotten into my first choice college, the desire to do work had somewhat faded. I couldn't slack off completely, but I could definitely find something more interesting to do on a Saturday night.

When I got down to Matt's room, the door was unlocked, per usual. He really only ever locked it when he was off campus. He didn't have anything of real value in there that anyone else on campus didn't have, so he felt perfectly safe. Whenever we were in there together, though, he certainly made a point of locking the door. It was a fun little secret at first, but it had gotten old. On the other hand, I was more than okay with the fact that no one was able to just walk in on us whenever they wanted, whether we were doing anything or not. That time was pretty sacred to us.

I found Matt on the floor, shirtless, and doing push ups. If there was ever a sight for sore eyes, a view of Matt Humphrey working out and sweating would certainly be it. He had been working out a lot harder now that lacrosse season was around the corner, and his muscles bulged and flexed in all the right places. I could feel the drool start to form in my mouth before I even processed that it was happening. The thick cords along his back and triceps stretched and bulged with each push up, and all the blood immediately rushed south. Matt apparently didn't even realize I had entered the room, because he continued for at least twenty more just as I watched. When he finally rolled over onto his back and started to do sit ups, he finally startled when he realized I was watching him.

"Hey." He laughed as he pushed himself into a standing position and walked over to me. "What are you doing here?"

My throat was dry from staring at him, so I quickly cleared it before he realized I was a total creep and had been drooling over him. "Just thought I'd come say hi. I saw you weren't at dinner."

"well, I'm glad you came by." He told me with a grin before leaning over and kissing me quickly. "I was on the phone with my father and I lost track of time. I just ate here instead and figured I'd get in a work out before I decided what to do with my night."

"Any big plans?" I asked before I plopped down on the couch. Matt had been spending a lot of time with me lately, so I'm sure he had something to do with his own friends so they wouldn't suspect anything.

"Mike Allen is having a party at his parents' house, I had thought about going with the guys. Pretty much the whole lacrosse team is going, and it would be a good chance to get to know some of the younger guys who will probably be moved up to varsity this year. I figured I should probably make an appearance as captain and all. Make sure everyone knows who I am."

"Everyone knows who you are." I told him. "You're BMOC. You're practically royalty around here."

"That's not true." He laughed.

"Whatever you say, Mr. President."

"That doesn't matter and you know it." He sat beside me. "What are you going to do tonight?"

"Probably just work on some of my senior research paper." I shrugged. "No big plans."

"Do you want to go to the party with me?" He offered.

"You know we can't go there together." I scoffed. He nodded, but he had that dejected look on his face that he got whenever I said no to something. "Thanks, though."

"You could still come, though. We could hang out there, even if we didn't go there together."

"It's fine, really." I told him. "We spent all last night together. Go hang out with your friends and have a good time. We can hang out tomorrow, do some studying together or whatever."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, of course! Go have some fun. You really should be hanging out with your teammates more often anyway."

"Thanks." He leaned over and kissed me gently, dipping his tongue in gently as if he was exploring my mouth lazily. It was sweet and soft, no promise of anything more tonight. "After talking to my dad, I could use a little bit of fun. Plus I really should be a proactive member of the team. There are so many seniors this year that it'll suck next year for them. We need to build up the younger guys a bit so that they have a fighting chance."

"Totally." I agreed, standing up and stretching. "I'm going to head back upstairs. Have fun tonight?"

He followed me to the door, and before I could open it, he had his shirtless body pressed against my back. His hands fell onto my waist as he held me close to him. "Are you sure I can't talk you into coming with me?" He murmured against my neck. "There will be plenty of guys there that aren't on the team besides you, you know." His lips found my earlobe and I struggled to hold in the moan that threatened to escape. Whenever Matt did this to me, exerted his dominance over me, I was usually putty in his hands. But tonight, I wanted to let him go do something with his friends. There was no need for me to hold him back, especially because we had just had such a great time last night and this morning. It was okay to let him have a little independence. "Plus, maybe we could sneak off and find a little privacy." He teased, ghosting his lips along my neck again.

"It's okay, really. I want you to have fun with your friends." I let my head tilt back on his shoulder as his hands roamed. "But let's spend the day together tomorrow." I ordered, turning to face him. He pressed me up against the door and his mouth instantly found mine, hard and rough this time. The smell of sweat invaded my nostrils, but it was pleasant, manly, and it didn't bother me in the slightest. Matt's grip shifted down to my ass, pulling me closer to him until we were practically one. I began to slide down slightly as his mouth held me captive, so with a single heave, Matt lifted me up and pulled my legs tight around his waist. With an upwards thrust, Matt's erection bumped against mine, and the moan that escaped me was strangled through his kisses. At this rate, we weould never make it away from each other.

"Fuck." He breathed out as he pressed against me, his forehead resting on mine as we both caught our breath. "Unbelievable, this effect you have on me."

"I know." I panted, pulling myself down until I was standing again. Matt's kiss had left me breathless and kind of weak in the knees.

"And you really won't come with me?" He gave me the most adorable set of puppy eyes that didn't exactly match the macho exterior of his sweaty body from working out for lacrosse practice, and were hard to resist. Unfortunately, I knew it was for the best if we were not both at the same party. He needed to stay as normal as possible, and he had already shifted from that pretty dramatically.

"Sorry. Maybe next time. I just really want you to have fun with your friends. We'll hang out tomorrow."

"I know, I know. It's probably the best idea anyway, with the whole Adam thing from last night anyway. I don't want him starting any shit."

"He's hanging out with Josh tonight so I don't think you have much to worry about, but I do think that maybe you should go and have fun. Let some steam off and forget bout whatever happened with your dad. I'm going to work on my paper and head to bed early. My swim today tired me out anyway. Josh is out so I can just watch a movie and relax."

He planted one more soft kiss on my mouth and sighed. 'Fine. I'll miss you though."

I smiled at that. I loved when he was all sweet and corny like that. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. "I'll miss you too."

With one last lingering kiss, I left his room and made my way up to my own. The silence that hung there without Josh was weird, but nice. I very rarely got a night entirely to myself, so maybe this would be kind of nice...three hours and two movies later proved that it was also kind of boring. I had made a good dent in my paper, but there still wasn't much going on in the dorm because people tended to scatter over the weekend. These boys had the privilege of growing up in at least upper middle class homes, and most went home for the weekend or off on some trip that was expensed by their parents. I had never really cared about that, but now that I had one of those upper crust boys to call my own, I resented the fact that I didn't get to spoil him the way that I wanted. He seemed happy enough, but I wish I could send him to the moon and back.




Woodbridge Academy Ch. 05



Around midnight, I finally called it quits and crawled into bed. I flicked through the channels on the TV until I found a James Bond movie and set the timer to shut itself off in a while. Josh had brought the large screen in from home, but it still wasn't half as big as the one in Matt's suite. It did the job for tonight though.

I was just drifting off when I swore I heard a knock on the door. Deciding to ignore it, I rolled over and tried to get comfortable again, but the knock persisted. With a groan, I climbed out of bed and padded over to the door. Standing in the doorway, looking as handsome as ever, was Matt. "What are you doing here?" I asked him. "I thought you were going to be at the party all night."

"Here's the thing." He started. "I was there, and should have been having a great time with my friends. There was booze, plenty of girls, music—everything you need to have a great time."

"Okay..."

"But then I realized that the one thing I wanted most WASN'T there, and I just couldn't enjoy it."

My gut clenched. "Matt, you should have had fun with your friends."

He nodded. "You're right, I absolutely should have, but I just couldn't force myself to. I love you, Jason. I want to spend as much time as possible with you, not hang around some party with drunk girls climbing all over me."

I couldn't hold back my grin. "Well, aren't you just a softy tonight."

"There is nothing soft about me right now." He gave me a wicked grin that sent a chill down my spine. "Can I come in?"

I held the door open for him to come in, shutting it and locking it once he was inside. He turned to face me once he was inside and gave me that smile again. "God, you look so hot right now." His voice was all husky, and I could faintly smell vodka radiating from him as he stood strong in the middle of the room.

"Why don't we go to bed?" I suggested gently, not wanting him to get too crazy just because he was drunk and frisky. I moved back to where I had been sleeping before he knocked and got under the covers. "Come on." I urged.

Matt complied, but only after he stripped off all his clothes in a tauntingly slow strip tease. My mouth watered as I took in those muscles all over again, watching every dip and curve flex as he lowered his pants and kicked them off. Once he was totally bare, he climbed into the narrow twin bed with me and began to nuzzle up against my neck. I did very little to resist him, and by very little, I mean nothing. At all. I just let him kiss along my neck, nibbling his way along my collarbone and down over my chest. Matt's hands roamed along with his mouth. He was making love to my body with his lips and tongue, and there was no way I was going to be able to turn him down. With a sigh, I laid back as his hands found the top of my boxers and began to slide them down my legs. My cock sprang to attention, bouncing against my stomach as he continued to caress me all over. By the time he finally made it all the way to my groin, I was shaking in anticipation. "You're such a beautiful man, Jason." He whispered. "I'm so lucky I have you."

My heart fluttered in my chest as I struggled to keep my eyes on him moving over me, but the pleasure was too much and I found myself dropping my head back and squeezing my eyes shut. My fingers were tangled in my sheets as he finally wrapped his mouth around me, sending a spasm down my spine as he did so. I barely lasted two minutes before I exploded in his mouth with a satisfied groan. As I lay there panting, Matt didn't say another word, but simply crawled back up along my body and turned me so I was facing away from him. His arms quickly wrapped around my waist and pulled me close, so close I could feel his heart beat against my back. It took mere seconds for him to pass out, his warm breath tickling the back of my neck as we lay entangled in each other. The exhaustion set in shortly after, and I eventually passed out in the sanctuary of his arms. We may have a lot of ups and downs, and there may be a lot of confusion in our soap opera-esque lives, but one thing was for certain: Matt Humphrey was without a doubt the most wonderful boy I had ever met, and I was going to give him all the patience and support that he needed until he was as comfortable with himself as he needed to be. I had faith that he would eventually come out, and it was all I could do but support him. The feelings I had for him were unlike anything I had ever experienced, and I was going to support him in any way that I could until we could finally be together exactly the way we both wanted. All I could do was hope that that day would come soon, because I was or ethan ready to begin our lives together.



Woodbridge Academy Ch. 06



"Oh, yeah. Just like that...oh, god. That feels so good." 

Matt's voice egged me on as I took his rock hard cock deep in my mouth, my tongue sliding over the velvety skin encasing his throbbing steel member. I wrapped my fingers around his base, gripping tight as I sucked him deeper, so deep he was pushing against the back of my throat. His hands wrapped gently around my head, not pushing, but rather guiding me where he wanted me. I le my fingers drift lower, cupping his balls and tickling his perineum before the combination of probing fingers and the suction of my mouth was too much for him to handle, and he exploded in my mouth. I moaned around his pulsating cock as he sprayed jet after jet of sticky white cum down my throat. He let out a strangled moan as I sucked him to completion. As he softened in my mouth, I let him go and softly kissed the skin of his inner thigh before I climbed up his body and settled in next to him on the lounge chair we were currently sharing. There wasn't much room for me beside his massive form on the chair, so I ended up kind of sprawled on top of him. 

He leaned down and lazily kissed the top of my head. "That was amazing." 

"Glad you approve." I grinned into his neck as he snuggled me closer to him. 

