NEVER
LESSON TWO
Sleep With A Porcupine
Matt was the first to wake. He listened to the radio, it was noon. "Wake up, sleeping beauty, it's lunch time." he yelled at Walt. He shook Walt. "What do you want to eat, buddy." he asked as Walt's eyes popped open. "Get that look off your face, pervert, I'm referring to food."
"Not now, later, please." mumbled Walt, pulling a blanket over his head. This was embarrassing. The next sounds he heard were Matt splashing and singing loudly in the shower. Walt mused, is Matt a neat freak. He sure lives in the shower. Who gives a shit? After what they did last night, who gives a frigging flying ass hole shit about anything? And just what had Matt meant calling him a pervert?
Matt strode nude out of the shower, drying himself. The cold puckered goose bumps all over his body. His manhood was shriveled, lying limp in the pile of dark curls between his legs. Striding to the fireplace he banked the fire with new wood. As Walt peered from under his blanket, feigning sleep, Matt stood and toasted his nakedness. He turned slowly letting the fire finish drying the droplets gleaming in his body hairs. Damn, Walt felt himself reacting, his heart was pounding, his cock rock hard, far beyond his normal morning piss hard.
Searching through one of the drawers Matt pulled out a pair of gym shorts and tugged them on. He then picked up the clothes they had scattered and folded them. He stacked them on a shelf by the open bathroom door.
The fire was roaring now. Heat poured out into the room. Matt shoved the bed frames back upright and against the wall. He tossed his mattress and blankets on one. Bending over Walt he jerked the covers away.
"Get up, you lazy bum!"
"Already am," was Walt's response as he pointed at his erection.
"Look, you sex fiend, its still lunch time. And I plan to get in some time with the weights," stated Matt. "So, if you must, go stick that thing in a knot hole and fuck the wall."
"Look who's calling who a sex fiend, you uninhibited club donged beautiful buddy of mine." Walt was instantly afraid. Although they were bantering he hadn't planned on using that word 'beautiful'. It had just tumbled out of his mouth. He wanted Matt's acceptance on whatever level Matt wanted to operate. It was obviously sexual but he had felt no feminine overtones with Matt. It didn't fit anything he understood. Fags and fairies flip their wrists. They are so obvious. Real 'queer'. Matt was nothing like that. Walt searched for 'those' signs in his own actions last night and back. The entire experience, including Matt's attitude this morning, was unfathomable. But it had happened.
Matt gathered up the porn scattered around the floor and shoved it on the shelf by their clothes. He turned and glared at Walt. Giving his best imitation of an evil eye stare he growled, "Get your ass up and busy in the kitchen, boy. I'm already famished. After my workout I'll be even hungrier."
He yanked Walt's pants off the shelf and threw them. "Here. Get dressed if you're too shy to cook in the nude. Finish cleaning up your bed shit and make us some 'vittles'." He continued to stare harshly right at Walt but slowly he twisted his face and squinted his eyes as if ready to start crying. "Ple-e-e-e-ase! I need food," he whined. Then a grim look washed back over his face. "Or do I have to come over there and break an arm, a leg, your friggin' head??" he growled.
Walt streaked for the kitchen, playfully crouching and protecting his head with an arm. He danced around trying to hop into his pants and adjust his cock. "Yasa, Massa Matt, O Exalted One. Food. You want food. By the time you are ready, a feast will await you."Matt pulled out the weights. He kicked free a clear spot in the center of th floor sending pillows and rugs flying. "Hey, pay attention. I'll yell when I need you to spot me."
He moved the bench out and was soon lost in his routine. As he continued to exercise the soft grunts that punctuated each muscle straining move grew steady and louder. He started with dumbbell presses. Next he worked through a set of full arm extensions. Curls and dumbbell flys followed. Taking a stretch break he reached for the ceiling alternating, left, right.
Walt listened, and sneaked glances at his buddy, feeling a strange pride in Matt and his firm, tone body. But he kept his mind on the current job -- fixing a meal. Well, most of the time his mind didn't wander.
Matt rolled out the barbell and quickly balanced the first set of weights. He bent and executed a flawless standing press. One, another, another. Five, on up to ten. He paused and added weights. Ten more, pause, add weights, ten more. He continued through six progressive sets.
Walt kept busy. A pot now bubbled over the fire in the fireplace. He cleaned up his bed, throwing the mattress and blankets on the bare frame. Returning to the pot he stirred it and sipped a taste. The aroma reached out and tickled Matt's nose.
Matt lay on the bench the barbell resting in its cradle. "Walt, I'm ready for your help. I've reset the weights." Grasping the bar in a close grip he started into a ten rep set.