Matt and I were currently hanging out at a hotel in Virginia Beach, enjoying the first long weekend of the year that was warm enough to actually be outside and enjoy the beach. Several weeks had gone by without a hitch, and I can't remember a time that I was happier. We had stopped having the same argument all the time, and were just enjoying being together. Matt had surprised me with this weekend trip, and it was shaping up to be a pretty great time. We had a great hotel right on the beach, no one cared when we went out to dinner, even though he wore his wig and glasses, and we were able to just be ourselves. Holding hands on the street, stealing kisses on street corners, and spending hours in bed left me with little room for complaints. 

"So what should we do for dinner?" I asked, letting my finger tips dance over the broad expanse of his chest. His soft chest hair brushed against my face, and I found myself nuzzling against it. Matt Humphrey was one sexy guy. 

"I was thinking about room service." He murmured against my head. "This is our last night. I kind of just want to spend time with just you before we go back to school tomorrow." 

"That sounds good to me." I agreed as I sat up. "Hey, when we get back, we only have three more weeks of school left." 

"And we can be together for good." He grinned. 

"Can't wait." I beamed at him, leaning down for another kiss. I never got tired of the taste of him. As his hands roamed over my bare back, I shivered under his touch and let myself fall back against him. His hands roamed into the waistband of my shorts, but never dipped any further south than my waist. 

Finally, he pulled away and with a firm smack on my ass, he motioned for me to get up. I did as he wanted, stretching as I did so. "Want to go for a walk on the beach later?" He asked. "I'd hate to miss out on any last time we can get out there before we have to go home." 

"Sure." I agreed as I pulled him to his feet. "But we should probably go out there sooner rather than later. It got really cold last night once the sun went down." 

Matt glanced out at the horizon. "Want to just go out now?" 

"That works." I grinned. We headed back into our room and grabbed some shoes and sweatshirts before we headed down. There was hardly anyone on the beach, since most locals considered it too cold to actually be outside, even though it was a good 20 degrees warmer than in the city. Matt grabbed my hand as we crossed the sand, leading me down to the surf. We kicked off our shoes again, letting the cold water wash over our feet as we started to walk, leaving our shoes behind. I loved the beach in the late afternoon. It reminded me so much of when I was a kid, and going to the lakes with my mother and father. It was a happy time, before my mother decided to ran off. Either way, the water still brought me back to those happy memories no matter what. Maybe now, it would bring me back to these days with Matt. Being here with him had been perfect. He had stepped out of his comfort zone and was being handsy, flirty, and his wonderful charming self. As soon as we drove out of Woodbridge, it was like a giant weight was lifted off his shoulders. 

"You seem awfully focused over there." Matt teased, bringing my hand up to his mouth and planting a soft kiss on my knuckles. "What's going on inside that gorgeous head of yours?" 

"Nothing, really." I sighed. "It ended up being a beautiful weekend. I wish we didn't have to go back in the morning." 

"Me too. This has been a great weekend for sure." 

"Thanks for the surprise." I said shyly. Matt had taken the reins on this one, as a surprise to get away for a bit. Unfortunately, he was really bad with surprises, and blurted it out to me a few days ago. 

He draped his arm around my shoulder as we walked, making it slightly awkward to navigate the sand and water. The waves lapped gently at my feet, and once again, a smile traced my lips. I couldn't have asked for a better day. 

"It was my pleasure. You certainly deserve it for putting up with me for so long." He grinned, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. 

"Don't worry about it." I told him. I absolutely meant it too. We had long since stopped arguing about going out and doing things, because we were hanging out more as friends. TO the outside world, we probably looked like two guys who just hung out a lot. It wasn't really any different from me and Josh, or Matt and his lacrosse friends. We kept our distance, and it seemed like a totally platonic friendship. It was actually kind of fun, because everyone just took it in stride. No one seemed to care that we were friends all of a sudden, and no one ever suspected it was more. Josh was the only person who knew, and Michelle, but since she wasn't on campus, and was sworn to secrecy, there wasn't an issue at all with her knowing. Matt had introduced us a few weeks back, and if anything, she would be a great friend if we stayed together. She was sweet, kind, and funny as hell. Not a bad person to have in your life,, if you ask me. 

Matt and I walked down the beach until the sun started to set. As it did, we sat in the cool sand and watched the different reds and oranges fade into the indigo shades of night. Matt had his arm around my shoulder, his giant body providing all the warmth I would ever need to face the cool spring air. I rested my head on his shoulder as we watched, totally captivated by the absolute romance of the moment. I had never experienced anything like it. In the past, I had always tried to do romantic things for whoever I was dating, but they paled in comparison to this evening. Matt didn't even have to plan anything. Just sitting here on the beach as the sun set on a perfect weekend was enough for me. Matt was enough for me. 

"We should probably head back." Matt mumbled into my hair after I shivered from the cold air. Once the sun had gone down, most of the warmth from the beach disappeared, and we were left shivering in the dark. "You're covered in goosebumps." 

"Yeah, I'm freezing." I agreed. I stood up and pulled him to his feet by both hands. Matt took advantage of the moment and pulled me close to him, his cold lips meeting mine in a gentle kiss. It quickly developed into something more, and his tongue soon lapped at the seam of my Lips. I opened for him, letting his tongue slide into my mouth as I gasped at the sensation. Kissing Matt never got old. It was almost like I needed him to breathe. Everything just fit so perfectly. 

"Ready?" He panted as he pulled away. I nodded, and we began the trek back to the hotel. There weren't any other people on the beach by now, so we ended up taking our time, stopping every now and then for slow kisses with the waves crashing over our ankles. 

It was, in a word, perfect. 

By the time we made it back to the hotel, I was shivering from the cold. I decided to jump in the shower while Matt decided what to do for dinner. I took my time warming up in the gentle spray, making sure I lathered myself up nice and well. I had a feeling that Matt would really want to enjoy the last night in the luxury hotel, seeing how we hardly ever got to have sex in the dorm, due to his massive fear of getting caught. The past two days had pretty much been sex filled and there was no way I was going to complain about it. I was definitely going home with some sore muscles, but in the best way imaginable. Mat had been absolutely insatiable, and I didn't want to be the one to let him down. 

"Hey." I heard Matt's voice from the other side of the curtain. "I ordered some room service. Is that okay with you?" 

"That's fine." I agreed. 

"Okay, great. I just didn't want to have to go outside again." I could hear the smile in his voice. "I'm freezing." 

"Why don't you come in here and warm up?" I joked. We had never showered together, mostly because the showers at school are tiny, and Matt's large frame barely fit in one, forget about adding another person into the mix. I may not be huge, but I'm certainly not a small guy. Just thinking about that makes me claustrophobic. 

"Not a bad idea." He laughed, and before I knew it, he was in the shower with me. He must have come in naked, because he literally just appeared. "Damn." He whistled. "If I thought you looked good naked before, you look even better wet! 

"Shut up." I grumbled. It still bothered me when he was overly complementary. I wasn't used to such affection, and sometimes it felt like overkill. "Wash yourself up, would you? No one likes a smelly boy." I teased, wanting to change the subject as rapidly as I could. 

He wiggled his eyebrows at me, and once again, I found myself succumbing to his charm. He certainly knew how to win me over. "No, but you do love this dirty boy." All I could do was groan and roll my eyes at him. He gave me a grin once he realized he had won, and picked up the washcloth from the side rail. After rubbing some soap into it, he turned me to face away from him and started to wash my back. His large hands soothed over my skin with the warm towel and I felt myself relax under his touch. His mouth found my shoulder and began to trace his lips over the skin there as his hand travelled lower. 

"Matt." I groaned out. "No teasing." 

"No?" He grinned against my shoulder, his hand stilling on my waist. He let the washcloth drop to the ground and gripped the skin tight as he nipped at the cord running along the side of my neck. "Tell me what you want." I was panting at the thought of him, wet and on me, and it took me less than thirty seconds to really get in the mood. Matt just had this spell cast over me, tangling me up in his web of charm and lust. 

"The room service guy will be here soon." I moaned out, barely able to control the lust in my voice. It came out husky and breathy instead of firm like it was supposed to. 

"They'll just leave it there. It's okay." He continued his assault on my neck, but his hands slowed and he took a step back. "You okay?" He asked gently. "You're being kind of squeamish. Are you upset about something?" 

"No, of course not." I told him. "I just don't want the room service guy walking in on us. It's not really super romantic. I don't want this to only be about sex, you know." 

Matt was silent for a moment, but he finally turned me around so I was facing him, and gave me a gentle kiss on the mouth. "It's not just the sex, Jay. You know that. I hope I didn't make it seem like that, because I am definitely way more into this than for a little action. I'm in love with you, Jason. You must know that by now." He leaned back in a nuzzled against my neck under the spray of the water. Pressed against him like this, there was nothing sexual about it, and I felt a new emotion tugging on my heart strings. What was I thinking? Of course this wasn't just sex. Matt had proven that time and time again, with all his sweet words and kind actions. He was in it for the long haul. 

I was, too. 

"I know." I told him. "I love you, too." 

The words just slipped out fast than I could even attempt to stop them. They hung out there in the air between us, neither one of us saying a word. Matt looked stunned, to say the least, but the perplexed look warped into a huge grin in a matter of seconds. "You do?" 

"I do." I could feel the blush washing over my face, pretty much displaying any emotion I had for all to see. As I stood there under the warm spray of the shower, I realized how crucial the next moment would be in determining how we handled everything. "I love you, Matt. I'm sorry it took me so long to get here, but I do." 

He grinned, and wrapped his arms around me. Once again, we were pressed together, but in the least sexual manner since we first started hanging out. "I don't care how long it took you. I'm just so glad you feel that way. I love you so much." 

There were no other words that could be said that would be perfect enough for the situation, so I just let my mouth meet Matt's in a tender kiss, showing him how I felt in a way that words could never manage to do any justice for. It was perfect. We were interrupted in a matter of seconds by the sound of someone knocking on the door. Matt groaned, kissed me one more time, and stepped out of the spray and back onto the bath mat. "I'll get it. You finish up in here." He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his narrow waist before leaving the bathroom and closing the door behind him. I could faintly hear him talking to someone, followed by the sound of the door shutting and plates moving around. The sounds disappeared after a few seconds, so I focused on finally finishing my shower. I had been in there so long the water was finally cooling down, so I finished rinsing off and got out. I don't think I have taken such a long shower since I first figured out that I could play with myself without my parents knowing. I'm sure they always did, but it's the thought that counts. 

By the time I had dried off and gone back out into the room, I found Matt siting on the bed in just a pair of sweatpants, setting up the TV trays with our dinner. He looked up as I walked in, and smiled. "Hey." He greeted. "I got you a burger and salad. But I'll share my fries with you if you want." 

"That sounds great. Thanks." I told him, pulling on my own sweats and then yanking a t-shirt over my head. I shut the balcony doors, now that the cold air was seeping in, and joined Matt on the bed. His fries did look good, but I had to stick with my salad. I didn't want to bulk up too much off season, or it would be harder to work off later. Matt was burning thousands of calories a week with lacrosse, and the lucky jerk could pretty much eat whatever he wanted without any problem. I hated working out extra off season, so it wasn't worth it for me. It was something he made fun of me for constantly, but it was what it was. 

He handed me the tray he got for me, and I dug in. We hadn't eaten since an early lunch, so I was starving and wiped it out in a few minutes. Matt always ate like he was starving, so he was done before me anyway. "You want to do anything tonight?" He asked, after he moved all the stuff out to the hallway for us. "We don't have to stay in if you don't want to." 

"I do." I told him. "I would much rather stay in and hang out with you. We don't get this much privacy anywhere else." 

"You're right. Want to watch a movie?" 

I agreed, so we changed positions so we were leaning against the headboard of the giant bed as Matt turned the TV on. Of course, there was absolutely nothing on, so we ended up landing on a movie on HBO, a sappy romance with some random bits of action. It wasn't exactly a thrilling movie, but I have to admit, spending the time curled up in bed with my head on Matt's shoulder as he had his arm wrapped around my shoulder, stroking the skin on my shoulder absent mindedly...well, it was a great feeling. I had never quite felt such a closeness with someone, where I could just sit next to him and be totally satisfied with just his company. Matt had proven to be a really great partner, and even though the word boyfriend still didn't roll off the tongue quite as easily as it should have, it was nice knowing that he was mine, and I was his. 

I hadn't even realized that I had drifted off until Matt was covering us both up with the blanket, and lowering the lights. There was a dim light from the moon coming through from the open curtains, and it struck me just how romantic this evening had been, without either of us trying hard at it. We just worked well together. 

Matt had snuggled in behind me and tugged the blanket to his neck when I rolled over and gave him a good look. He had been working out extra hard, and the extra definition made it look like his muscles had muscles. Lacrosse was definitely a good thing for him. How he had escaped weekend practices this weekend was beyond me, but I hadn't questioned it. Sometimes, I just didn't want to know. He must have noticed that I was staring at him, because he finally gave me a sleepy smile. "What's up?" He asked. 

"Nothing." I mumbled, embarrassed for getting caught gawking at him. 

"What's that look for?" He pushed. 

"Nothing." I repeated. "I was just thinking about how good you look lately." 

"Oh, really?" He grinned. He reached out and pulled me closer to him until our bare chests were pressed together before planting a soft kiss on my forehead. "Well, it's all yours to look at." He winked at me, and I groaned at his stupidity. 

"You're so full of yourself." 

"Would you rather be full of me?" He taunted. 

"Maybe I would." It was my turn to wink at him, and I was lucky enough to watch his pupils dilate with lust. It always made my stomach lurch when he looked me like that. It meant for sure that I was in for a wild ride. Matt had been getting a little bit more frisky lately, and never left me wanting more, so I can only imagine what he had in mind for our last night alone in a nice hotel. His bed was larger than my dorm regulation twin size, but we had a whole king size mattress to ourselves, and there was nothing to stop us from having all the fun we wanted. 

Apparently, Matt had the same idea I did, because in less than a second, I found myself on my back and trapped under him. He nestled his way in between my legs before leaning down to kiss me. He captured my mouth just as his hard on nudged my own stiffening member, taking advantage of the gasp that escaped my mouth to drive his tongue inside as he took me in a hard, passionate kiss. There was no denying that Matt meant business tonight, as he began to rock his hips against me, letting our erections bump into each other. The grinding sensation was enough to make me see stars as his hand gripped my neck, holding me close to him. 

Matt's hard body was pressed against me, the warm skin on skin contact driving me absolutely mad. He had this way of knowing exactly what I needed to drag me over the edge, even when I couldn't necessarily verbalize it myself. He tore himself from my mouth, leaving me panting and wanting more, but quickly slid his way down to my neck. I let out a sigh as he gently nipped at my collarbone. The shift in his position had relieved some of the pressure on my groin, significantly slowing us down. We had all night, after all. No need to rush into anything. 

Matt took his time kissing and licking his way over my chest, stopping to play with each nipple equally, lavishing them with attention as his hands smoothed up and down my sides. "Hmmm, that feels good." I moaned out, as he sucked harder on my nipple. 

He gave it a quick nip before looking up at me and giving me a wicked grin. "I'm only just beginning, babe." His words were heavy with lust, his eyes dark, and the smirk he had on his face told me I was definitely going to enjoy tonight. 




Woodbridge Academy Ch. 06



Matt continued on his way down my stomach, licking each ridge of my abs, stopping only to dip his tongue into my navel. Being with Matt had given me a complex about my body, my lean form paling in comparison to his bulging muscles, but he never seemed to care. He was constantly telling me how much he loved the way I looked, but I couldn't help feeling a little self conscious about how small I felt next to him. He was such a jock, a man's man. I seemed like a lowly nerd next to him, even though I was an athlete as well. I know Matt didn't care, but sometimes the feelings of insecurity crept up on me when I watched him with his friends. The lacrosse team was made up of all the guys like Matt and Adam, with their big shoulders and dominating personalities, I couldn't help but feel slightly inferior when I saw them all together. Knowing Adam was gay made me uneasy as well, because I just had this awful feeling that he was going to cause trouble in some way. He was too big of an asshole to just let it go that easily. I was just glad he couldn't go after Matt, since he had never made that connection. 

I was so distracted by my thoughts that I didn't even realize Matt had stopped moving down my stomach, and was actually staring up at me expectantly. "You okay?' He asked, sitting up bt continuing to stare down at me. 

"I'm fine." I answered, attempting to pull him back down to me. 

"You're not fine. You're making that face again." He grinned. "The one where you're thinking so hard I worry you're going to hurt yourself." 

I just rolled my eyes at him. "Please. I do not do that." 

"You do, actually." His grin softened, and it almost looked sad. "So what are you thinking about? Is it about what happened earlier?" 

"What happened earlier?" 

This time, his face definitely fell. "What you said in the shower." 

"Oh!" I exclaimed. "No, no, no. It has nothing to do with that. I swear." 

"Do you regret what you said? We can just ignore it, you know. Just go back to the way things were. I'd be fine." 

"Don't be ridiculous." I scolded him, sitting up so we were face to face. "Of course I don't regret it. I love you, Matt. Don't try to convince me otherwise." 

"Then what has you so tied up in knots?" He asked again. "I mean, you just stopped reacting. It was like you weren't even in the same room." 

"Sorry. That was all on me." I reached out and placed my hand on his shoulder, rubbing it softly. His hand found mine and squeezed. "I meant it, I promise. Don't you worry about that. I was just thinking that I wish my body looked a bit more like yours. I'm sure all the flatness is kind of boring considering you're surrounded by all the jocks all the time." 

It w his turn to roll his eyes at me. "Maybe, but I don't like the muscular look. I'm attracted to you, and you alone. Yeah, you're not covered in huge muscles, but you are long and lean, and there's not an ounce of fat on you." 

"Stop." I blushed. I shouldn't have said anything, knowing that Matt was likely to shower me in compliments after. He always did. 

"No, I won't stop telling you until you really believe me, Jay. To me, you are perfect." 

"I'm not perfect." I muttered. 

"You are." He told me again, pushing me down onto my back and climbing on top of me so he was straddling me. "Maybe I need to tell you more often, or maybe I need to do something else so that you believe me, but you really are exactly what I want." 

"Matt." 

He clamped his hand down over my mouth, effectively shutting me up. "No. His time I'm telling you to stop, and you're going to listen to me. I never want you to doubt how I feel about you ever again. I am in this for the long haul, Jason, and it would be a whole lot easier if you would just cooperate with me." He moved his hand from my mouth and leaned down to give me a gentle kiss. "I love you, Jason, and I will spend every day convincing you of that fact if I have to." He moved down to kiss my chest, looking up at me between kisses. He had my hands trapped at my sides with his larger hands, and I was no match for his strength so I figured it was easier to just submit and let him have it his way. "I love everything about your body, so don't go comparing yourself to anyone. Who are you worried about anyway? Adam? Don't be. I'm not into him, nor will I ever be. I don't like the heavily muscled look. I like the way you fit in my arms. We just fit." He kissed above my navel again, making me draw in a sharp breath at the contact. He nuzzled his face against the skin of my stomach before he continued. "You have such an amazing body, Jason, it's absolutely beautiful." 

"Thank you." I mumbled. 

Matt shot me a huge grin. "Did you actually just cave in so easily? Miracle DO happen!" 

"Shut up!" I laughed, playfully swatting at his hand. "I guess I just worry you'll get bored." 

"With you? Never." He laughed with me before he leaned down again. 

My laugh caught in my throat and evolved into a strangled moan as Matt took my cock into his mouth without any warning licks, just wrapped his mouth right around my shaft and gave it a good suck. "Oh, fuck!" I cried out. Safe to say, he had won this round. I never really doubted that Matt cared for me, or that he didn't like the way I looked, but I did imagine that he could find someone better suited for him. Someone he would want to come out of the closet for. 

Matt was wasting no time on me anymore, pulling out all his best tricks as he sucked me hard into his mouth, dragging his tongue along the underside with each upward stroke. He used his broad shoulders to shove my thighs apart as he moved up and down over me, his eyes holding onto my gaze as he worked his mouth over me. I was hard as steel in an instant, lost in the pleasure he was giving me. Matt released his grip on my hands, so I took the opportunity to push myself up onto my elbows and watch him. Watching Matt in his element was always a majestic sight. The vision of his mouth taking my cock deep down his throat while those honey eyes stared intently at me was enough to make me want to explode in his mouth. "Oh, god, Matt, that feels so good." 

He pulled his mouth off of me, leaving my dick flapping against my stomach, slick with his spit. He moved down to massage my balls with gentle strokes of his tongue. "Yeah? You believe me now?" 

"Huh?" I asked, lost in the pleasure he was giving me with his very talented mouth. 

"Do you doubt that I love your body now?" He moved his mouth to cup one of my balls, sucking it gently into his mouth. When I didn't answer, he squeezed a little tighter, making me cry out. 

"No! No I don't!" I laughed out, and he pulled his mouth back off. 

"Good." He grinned. "Now lay back and enjoy yourself. I'm going to show you just how much I want to worship your body." 

With a firm shove, Matt pushed my upper body back until I collapsed back on the bed before he wrapped his lips around my cock again and continued to work up and down. His hands ventured away this time, however. One wrapped firmly around the base of my dick, jerking me as he sucked on my head, while the other massaged my balls again. Matt knew just what I liked to keep it going. 

I felt myself getting close to exploding, as my fingers wrapped through Matt's shaggy hair and held him in place as sucked so hard I thought he was trying to pull my insides out. I couldn't hold back the moans of pleasure as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm. I wanted to be able to last a little longer, but it was not going to happen with the way he was working my dick. "Matt, stop, I'm gonna cum." I moaned out. 

He pulled his mouth off but kept jerking me with long, slow strokes. Flashing me a wicked, satisfied grin, he gripped my hip and planted a small kiss on my hip bone. "You want me to stop?" 

"Want...you...in...me." I got out between pants. Precum was coating his hand, making it easier for him to jerk me faster and harder. I gripped the sheets in an effort to maintain some semblance of control. 

He flashed me that smirk again and denied my request, instead wrapping his mouth all the way around me and pushing down until his lips were stretched around the base of my cock. His eyes stayed on me, but I couldn't hold the stare any longer. My head fell back against the soft pillow and I let out a loud groan as I exploded into Matt's throat, jet after jet of warm cum spraying from me with a force unlike anything I had ever experienced. Maybe it was the fact that I had been open with my feelings, or that we were both on the same page, but there was something about this felt special, more special than all our other hook ups. 

"Sorry, I just had to taste you." Matt mumbled, licking his lips and swallowing every last trace of my jizz as he sat up. "You are just the sweetest thing I have ever tasted." He gave me a soft smile before he leaned down and kissed me, nuzzling against my chest. "I love you, Jay." 

"Love you, too, Matt." I mumbled, still panting from exertion. 

He tilted his head up to look at me, a twinkle in his honey eyes. "Say it again." He whispered. 

I let out a chuckle. "I love you, Matt Humphrey." I told him with a grin. 

"I love the way you make that sound." He said with a sigh, staring at me with wide eyes. "Turn over, I'm not done with you yet." 

"Matt." 

"Turn over, Jay. Now." He commanded, and I instantly complied. There was nothing scary about Matt's tone, but it was enough to get my cock stirring again and I was eager to please him. There was no way in hell I was saying no to that tone. I scrambled onto my hands and knees, looking back at him over my shoulder so I could see what he was up to. Matt was giving me a look unlike anything I had ever witnessed from him before. He was like a man possessed, eyes roaming up and down my bare body. He shoved his boxers off before climbing up behind me and running a hand down my spine, straight into the crevice between my ass cheeks, and his fingers met my hole in an instant, making my semi-firm cock spring to attention in a second with that simple touch. Matt used both hands to massage my cheeks before he lifted a hand and landed a firm smack on my ass. I yelped and jumped at the contact. 

"What was that for?" I muttered. 

"Just keeping you in line. He grinned, massaging the sore cheek. I would never admit it to him, but it really hadn't been that bad. 

Matt licked a trail down my spine, following the same path his hand had a moment before. This time, his tongue smoothed down my ass and stayed at my hole, licking the puckered muscle firmly as I began to writhe beneath him. Matt's tongue slid inside me and he began to start fucking me with that strong tongue of his. His hand found my balls and he began to massage them as I let my head drop to the pillow and pressed my face into the soft linen. "Oh, fuck." I moaned out. Matt groaned in appreciation as he continued his ministrations without reprieve. I loved the way he made me feel when he ate my ass. It was like it was all the confirmation I needed to know that he was really in this with me. He preferred to prep me with his tongue, and it was so intimate, I couldn't picture ever letting anyone else get this close to me. It was something special with Matt, and that was all it would ever be to me. "Matt, that feels amazing." 

Matt pulled his mouth from my ass and moved down to suck my balls gently while his hand moved to stroke my cock downward. I could feel juices dripping out of me, no doubt ruining these sheets for future guests. I pushed back up on my palms so Matt would have a little more room to work with. "Fuck, yes." I moaned out as his finger probed at my hole. No longer a stranger to this, I relaxed my muscles as his finger slid in without an issue. Matt let me get used to that finger before he added another and started to scissor the two, stretching me out as best as he could. It was never enough, since his cock was thick and hard in a way his fingers could never compete with. 

Matt lifted his face from my balls and gently kissed the base of my spine as his fingers worked in and out of me. "Fuck, baby, you're so hot." He murmured, smoothing his palm over my skin before he pushed another finger inside me. "I can't wait to get inside you." 

"Yes." I moaned out. "please." 

"Please what?" He teased, lightly slapping my ass again in time with his fingers pushing against my sensitive bundle of nerves inside. I moaned out my reply, my body aching with need as he denied pushing me over that ledge I so desperately wanted to jump from. "There are so many things I want to do to you, Jason." He told me gently. "Incredible things, wicked things. But I can't do them to you if you don't tell me what you want from me as well." He smacked my ass a third time, a little firmer this time. The sting in my flesh did nothing to quench my thirst though. I needed him inside me. 

"Need you...in me..." I moaned out. 

"Yeah?" Matt breathed out, leaning over my back just close enough that he could nip at my ear. "You want me to fuck you?" 

"Yes!" I cried out, just as his finger tip brushed against my prostate again. 

"You want me to shove my big cock in your tight ass?" He teased some more, pounding against that spot that he knew was driving me insane. 

"Fuck me, Matt." I was practically begging with wanton need at this point. "Please!" 

With another firm slap to my ass, Matt simultaneously pulled his fingers out of me. I missed him already, hating the empty feeling I got when he first pulled out of me. Without any warning, Matt grabbed me by the hips and flipped me over onto my back again. I got a good look at him from this angle. His eyes were lidded and dark with lust. There was a sheen of sweat coating his perfectly sculpted muscles, and I had never seen him look so sexy. My heart pounded and I felt my stomach lurch as I stared at him in the dim light of the moon. There was no denying it. I was in love with this man. 

Matt reached over to the bedside table, grabbing a condom. I watched in anticipation as he expertly rolled it onto his throbbing shaft before coating it in a thick layer of lube. My hand found its way to my own cock and I began to lazily stroke it as I watched him. When Matt climbed back over me and positioned himself at my hole, he pulled my hand away from my shaft and moved both hands above my head. He clasped both wrists in one hand as he thrust inside me, one long drawn out push until he was all the way inside me. He let go of my hands and gripped my hips as he began to slide back, and I reached out for him, desperate to pull him closer. 

He grabbed my hands once again and pushed them back to where they were above my head, holding me tighter as he began to push in and out of me. His domination was turning me on so badly I was sure I would cum again in no time. When my legs began to slip from holding them up in the air without the use of my hands, Matt gently guided one leg to his waist, and I quickly followed suit and wrapped the other around him as well. It gave him a brand new vantage point, and he began to thrust into me harder and faster. The headboard was banging against the wall with each powerful thrust from this hulk of a man I had between my legs, and the moans that were escaping my mouth hardly sounded human. Each thrust pushed his big mushroom head against my prostate, forcing a strangled moan out of me each time the bundle of nerves was stimulated. I gripped at the top of the mattress, not wanting to disappoint Matt by moving my hands when he had made It abundantly clear that he didn't want me to do that. 

Soon enough, the waves of pleasure caught up and I was teetering on the edge of my sanity, desperate to cross the line into pure pleasure. Matt's thrusts had become slightly more erratic, and I knew he was also holding on as best he could. "Come for me, baby." He murmured as he pressed his lips to my shoulder. I quivered under his touch. 

"Harder." I moaned out. "Fuck me harder. Harder." 

Matt growled and wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me closer to him and thrusting into me with everything he had. I did my best to squeeze his cock with my ass muscles, hoping to milk his orgasm out of him. With a roar, Matt gave one more thrust and poured his liquid heat into me, the thin latex of the condom the only thing separating us. Matt pulsing inside me was all it took to come along with him, despite the lack of attention to my cock. 

Matt slid out of me with a pop, expertly knotting off the condom and tossing it in the trashcan with the others we had used throughout the weekend. He leaned down and licked the cum off my stomach, my ab muscles quivering under each tough of his tongue. "That was amazing." He practically purred. 

"You can say that again." I panted. I was pleasantly sore in all the right places, and was ready for bed. Matt disappeared for a moment into the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth that he used to wipe the sweat from my face before he cleaned down my stomach and around my tender ass hole. "Thank you." I murmured as he tossed the facecloth to the side. 

He gently pulled me back until we were both under the covers, and wrapped us up in the blanket. My body had turned to jelly after having two monstrous orgasms back to back, and I barely kept my eyes open long enough to register that Matt kissed my forehead and wished me a good night. 

I woke to the morning sun glaring in my face through the curtain, a warm ocean breeze coming through the screen door we had left open over night, but it was actually the sound of banging on the door that roused me. I glanced at the clock over Matt's sleeping body and saw it was only 9 am. Check out wasn't until 11 so I doubted it was the maid already, especially since we had the do not disturb sign hanging, and she hadn't bothered us all weekend. 

I didn't wan to rouse Matt, so I rolled out of bed and grabbed my boxers from the floor and slid them on. I sleepily padded my way over to the door, glancing out the peep hole before I opened it. When I saw who it was behind the door, I let out a gasp and ducked. Herbert Humphrey was outside the door. As in the senator. As in Matt's father. 

"Matthew!" He banged on the door again. "I know you're in there. Open this damn door right now." 

I crept over to the bed and grabbed the wash cloth from the floor, throwing it on top of the condoms in the trash. "Matt." I whispered, shaking him awake. 

"What's wrong, baby?" He muttered sleepily, reaching out for me. 

I slapped his hand out of the way. "Your dad is here!" I whisper yelled. 

That was enough to get Matt to jump out of bed. "Shit." He exclaimed, hopping around trying to find his pants. "Fuck!" 

Matt went over to the door once he had his pants on, while I shoved the lube and extra condoms into my bag. He swung it open, revealing a very angry senator on the other side. "Hi Dad." He exclaimed, nervousness evident in his tone. "What are you doing here?" 

"I think the question is, what are you doing here?" The senator snapped back, shoving by Matt and slamming the door. "I saw that you used my card to book a hotel this weekend. You told me you were going to the Poconos with Michelle this weekend, so imagine my surprise when I saw her out at dinner last night, and that you charged a room in Virginia Beach for three nights. Lying, Matthew? Really?" 

"Dad, I can explain." Matt stuttered, looking at me with desperation on his face. 

Guilt instantly washed over me. I had wanted Matt to come out to his father and really be with me, but now, seeing him in front of his father...it was like watching a little kid waiting for his father to yell at him for breaking a vase. He looked terrified. 

Herbert saw Matt look over at me, and it was like he was noticing me for the first time. He had stormed in here in such a rage, I wasn't even a little surprised he didn't notice that I was standing in the corner by the bed. His eyes went wide with surprise, but I watched as the anger slid away and a genuine smile took the place of the glare. "Oh." He said simply. "I see." 




Woodbridge Academy Ch. 06



"Dad, it's not what it looks like." Matt exclaimed. "We just needed a little break from school. Senioritis and all that. They don't card here. Michelle just said she'd cover cause...um...cause...we needed to get away and have a break from school." 

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Smooth, Matt. Real smooth. 

Matt's father finally stopped staring at me and looked back at Matt. "Really, Matthew? How dumb do you think I am?" 

"Dad." 

"No." The senator held up a hand. "Sit down. Both of you." He leaned back against the desk, motioning for us to sit on the bed. "You. I know you." He said to me. 'Where do I know you from?" 

"My father is Kyle Kent's head of security, sir." I told him, doing my best to maintain eye contact, but I quickly waivered under the sharp gaze of a pair of honey colored eyes that were an identical shade to Matt's eyes. 

"That's right. Jason, right?" 

"Yes, sir." I mumbled. 

"So Matt. Do you want to tell me what's really going on?" The senator turned his attention to his son, and while I was grateful the focus was off me for a second, I dreaded the words that were going to come out of Matt's mouth. "The truth, this time, would be nice." 

Matt sighed and gave me a sideways glance before he straightened up and looked his father straight in the eye. "I'm gay, Dad." He said in the most straightforward tone I had ever imagined. I won't lie, the commanding presence of the boy I loved was enough to get my cock to wake up, but I did my best to stifle the urge to kiss him in front of his father. 

"You're what?" His father stared at us. 

"I'm gay, Dad. Jason is my boyfriend. Has been for a few months now. We wanted to get away fro the weekend. I'm really sorry I lied to you, but I know you don't want any bad press while you're running for president." 

Matt's father was quiet for a minute. "You think that you being gay is bad press?" He repeated in an incredulous tone. "That's absurd." 

"Dad, it's not...wait, what?" Matt stopped. "You're not...mad?" 

"Why would I be mad?" The senator straightened. "It's not like you're a felon. So you like men. So what?" 

I did my best to stifle my laughter, earning a harsh glare from Matt. "You don't think it'll be bad for your campaign?" 

"So what if it is?" He told him, moving closer to the bed and wrapping his arm around Matt. "You're my son. You will always be more important than any office I run for, understand?" 

"Really?" Matt glanced up at his father, his eyes full of a child like joy I had never seen in him before. It was like he had finally gotten the validation he needed, and he could be comfortable with who he was now. It made me want to cry for him. 

"Don't be ridiculous. Of course." He looked over at me and gave me a genuine smile before reaching out his hand for me to shake. I cautiously reached my hand out as well, giving him a firm handshake. "It's nice to meet you, Jason. Hopefully you are making my son happy." 

"Yes, sir." I mumbled. I was ecstatic at how well the situation had gone. All of this panic had been for nothing. Matt and I could be together, and there was no need to hide it. 

Matt's father stayed and hung out with us for a while longer, talking it all out about what our plans should be. It was like a giant weight had been lifted from Matt's shoulder, and he was so carefree and happy, he was practically glowing. His boyish glee made my heart skip a beat, and it made me fall for him even more. 

Once Matt's dad left, Matt turned to me and gave me the biggest hug we had ever exchanged. He was happy, truly happy, in his own skin for the first time since I had known him, and it was amazing. He was smiling and cheerful the entire way home, and when we got to school and parted ways to go to our own rooms before everyone came back to school. We had promised his father that we would keep it under wraps at school for our own protection, and that was okay for m. There was a light at the end of the tunnel, and I could handle a few more weeks of silence if it meant an open relationship with Matt all summer and beyond. 

Things were finally starting to look up for us, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. Everything was going just too smoothly for me lately. Surely, the other shoe was about to drop, and my perfect fairy tale ending would fall apart. 

As I plopped back on my bed and kicked off my shoes, ready to take a nap and recover from the busy weekend, I decided I just needed to ignore my gut and just let myself be happy. Things with Matt were great, and that's all that matters. 

Right?



Woodbridge Academy Ch. 07



"So I've been thinking." Matt burst out as he entered my room without so much as a knock. 

"Always a scary thing." I told him as I sat up. 

"Very funny." He rolled his eyes at me. "But seriously. I have an idea." 

"What's that?" I asked him, moving over so I could make room for him on my twin bed. He made himself right at home, lifting my legs out of his way and plopping them right back over his lap so we sat perpendicular to each other. Matt had such as ease in him, from the way he walked, the way he talked, right down to the way he pulled his backpack onto his shoulder in the hallway. Effortlessly cool, as Josh liked to say. 

"Well." He started, but then stopped and stared at me for a good thirty seconds without saying a word. 

"What?" I asked, feeling self conscious under his watchful gaze. 

He shook his head. "Nothing. I just got distracted." He gave me one of those dick hardening grins he was so good at. "I missed you today. I kept trying to intersect your path but it just didn't work out." 

"I missed you too." I told him, repositioning myself so I was closer to him. I ended up straddling his legs and wrapping my arms around his neck. He just leaned against the wall, his signature grin plastered on his face, as he stared back at me. "Maybe we should make up for lost time." I suggested, leaning in until my mouth was right below his ear. I felt his shiver before he said anything, so I moved down and gently kissed the side of his neck. "You smell so good." I murmured into his skin before giving him a little lick. 

Matt practically growled, all man as his hands found my hip bones and gripped them tightly enough to get a good hold on me before he flipped me over so I was on my back. He pounced on me in a heartbeat, his mouth landing roughly on mine as his hand found its way to the bottom of my shirt, yanking it from my pants and pushing it up my chest. 

Matt was a man on a mission, fingers desperately trying to undo my pants as he started to rub against me. He was already rock hard and it aroused me to no end. As soon as he got the belt undone, he forced his hand inside my pants and gripped me. The warmth of his hand made me hard instantly, and once he started to pump, I knew I wasn't going to last long. 

Since we had gotten home from the beach, we had been a bit more adventurous. Glances in public lasted longer, we found ways to touch each other whenever we were close. We weren't broadcasting ourselves, but the freeness Matt felt after getting the approval of his father was incredible. He was like a different person-totally hilarious and goofy all the time, wide smiles, big laughs. It was like he was the most cheerful guy in the world. I loved that he was so happy, and that I got to be part of that joy. It was amazing, and every day spent with him made me realize just how much I loved him. I never would have thought I could be so in love with someone, but Matt was it. He was all that was good in my life, and I just wanted to keep him with me forever. Isn't that what everyone wants, to love someone and have them love you in return? Human anatomy was irrelevant to me. Matt was the love of my life, and his body was great, but it was him I loved. His big personality, his jokes, his kindness. He was perfect. 

With a flurry of arms and legs, I managed to get Matt out of his blazer and got his shirt unbuttoned. The DC May had come around, with warm weather and plenty of sunshine, so Matt wasn't wearing an undershirt under his dress shirt, and the second I got my hands on all that bare skin covering his muscles, I knew I had to get my mouth on him. 

I rolled us over on the tiny twin bed until Matt was under me now. In a tangled mess of limbs, I managed to get my clothes off before focusing on his. Far too many obstacles. Matt was panting, laying there with his hands gently guiding my body where he wanted it, but I wasn't having it. I was going to go where I wanted. 

Leaning down, I kissed my way across his broad chest, making love to each nipple with my tongue. Matt purred in delight as I sucked the dusky pearl into my mouth, lavishing it with my tongue between sucks. He began to rock his hips back and forth, obviously trying to rub his dick against me. Seeing what he was doing, I lifted myself up onto my elbow and out of reach from his groin. Matt let out a groan of frustration, that blended into a sigh as I continued to nip and kiss my way down his flat stomach. 

"Oh, baby, you're killing me." He moaned out, fingers gripping the sheets beside him. "I actually came here just to talk." He chuckled, but it quickly changed to a groan when I took his hard cock in my hand. 

"We'll talk later." I told him, before sliding my tongue out and tracing a teasing lick from the base of his shaft all the way to the very tip. His slit was glistening with a drop of juice that was dying to be swept away, so I licked that up, letting the tip of my tongue get his whole head wet. Matt was watching me with feral eyes as I worked on his cock with slow, teasing licks. I loved giving Matt head. There was something so satisfying about watching him fall apart at the mercy of my mouth, and it always got me so hard to think about how he looked whenever I blew him. So I kept my eyes on him as I licked his cock one more time before moving down. 

Matt's balls hung low and heavy, a perfect symbol of the level of manliness he exuded on a daily basis. I dragged my tongue over the taut skin, smiling to myself when I heard him gasp and practically whimper. I couldn't get a good view of him from this angle, but I knew he was still watching me so I decided to put on a show for him. I took my time and focused all of my attention on his balls, sucking them into my mouth one at a time, rolling my tongue around them. Matt's grunts were enough to make me realize that he was happy with what I was doing for him. 

I sucked both balls into my mouth at the same time, and smiled to myself as Matt nearly jumped a foot off the bed. I loved to do that, yet every time he seemed by surprised by it. 

His cock was dripping at this point, but his hand had found its way there and he was stroking himself as I sucked. I released his balls and slid up a few inches until my face was right next to his hand, and watched for a few seconds before I gently pulled his hand from my way, and kissed his fingers gently before I moved my mouth onto him. Matt propped himself up on his elbows to watch, whispering words of encouragement as I sucked him deep into my throat. 

"Fuck, Jay. You're so good at that." He moaned, and I watched as his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell to his back. His knees came up around me, holding me in place. 

With a satisfying pop, I moved my mouth off of him. "Lube." I whispered. Matt's eyes were glazed over with lust, but he seemed to snap awake at my command. He reached over to my nightstand where we had started stashing stuff. We didn't hook up in my room often because of the small bed and the roommate issue, but every now and then we acted like the horny teenagers we are and couldn't make it down to his room. 

Matt handed me a foil packet and the small bottle of lube we kept here, and settled back on his elbows. He was watching my every move, probably trying to figure out what I was up to. I rarely take control, so I'm sure he thought it was bound to end at some point. 

Not today. 

I ripped the foil packet with my teeth and tossed it aside before rolling the condom onto Matt's throbbing erection. He groaned as my hand rubbed over him, making sure the little raincoat was firmly in place. With my free hand, I pumped out some lube and began to massage his cock with it, getting him nice and wet. 

"Let me watch you." He murmured, eyes dark with lust as he watched my hand. It took me a second to realize what he was talking about before it clicked. I gave him my most wicked grin before settling back, making sure I was in his line of view. I slowly took my finger and began to rub at my puckered asshole, teasing the muscle before I slid one finger in. I clenched tightly around my digit, but kept going for Matt's sake. He was practically panting as he watched my finger disappear bit by bit until it was firmly planted inside my bottom. 

"Fuck." He groaned out, moving to sit up, but I pushed him back with my free hand. 

"No." I ordered. "Sit back and watch." 

He grinned. "Yes, sir." He laughed, but settled back and continued to watch as I began to slide my finger in and out. I added another and began to stretch myself out, moaning in pleasure as I did so. 

Matt was almost growling by now. "If you don't let me fuck you in the next five seconds, I might just explode." He threatened. 

"Don't do that." I teased, pulling my fingers out of my ass and crawling back to him, spreading my legs on either side of him. I made sure that I had moved a little higher up his stomach, letting his cock graze my backside but not get anywhere near my hole. "I don't want my baby to explode." I purred, leaning down to give him a kiss. It was meant to be short and sweet, but it turned rough and passionate as soon as Matt grabbed my head and pulled me to him. 

"I have to get inside you." He moaned against my mouth between kisses. 

I decided to stop torturing him and sat back. I had never done it with him in this position, but I had watched a lot of porn that had guys riding each other, so how hard could it be? Besides, it made me feel powerful, like for once, I was the dominating one. I was going to get a chance to top from the bottom. I loved the dynamic we had, but Matt letting me take control was turning me on like nothing I had ever imagined. 

Straddling over him, I lined his cock ip with my ass and sat down on it, letting his large mushroom head breach my rim with a groan from both of us. Between my own prep and all the lube I had rubbed onto Matt, he slipped right in. I sat all the way down on him until his cock was buried to the hilt, and I gave us a minute for both of us to adjust. The discomfort was still there, but I had long since learned that I could wait it out for the best pleasure of my life. Matt was gazing up at me with a mix of lust and wonder in his eyes, and I'm sure I looked exactly the same. He was so deep I could feel every little vein pulsing against my walls, teasing my prostate and filling me to the brim. 

After a moment, I felt my muscles relax around his girth and so I began to lift myself off of him and dropped down again. I felt like an awkward giraffe trying to learn to walk but I kept at it, just wanting to please Matt. "Fuck." He growled out, and started to thrust his hips up and down. I rocked along with him, and we found our perfect rhythm. Matt's big, hard cock was sliding in and out of my ass at record speed, the big mushroom head bumping against my prostate with each thrust, and I was teetering on the edge of monstrous orgasm. 

"Oh my god, that feels so good." I moaned out at him, pushing faster and harder until I couldn't take it anymore. I could feel my balls tightening with the pending orgasm, but just couldn't get over the edge. As if Matt could read my mind, he reached out and grabbed my cock firmly, stroking it up and down in a furious rhythm that knocked me over the edge in seconds. Jets of hot white cum spurted out all over Matt's chest. I had been so lost in my own orgasm, I didn't even realize that Matt had exploded inside me as well until he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to him, holding me close to his chest as we both caught our breath. 

"Well fuck." He chuckled. "I don't know where that came from, but that was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen. You should ride my cock more often!" I gave him a tired smile, totally knocked on my ass by that. "I love you." He murmured into my hair. 

"Love you more." I whispered back, tilting my head up for a slow, lazy kiss. 

I had forgotten Matt was even still inside me until he started to ease his way out. I cringed as his head popped out, but Matt's hand quickly found my ass and he gave me a little rub. It was just enough distraction to forget about how sore I was. 

Matt was laying pretty still beneath me, but aroused when I started to push off him. I grabbed a towel and poured some bottled water onto it before I began to wipe Matt's chest down. My cum was stuck in the soft curls, but he just laid there and watched me clean up our sticky mess, a look of pure adoration in his eyes. 

Once I cleaned both of us up, I pulled my boxers back on and handed Matt a pair of clean ones. When I picked up his briefs, I had noticed they were kind of damp, so I figured I'd just toss them in with my laundry later. It thrilled me to no end to know that Matt got so turned on around me that he started leaking before he was even naked. 

Once we were both in our boxers, we curled up under my comforter, our legs tangled together as we cuddled. 

"You never said what you were thinking." I realized, and we both laughed out loud. 

"You are such a distraction." He chuckled, pulling me close and kissing me deeply. "God, I can't get over how much I love you." 

I beamed up at him. "So what was your big thought?" I prodded. 

"Right." He laughed. "I was thinking that since we only have this summer before we go to different colleges, that maybe we should spend the time traveling together. My parents have a house on Nantucket with private beachfront and a pool, so we could spend the time together and no one would bother us. My family is only going to use it for Fourth of July, so it could be our own little paradise." 

"That sounds amazing." I agreed dreamily. The thought of spending every day in the sun with Matt was enough to make me hard all over again, despite the brain melting orgasm I had just had moments ago. "I love that." I told him. "Nothing but sun and sand, you by my side. I don't think summer could get any better." 

"Don't forget about all the sex we could have." He winked, setting us both off into fits of laughter all over again. "I'm serious." He finally added on. "I want to fuck you all over that house. Christen every piece of furniture, every wall, every shower. I want to fuck you til you can't remember anything else but the feeling of my cock pulsing inside you. Make sure that when you go to school, you'll know that no other guy will ever make you feel as good as I do, that no one can fuck you like I can." 

My stomach lurched in excitement, and my cock agreed. Matt clearly felt my erection pressed against him because he shifted his leg so he could get his hand on it. I sighed as he wrapped his palm around me and lazily stroked up and down. "Really, I just want to spend time with you. Just you." He told me softly. 

"Me too." 

"You're the only person who makes me happy, Jay. You make all the political shit disappear, and...I just really love you." 

I took Matt's face in my hands and pressed my lips to his gently. "I love you too. More than I could ever possibly tell you." 

He gave me a shy grin, and tightened his grip on me. "You're so hot, Jay. I can't get over it." He kissed me again, this time a little bit more roughly. 

We lay entwined for what seemed like hours, exchanging soft kisses and lazily jerking each other off in our boxers. Neither of us had it in us for round two, no matter how hard we got. We just weren't going to cross the finish line again. 

I'm not even sure when we drifted off, but I woke up to the sound of Josh's giggles and a few grunts as he crashed through the door with someone, followed by the sounds of loud kissers. I rolled back over to try to go back to sleep but then realized that I wasn't alone in the twin bed. Panic coursed through me at the the thought of exposing Matt, but then I realized it was just one person, who is obviously also messing around with guys. Our secret would be safe. 

"What the fuck, Josh? You told me he wouldn't be here!" A voice interrupted the sound of their imminent hook up. 

"I'm sure he's sleeping. It's fine." Josh mumbled quickly. "Adam, no!" He exclaimed, just as the lights flicked on. I squinted in the bright light and tried to adjust my eyes.  

Matt groaned beside me and rolled further into me. "Babe, shut the lights off." He moaned into the pillow. 

"What the fuck is going on here?" Adam exclaimed, and I watched as he kicked a chair. "You do this on purpose, Josh? Was this supposed to get me to like you more? Bring me here to this fucking faggot room so we could have a gang bang?" He kicked the chair again, and I watched as Josh winced. 

"Hey!" I shouted, jumping out of my bed and standing chest to chest with Adam. "You don't talk to him like that! This is our room. If you have a problem, you can leave." 

"Jason, it's fine." Josh said calmly, as if he was used to this kind of behavior. That just about broke my heart. "Adam, I thought he was gone. I'm sorry. There's no need to be so upset, it was a simple mistake." 

Josh put his hand on Adams chest, and it seemed to make him visibly relax. His breathing started to normalize, and he gave Josh a small smile. "Sorry. I thought you blabbed." 

"Of course not." Josh looked at me, and I got the hint. Deny, deny, deny. "Jason won't tell anyone." 

"I won't." I agreed. There were a hell of a lot of secrets trapped in this room right now, and the air felt thick with them. 

"What's going on?" Matt asked as he sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Adam? What are you doing here?" 

"What the fuck are you doing here, Humps?" Adam exclaimed, looking back and forth between the two of us. "Wait, Matt is the guy you've been seeing?" He asked me, incredulously. "How the fuck did this happen?" 

"Adam, honey, sit down and relax." Josh urged him. "Everything is fine. We can make this all work out." He took Adam's hand and led him to his bed. He seemed to have quite the calming effect on Adam, and it relieved me. Maybe Adam did really care about Josh. "Matt and Jason have been seeing each other all semester. They won't say anything about you because they're in the same boat." 

"They'd better not tell anyone." Adam grumbled. 

"Come on, man. I'm your friend. I wouldn't do that." Matt told him, biting back an angry tone. He took me in his arms and pulled me against his chest. "I would hope you would do the same for me. I love Jason, anyone who hurts him has to deal with me." He threatened. Since I'm sure he didn't mean to emasculate me, it warmed my heart to hear him rush to defend me. 

Adam gave him a blank stare, so Josh was the one to fix the situation. "Great. It's settled. No one is telling anyone." He gave me a grin, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. Adam was still glaring at me, and it made me beyond uncomfortable. Matt's grip was comforting, but not enough to negate the fact that Adam looked like he wanted to punch me in the face. 

"Great." Matt agreed, straightening out. "So why don't we go to my room, and leave you guys alone? This was all a big misunderstanding, but no one is going to talk about it. It's over, and we're done with it." He moved to grab his pants off the floor. "Come on, Jay." He ordered as he pulled his clothes back on. I shot a glance over to Josh, trying to see what his opinion was. He merely shrugged at me, so with a sigh, I turned and grabbed some clothes to pull on so we could leave. I kept waiting for Adam or Josh to say something, but they watched in silence as we got ready to exit the room. I was so uncomfortable with this situation, I just knew something was about to go down. 

Matt dragged me out of the room, and with a muttered goodbye to Josh, I reluctantly followed him. "That was creepy." I muttered as we made our way down the hall to the stairs. 

"Adams harmless." Matt told me confidently. "He would never do anything to me. He knows better. He fucks with me, he loses playing time. He'd be an idiot to do anything." 




Woodbridge Academy Ch. 07



"You're right." I agreed. "Maybe I'm just being paranoid. It just seemed like everything is going too easy." 

"Isn't that a good thing?" Matt questioned as he unlocked his door and motioned for me to go ahead of him. "I mean, we only have two more weeks of school, and then it's you and me together forever. My dad doesn't care, your dad doesn't care. We just have to get out of here." 

"I guess, but why do we have to wait?" 

"Dad just seems to think it'll be a media circus and he doesn't want that at school. He's on the school committee here and just doesn't want it to be a publicity nightmare for a small school. No one will care once we are out in the real world. College is an awesome place to be gay, and we are both going north so it'll be more liberal and we can be as gay as we want and no one will care." He pulled me close to him and kissed me gently. "Plus, I know how much action Josh gets around here. I don't want all those guys sniffing around you cause they want anything from you. You're the sexiest guy on campus, but you're mine." He kissed me again, with a little more oomph behind it. "No one gets to fuck this ass but me." He told me, groping my behind. 

I just chuckled and pushed him away. "Believe me, I'm not looking at anyone but you." I promised. "Besides, you're so big, I'm pretty sure you ruined all other men for me. 

He just laughed. "Shut up. You're ridiculous." He yanked me back towards him and pushed me up against the wall, my back hitting it with a satisfying thump. Matt's mouth was instantly on my neck, nibbling and teasing just where it drove me wild. "You are so fucking sexy." He growled in my ear before nibbling the lobe. "I can't control myself around you."' 

His mouth landed on mine in a heated kiss that I returned with the same vigor. My cock was starting to wake up again, clearly having had enough rest from our nap. Matt and I rarely went more than once in a night, but it seemed like tonight may be one of those occasions. Since his dad had approved of us, he was like the energizer bunny in bed. Absolutely incorrigible. 

His hand had just found its way into my pants when my phone rang out with my fathers ringtone. "Shit." I mumbled against his mouth. "I need to get that. He never calls this late." 

Matt pulled away without a second of hesitation. "Go ahead, I'll go get in the shower." He gave me a quick peck before he pushed away from me and headed towards the bathroom. 

I pulled my phone out and answered it quickly. "Hey, Dad. What's up?" 

"Is now a bad time, Jay? I know it's late, and you have to study. Or are you with Matt? We can talk later." He rushed out. 

"Now is fine. What's going on? You sound weird." I told him as I sat on the couch. 

"Are you sure? I can wait and talk to you tomorrow." 

His nervous tone was beginning to freak me out. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" He sighed, but still hesitated. "Dad." I urged. 

"I'm fine, Jason. Calm down." He sighed again. "It's your mother." 

"Mom? What about her?" We hadn't heard from her in 8 years. What could she possibly want now? 

"She called me today. She got married and is living in Italy with her new husband." 

"Okay?" It was hard to feel happy about that. We were just the family she left behind. She expects me to care that she has some wonderful life without us? 

"She wants you to spend the summer with her in Italy so she can see you before you start at Yale. She seems to think it's time to rekindle your relationship." 

"She's out of her mind." I scoffed. 

"Jason, it's okay if you want to go. I won't be upset." He told me gently. "She made mistakes, a lot of really big ones, but she is still your mother. It may be good for both of you." 

"I don't want to see her, Dad. I want to stay here with people who care about me." 

"I understand what you're feeling, Jason, but Matt will still be here when you get back. Maybe he could visit you there too. It's only 6 weeks before you enroll in the honors summer program at school. It could do you some good to be apart. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that crap. Besides, you'd be traveling to and from Ohio with me all summer anyway. That's no way for someone your age to spend the last summer of freedom." 

"Well, I was going to talk to you about that. Matt and I are going to stay at his parents' house on Nantucket for the summer. We won't get to see each other very often during school. I want to spend every minute possible with him." 

My father was silent for a moment. Finally, he sighed. "When did you grow up? If that's what you want, I'll support it. Do you at least want to call your mother yourself?" 

"Not really." I told him. 

"Okay. I'll call her for you. But Jason, be careful with your heart. I know you're in love with Matt, and I couldn't be happier for you, but I want you to be careful about things. Okay?" 

I rolled my eyes. Matt was the last person I had to worry about hurting me. He was in it for the long haul. "Okay, Dad. I have to go, though. Lunch this weekend?" 

"Sure, I'll give you call Saturday morning." 

We said our goodbyes, and I hung up my phone, tossing it onto the couch. I could hear the water was still running, and got a mischievous idea. Stripping off all my clothes, I made my way into Matt's bedroom and climbed onto his bed completely naked. I would have joined him in the shower but it was tiny, barely big enough for Matt's broad shoulders. As soon as the water turned off, I got myself into position, propped up against the headboard with my knees bent and spread. It should give him the perfect vantage point when he came out of the bathroom. I began to gently massage around my hole with my finger, still sore from taking Matt's cock earlier. Knowing perfectly well how hot he looked when he came out of the shower, I wanted to be ready to go for him. 

Matt walked out of the shower with just a towel wrapped around his waist. His head was down as he came out. "What did your dad..." He trailed off when he saw me and stopped in his tracks. "Holy fucking shit." He whispered as he watched. Now that he was out here, I stepped up my game a little, inserting my finger into my hole and letting out as sultry of a moan as I could manage without sounding phony. Matt wasted no time, dropping his towel and climbing onto the bed. He leaned over to kiss me, and I moved my hand to wrap around his shoulder. He quickly grabbed it and moved it back to where it was. "Keep going." He ordered. There was no room in his tone for debate. I pushed two fingers inside as he kissed all over my chest, making his way down to my cock. As he wrapped his mouth around my hard shaft, he moved my hand and replaced my fingers with his own. He slid three in instantly, stretching me further than my own hand had been. 

When Matt turned those honey colored eyes up to make contact with mine, I nearly whimpered and my cock wept into his mouth. I was not going to last if he kept looking at me like that. Without a warning, Matt popped off of me and yanked me down the bed so I was laying flat on my back. "Feeling frisky today, huh?" He teased. 

"I want you." I murmured back, and he grinned down at me. I blindly reached over to the nightstand and fumbled around for a condom and lube. When I found them, I went to go rip the foil packet with my teeth, but Matt grabbed it from me. 

"I won't be needing that." He told me. 

I felt my eyes go wide in fear. "Matt, I don't..." 

He silenced me with a kiss and looked into my eyes as he pulled away. "Relax. I won't hurt you." I breathed a sigh of relief. "I just won't need it." My stomach lurched, and not in a good way. All I had been taught my whole life was to use condoms. The thought of going bare back seemed so taboo and foreign, I didn't think I could handle it. I went to argue with him, but was startled when Matt opened the packet himself. Instead of wrapping it around his rock hard cock, he started to roll it over mine. My eyes went wide as he rolled it all the way down and pumped some lube onto his hand. He took my shaft in his hand and coated it with the sticky substance, making the condom shine with lubricant. "I told you I don't need it." He smiled gently. "I want you inside me." 

"What?" My brain was complete goo. 

"I love you." He told me, planting kisses all over my stomach. "I want you to fuck me." 

"Matt, I..." 

He silenced me with another kiss. "Stop thinking. I want it. Please, Jay. I need you to fuck me." 

His words were so sincere, I had no choice but to trust him. I had never done this, had never even considered topping him. What if I was terrible at it? Would he dump me? 

But then Matt rolled us over so he was under me, and looking up at me with those lust filled eyes. He wanted this. Who was I to deny? 

I took my time kissing Matt all over his body, paying extra attention to the areas I knew he loved. I used the lube to get my fingers nice and wet, mostly because it bought me some time to gather my thoughts. 

Matt seemed to know exactly what I was up to, and tilted my chin up so I had to look at him. "Baby." He said softly. "Look how hard I am for you. I want this. Stop thinking about, and just do what feels right." He gave me the softest smile I had ever seen from him, and it helped calm my nerves. Of course he wanted this. We had been together for months now. It seemed only natural that we explore different pathways. 

With this newfound confidence, I skipped the fingers and moved my mouth down to his asshole. He pushed back on his hips so he was more up in the air, so I shoved a pillow under his hips for him to help him out. He sighed in appreciation and settled down. I had never been face to face with his ass because I had never even considered topping him, but I was in awe of the sight. He had groomed for me, and the fresh clean scent wafting off of him mixed with his own scent and muskiness had me throbbing with desire. With a tentative lick, I reached out and tasted his asshole for the first time ever. I was pleasantly surprised, and dove in for more with a renewed vigor. I tried to do all the things that I know felt good when Matt ate me, and was pleasantly rewarded with his moans and words of encouragement. I bent Matt's knees back, and he wasted no time grabbing hold of them so I could have a clear shot at him. I dragged my tongue over him, lapping at his hole over and over again while he started to writhe beneath me. I got a good grip on either cheek and began to piston my tongue in and out of him. Matt was moaning wildly now, and pushing his ass against my face. I continued to lap at him until he was nice and wet before I pulled my face away and shifted back up to his balls. 

"No more teasing, baby, I need you." He moaned out, desperately pulling at me to pull me up. 

"Are you sure, Matt? We can do it the other way if you want. I don't mind." 

"Stop." He shook his head. "Stop talking. Just do it." 

"You sure? You seem frazzled." 

Matt chuckled, but it sounded strained. "I am frazzled. You know why? Because you're not fucking me! Please, baby, fuck me." 

I had to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. I needed to man up and just do it. I don't know why I was having such a hard time convincing myself to fuck Matt the way he wanted to, but I wouldn't hold back a moment longer. "Sorry, babe." I murmured, leaning down to kiss him. He moaned into my mouth, driving his tongue into me and battling with my own. It was desperate, needy, sexy as hell. I had to have him. 

I grabbed the bottle of lube and slapped a whole bunch more on my shaft, and then let some dribble over Matt's hole. He tensed at the cool sensation, but the look on his face was pure, unadulterated lust. Working my palm up and down my shaft, I was hard as steel and ready for this. Matt was ready for this. It was happening. 

I slid my head up against Matt's puckered hole, and luckily he was ready for me. My head slipped past the ring of muscle, and I slowed down, remembering how hard it was the first time I took him into me. Matt had his eyes squeezed closed, and I waited until the muscles on his face relaxed before I slid a little further in. I kept my eyes on his face, making sure he was comfortable before I began to move in and out of him. 

He was so unbelievably tight, I thought there was no way I could last more than a moment. He was gripping my shaft, moaning out with desire as I pumped in and out. "Harder." He finally whispered. "That feels so good." I did as he asked, and he moaned out. "Oh yes, yes baby, that's it." 

He was so tight, so responsive, I could already feel my balls tightening. I had never in my life experienced something this erotic. Matt's legs were wrapped tight around my waist, pulling me closer to him with each thrust. I was in heaven. "I'm so close." He moaned out. 

I was absolutely amazed that he could be so close already. I had no idea what I was doing, yet it seemed to be his undoing. Matt was watching me through hooded eyes, a dopey smile on his face as he took my cock pounding in and out of him. I so desperately wanted him to finish before I did, so I grabbed his shaft and started to stroke him fast and hard in time with my thrusts. He was panting and moaning, but I could barely hear him over the sound of blood rushing in my ears. I was going to explode. There was no topping it. He was too tight around me, too hot to watch. 

Matt let out a groan as he came, spraying his cum all over his stomach, his ass squeezing my cock so hard I fell over the cliff right after him. It was incredible, filling a condom up with my cum as his ass milked me dry. I collapsed on top of him, not even caring that his cum got stuck to both of us. "Holy shit." I murmured. 

"Holy shit is right." He laughed. "That was incredible. We should have done that weeks ago." 

"I love you." I told him. "And I love having you inside me." 

"Me too, Jay." He agreed. "Me, too." 

Well, at least our sex life would never be boring. 

The next day, Matt was off campus all day to do stuff with his dad. It was still pretty confidential at this point, but I didn't mind. It was kind of exciting to be this close to a presidential campaign, even if it wasn't actually my family. Matt insisted that it wasn't as great as I seemed, but it was pretty cool to me. 

That afternoon, I got out of the pool, excited to be able to see Matt soon. He said I could come by after dinner, so I was psyched. I had been feeling a little sore from the night before, and I could use a little relaxation with my man. There was a Nationals game on TV tonight, and I figured we could watch it together, hand out, and just chill. It was exactly what I needed. I made my way to the locker room and showered quickly anxious to get back to my room so I could study a bit for finals. I was just heading out when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me back in to the locker room. I didn't even process what was happening until my back was slammed against the row of lockers, and someone was immediately in my space. 

Adam. 

"Hey, Evans." He greeted with a smile that almost seemed sincere. If I didn't know any better, I would say that he actually had good intentions. 

"Hey." I returned, trying to be pleasant, if only for Josh's sake. If he liked this asshole, then I would have to put up with him. "What can I do for you?" 

Adam looked around behind him, but the locker room was empty. It was late for all the sports teams to be there, so he must have extended his own practice time. Or maybe he was waiting around for me. Either way, I needed to get out quickly. "I just wanted to make sure we were cool after last night. I didn't mean anything by it." 

"It's fine." I told him, even though it wasn't. I just wanted to get away. 

"It's not." He shook his head. "Things with me and Josh are...complicated." He sighed. "We don't see eye to eye on a lot of things." 

"Like the fact that you're hiding in the closet?" 

He chuckled, but didn't really sound amused. "It's a bit more than that. And it's not like you can talk. Matt isn't exactly out and proud." 

"Maybe not, but we are working on getting there." 

"Jason, I didn't want to talk to you about Josh or Matt. I wanted to talk about us." 

"Us?" 

"Yes, us." He stepped in closer and put his hand on my shoulder. I glanced down at it, curious as to how I could make this end faster. "Jason, ever since I saw you at that club, dancing and having a great time, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I think we should give it a shot." 

"Adam." I sighed, pushing his hand off my shoulder. "I told you, I'm not interested, and you know I'm seeing someone. Plus, you have something going on with Josh, my best friend. You're crazy if you think that I would ever do anything with you." 

"Here's the thing." He continued, pressing closer. "Josh is great and all, but you have to admit that he's not the best looking guy. All that hair! He was great for hooking up, but you are one of the hottest guys at school. We just make so much more sense than Josh and I do." 

"Right, except Josh is my best friend and I'm with Matt." I reminded him. "So it doesn't matter what you think about belonging together, because it isn't going to happen." 

"You know Matt will never be out." He blurted out. He sure knew how to hit you where it counted. Was his plan to just beat me down until I caved? It seemed like the kind of modus operandi a guy like Adam would use. 

"He will be." I refuted, hoping my tone was more convincing to him than it was to me. "We are just trying to get through the school year, and then we're spending the summer together in Nantucket. Our parents already know, so there's nothing to hide. We just didn't want to be a fiasco at school." 

"That's what you think, but you don't know him like I do. He isn't exactly notorious for following through on things." 

"That's ridiculous. He follows through on everything. He didn't get to be captain of multiple athletic teams and student body president by disappointing people." 

Adam shook his head. "He isn't as great as you think, Jason. He hides behind things, has absolutely no conviction, and blames everything on his father. You're not any different. You might think he's going to come out, but he won't. He likes to be perfect, and being gay in DC is just not going to work for a future senator. Why do you think I don't announce it to the world? As soon as I do, people will look at me differently, and that will affect my whole family. Matt is no different. He won't risk his own future by coming out. He'll probably marry Michelle, and you can just be his piece on the side for the rest of your life." 

I pushed past him. "You don't know what you're talking about." I snapped at him. "Matt is nothing like that. He loves me, and he is coming out with me. He's the one who went after me, I'll have you know. I don't have o worry about it, because his dad knows, and it's all going to work out exactly as it should." I got to the locker room door and was ready to make my escape. "I'm flattered that you want to get with me, but it isn't going to happen for us. Josh cares about you, and he would be heartbroken if he found out that you were hitting on me. You seem to have a lot of bad things to say about Matt, but what about you?" 

He walked up to me again, and I instantly regretted that I had to open my big mouth and instigate him. I cringed as he got in my space again, and it seemed to slow him down. "You don't have to be afraid of me." He told me gently. "I like you, I would never do anything to hurt you." 

I shook my head and still tried to push away. "I have to get going. Have a great night, Adam." I told him, pulling myself away and slipping out the door before he could stop me. 

As I walked across campus back to the dorm, I couldn't help but feel a little weirded out. It absolutely baffled me that Adam would hit on me again, knowing that I was with Matt, and that I was best friends with Josh. It just didn't make sense. The last time he had done this, he had run back and told Josh right away, so there had to be a little guilt there. Surely, he must feel something for him or he wouldn't have bothered coming clean. 




Woodbridge Academy Ch. 07



Josh wasn't in the room when I got home, so I plopped down on my bed and did some studying for finals while I waited for Matt to get back. I only had a few more days before exams, and I had to finish strong to keep my valedictorian position. 

By the time Matt got back, I was already in bed, so we just called it a night and agreed to hang out the next day after classes. I was happy with the fact that we were able to separate from each other once in a while without any jealousy or issues. 

My peaceful slumber was disrupted when Josh came barreling into the room like a bat out of hell and flipped the light on, blinding me with the bright light. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He yelled at me as he slammed the door shut and faced me. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, trying to figure out what the hell he was talking about. My silence only irritated him further, and his face turned a shade of Crimson I had never witnessed before. 

"What are you talking about?" I finally asked him, using as cautious of a tone as I could muster. 

"You know damn well what I'm talking about, Jason!" He yelled back. "How could you? What the hell kind of friend are you?" 

"Josh, I honestly have no idea what you're talking about." I told him, swinging my legs around so I could climb out of bed. "What's wrong? If I did something to upset you, I'm sorry, but I don't know what it was." 

He shoved me away from him, nearly knocking me to the floor. I had never once witnessed Josh get so angry, at anyone. "You tried to hook up with Adam!" He yelled. "What, having Matt wasn't enough? You had to go for Adam too? You could t handle the fact that I had something, you had to go after it and take it from me?" 

I scoffed, which only made him more mad. "Josh, I swear I didn't make a move on Adam. I would never do that to you." His nostrils flared, but he didn't answer. "Seriously." I continued. "You know I'm happy with Matt. I don't know what you heard, but it wasn't true, I promise." 

"You know what, Jay? I'm not even mad. I'm disappointed." He shook his head and let out a dark chuckle. "You have everything. You couldn't let me have just one thing?" 

"Josh..." 

"No." He snapped, holding up a hand to stop me. "I'm done, Jason. I'm done sitting here and being your little bitch while you run around here like you own the world." 

"I don't." I argued back. "I have no clue what you're even talking about. You're my best friend, Josh. Why would I ever do anything to jeopardize that?" 

"Because you're just a whore desperate to get fucked." He yelled. His tone made me cringe, but there was no stopping it. "You know what? Fuck this, and fuck you too. I'm done with all of it. You crossed the line and I'm not going to let you do it to me anymore." 

He shoved by me and left the room, slamming the door behind him. I stared at the dark wood for a moment, trying to figure out what the hell was happening. It was pretty obvious it had to do with Adam lying, but why this time? Why did he tell the truth last time but not this time? I had never done anything to screw over Josh, and I certainly my wouldn't start now. In a huff, I left the room and headed downstairs straight to Adams room. I banged on the door a few times, but no one answered. Frazzled, I went back to my room, unable to focus on anything anymore. 

The next few days were terrible. I didn't see Josh at all, not even in the cafeteria. He never slept in the room, but I had no idea where he went. I could assume he was with Adam, but he had a roommate, so it didn't make sense. Every day, a few more of Josh's things disappeared from the room, until it was down to the bare minimum. It looked like I lived alone. He even took down all of his pictures of the two of us. 

It hurt. It really hurt. 

It especially hurt knowing hat I hadn't actually done anything wrong. He was so blinded by his love for Adam that he didn't even want to acknowledge that it might have been him lying. He couldn't even see that we had been friends for years and I would never do that to him. 

By the time The Sunday before finals rolled around, I was devastated. I knew I had lost my best friend, even though the fact gutted me. He wouldn't listen to anything I said, and had blocked my phone number and email address. I never saw him at school, and when I did catch a glimpse of him, he did his best to get away from me. 

I decided that it was best to just get through the rest of the school year and try to communicate with him after. Failing finals wouldn't do me any good. 

During a much needed study break in the pool, I was finally able to clear my mind. It still amazes me how much swimming had a calming effect on me and I could just be free for a while. With a renewed sense of calm, I climbed out of the water and made my way to the locker room. 

I had just stepped into the warm water of the shower when I felt a hand touch me from behind. I spun around and was expecting to find Adam, but was relieved when I saw it was Matt. "Hey, you." I whispered to him as I tugged him into the spray with me. He was al sweaty, so I imagined he had just had a tough workout. The season was over, but Matt had been recruited to play football at Brown, so he needed to stay fit. It was a good look for him. "Just workout?" 

"Yeah." He returned just as softly. "How was your swim?" 

"It was awesome." I said with a sigh as he rubbed my sides. 

"Feel better about everything?" 

"Yeah. I'm just hopeful that Josh will eventually come around and listen to me, or see that Adam is the shmuck here, not me." 

"He will." Matt told me in the most convincing tone he could muster. "You guys are friends. Once the dust settles, he'll realize he was wrong and you guys can all move on." 

"I hope so." I sighed. 

Matt turned me and pushed me against the wall. I let out a gasp as the cool tile hit my back, but sighed as Matt's hands stroked up and down my sides and he pressed his naked groin against mine. The feeling of his erection never tired me. In fact, it made me proud I could turn him on like that. This incredible guy wanted me, of all people. "I wish I could make you feel better." He mumbled against my neck as he nuzzled me. "I hate that my friend is the one making you feel like this." 

"It's okay." I gasped as his erection grazed against mine. "You're good at making me forget things." 

He gave me a kiss that made me want to melt into a puddle on the tile floor beneath the spray of the shower. I don't know what had come over Matt that would make him risk joining me in such a public area, but I wasn't about to complain. "I can do that." He murmured against my mouth. "I think we could all use a little stress release." 

I had no argument for that, and just wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me, our bare chests pressed together as the warm water washed over us. I moved us around so that we had switched positions before moving my mouth down over his chest, one inch at a time, savoring the taste of his skin. I lowered myself to my knees on the tile floor, making sure we were completely protected by the curtain. I glanced up at Matt, finding that he was gazing down at me. With a smirk, I held my finger to my lips to remind him to be quiet before I wrapped my lips around his head and sucked him down into my mouth. Matt's hands instantly found my head and held me in place as I bobbed up and down, blowing him exactly how I knew he would love it. 

Matt barely stood a chance, not even lasting five minutes before he blew his load into my throat. I swallowed down as much as I could before standing up again. Matt was panting as he leaned against the wall, eyes closed. I snuggled up against him and kissed his neck. "Love you." I murmured against his skin. He just grinned and pulled me closer to him. All the stress from the week faded away, and I was blue to just relax as long as Matt was there for me. 

After we silently scrubbed each other down, we peeked out to make sure no one was around before climbing out of the shower. The coast was clear so we split up to go to our lockers to get dressed. As we left the locker room, we crashed straight into Josh, who was apparently on his way in. "Josh!" I exclaimed, so happy to finally see him. He looked awful. His eyes were dull and lifeless, and it looked like he was drowning in his uniform. 

Josh just glared at me and shoved past us, slamming the locker room door behind him. I went to go follow him, but Matt grabbed my arm and stopped me. "He'll come around." He told me gently. "You're his best friend. He won't be mad forever." 

Matt tried his best to cheer me up, but it just wasn't working. We ended up going our separate ways for the night, since we both had exams the next day. I thought the end of high school would be better than this. 

My Irish lit class was the first exam I had to take, which we had to do in one of the computer labs because of all the essays we had to write. The professor was a real jerk, and decided that three 500-100 word essays was a reasonable exam. I think every student was in agreement that it was not. 

We had been working hard for about an hour and a half when my computer started going a little bonkers. The colors were all over the place, but it finally settled down. I had already finished the first two essays and was just planning the third, so I panicked and saved my work then, just in case. I was not going to risk blowing my valedictorian spot for a computer malfunction. 

Immediately after I had saved and had written three sentences of the new essay, a screen popped up on my computer. I glanced around and saw that all of us had the same thing happening, and everyone looked just as confused. 

And that's when the video started to play. 

I wasn't sure what it was at first, but as I watched, I figured it out pretty quickly. It was a compilation of me and Matt together, except Matt's face was replaced with a clown, and in the generic uniform, you couldn't tell who it was. You could certainly tell it was me though. 

Everyone around me started snickering, and I could feel my face grow hot. I guess I was being forced out of the closet after all. I urgently tried to get rid of the video, but it wouldn't let me close it. And that's when the final image came on: me on my knees in the shower the night before, my mouth firmly wrapped around Matt. I have no idea how anyone even got that image without me knowing. I mean, we were in a shower, but surely I would have heard someone in there with us. 

Everyone was staring at me and laughing. I knew it without even looking up. All the blood had rushed to my face, and I was freaking out. Who would do such a thing? Clearly they knew it was Matt, but why would they block out his face? Why ME? I was nice to everyone, I didn't cause any waves, and I just did my thing. Why would anyone want to mess with me. 

The final image was frozen in place, me staring happily up at mast in the shower. There were some pretty offensive words written across the screen, and I couldn't make it go away. 

"Fag." The guy next to me snickered, and I just lost it. I shoved my seat back, grabbed my bag, and ran out of the room. I hated running away from my problems, but this was all I could manage right now. 

"Mr. Evans?" The professor called after me as I ran out, but I couldn't bear to stop. I had to get out of there immediately. 

I made my way back to the dorm, but only after every single person I passed looked at me and laughed. I hated being the center of attention, yet that's exactly what had happened. Everyone was staring, and I knew that everyone knew. So I did the first thing I could think of: I ran straight to Matt's room. He would make it better. He made everything better. 

"Matt." I exclaimed as I burst into his room, but froze in place when I saw him, shirtless, standing in the middle of the room with Adam. Also shirtless. "What's going on here?" 

Matt at least had the nerve to look ashamed. "It's not what it looks like." 

"Did you do this?" I asked, looking directly at Adam. "Was this your doing?" 

"Do what, Jay?" Matt asked, stepping up to me, but I jerked away. 

"You did, didn't you? You put that video out and blocked out Matt so that you could get with him yourself." 

"What video?" Matt asked, looking back and forth between us. 

Adam walked over and draped his arm over Matt's shoulder. They looked so good next to each other, it made me sick to my stomach. "I told you not to mess with me." He grinned. "And you were crazy to think Matt would want to stay with you." 

I turned to face Matt, who didn't say anything about what Adam had to say, but instead seemed like he was mad at me. "What video?" He asked again. 

"Jason made a video that showed everyone tht he was with you. The whole school got an email with it today." Adam told him. 

"What? That's not what happened!" I argued back. "Matt was blocked out of the images. It was me you outed, Adam." 

Matt pulled his phone from his pocket and glanced up at me. "I have an email from you." He said quietly, and turned his phone to show me an image of the two of us together. "You promised you wouldn't tell anyone. His is what you wanted all along, isn't it?" He was quiet, but his tone meant no nonsense. "How could you?" 

"I didn't!" I argued. "I had nothing to do with it!" 

"It's from you, Jason!" He yelled back. "I should have known you were a mistake. I should have known better. Fuck!" He threw his phone across the room, and I winced as it slammed into the wall and fell to the floor. "Get out." He snarled at me. 

"Matt." I tried to defend myself, but he wanted nothing to do with it. 

"Get out!" He yelled again. "I told you I didn't want people to know yet, and now you sent this to the whole fucking school? Are you kidding me? You couldn't give me one more week?" 

"I didn't do it." I tried again. "It was obviously Adam. Come on, you have to know this wasn't me." 

He shook his head. "Just go, Jason." He repeated. "I never want to see you again." 

"Matt." 

"Go!" He yelled before grabbing my arm and dragging me to the door. He opened it and shoved me outside, before slamming it in my face. The sound of the lock clicking into place resonated through my brain and it made my stomach lurch. 

Everyone was staring at me in the hallway, judging eyes witnessing the most embarrassing moments of my life. I turned and ran for the stairs, anxious to get to the sanctuary of my room. As soon as I got in, I shut the door and realized all of Josh's stuff was totally gone, including his sheets and everything from his closet. I had no best friend, I had no boyfriend, I probably just failed that exam. I slid to the ground and shoved my palms against my eyes, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over. How did everything fall apart so rapidly? 

Taking a deep breath, I knew exactly what I needed to do. I pulled out my phone and dialed my father's number. 

"Hey, Dad? It's me. I changed my mind." I took a deep breath. "I want to go see Mom in Italy after all."