Half way through Walt was standing at his head, waiting. He added requested weights as Matt finished each set. Add weights, pump iron, add weights, pump iron. Matt was straining, his chest and arms nearing exhaustion. On the fourth press of the last set his arms began to shake. The barbell started to teeter back and forth. Matt's eyes locked with Walt's.
Walt steadied the weight and with the fifth press eased the barbell into its rest. "I'll dish up lunch while you cool down." He broke eye contact, feeling somehow he was doing something wrong, and headed for the kitchen.
Covered with sweat, Matt toweled off and started a slow paced set of passive resistance and stretching moves. His breathing became more regulated and steady. In a final massive, cat-like stretch, Matt thrust his arms behind him and arched his back. "God damn, I'm ready to eat a horse."
Laughing, Walt whinnnied like a horse and turned holding a plate at his crotch. "I fixed soup and sandwiches, but if you want horse meat . . . you did say I must have been sired by a stallion."
"Damn it, Walt, you are a sick fucking ass hole! Man can not live on sex alone. Shit, I know. I've tried. And, thanks for the offer, but right now the soup and sandwiches get my vote." His voice had a lilt and his eyes sparkled as in return to Walt's gesture, he cupped his groin, wiggled his hips and winked.
Matt scrambled around in a drawer and pulled out a terry robe. Wrapping himself he sat, Buddha like, and wolfed two sandwiches before starting on the soup. "M-m-m-m M-m-m-m Good!" he sang as he drank it right out of the bowl. "Thanks, friend, I needed the nourishment." He grabbed another sandwich. It disappeared in four bites.
"Glad to be of service, O Exalted One. Just happy you didn't over do with the weights. If you had built any bigger an appetite we could easily be out of food this afternoon," Walt teased.
"Actually you're eating like a starving tom cat. A big black tom panther, that's what you are with that sleek, smooth body and jet black hair. Yep, you are a big, dangerous cat always ready to pounce, muscles rippling beneath your skin without bulking or bulging. Except . . . " Walt paused. He was talking way too much.
"Enough comments, buddy. So, we both have one muscle that bulges. Man does yours bulge." Matt grinned and shook his head. "I stink, and you, hot stuff, need a cold shower." He punched out at Walt, playfully.
"Got to clean up, wash dishes. Thank heavens you have a gas hot water heater. I hate scrubbing and cleaning in cold water," said Walt, quickly changing the subject and tone of the discussion. Suddenly he was embarrassed.
"The stove use to be propane, too," commented Matt. "Would have been easier fixing meals. But, you've done a swell job fireplace cooking. Any way, leave the kitchen for now." Matt inclined his head toward the bathroom door. Again his eyes locked with Walt's. A twisted version of his famous smile danced across his face. "I told you, you need a cold shower, you sex fiend."
Walt's answer came without thinking and stunned himself. "If I get in there with you it won't be cold for long, Mr. Q.B., sir." He dropped his gaze and took a step back, amazed at his own boldness.
"Are you afraid of me, now, Walt?"
Walt paused before answering. He looked up to meet Matt's eyes studying him intently. "No, Matt, I'm not afraid of you. I'm afraid of myself. I lost control yesterday -- last night. Couldn't you tell?"
"So we both did. So what? I didn't do anything I'm ashamed of and neither did you. We helped each other get off a couple of loads. When that happens lots of inhibitions get pushed aside. Hot sex burns away a lot of foolish guilts. Christ, come on friend, we know each other well enough not to be afraid." Matt took Walt's hand, gave it a squeeze. "I'll be waiting."
Matt tossed the robe over onto his bed, stripped the gym shorts off and left them in a puddle on the floor. Naked he entered the bath. Within seconds, Walt was there too.
Matt turned everything on full blast, cold. They both shuddered and danced wildly as the ice water gushed over them. Matt adjusted the flow to a more acceptable temperature. Together they stood absorbing the warmth and soaking in the the water. They started soaping each other. Walt lathered Matt from top to bottom. He didn't concentrate on Matt's privates. The sensual flow of his hands impacted Matt's sex anyway. On its own it gradually lifted and arched out of the suds. It jumped and twitched showing Walt the super sensitive places on Matt's body as his hands explored every part of Matt.
When Walt paused, Matt began to scrub his back in return. He massaged Walt's chest, then glanced down. Walt had become aroused again from touching Matt and watching Matt's fleshy barometer indicate his hot spots. Now Walt's cock pulsed with each heart beat from the feel of Matt's hands on him. Matt stared in amazement watching it grow. He knew this was a reaction to his touching Walt, but it was thrilling to actually see it happen. He reached down and tapped it with a finger. It leaped and grew an inch more. Now it expanded and extended rapidly. Every throb brought it thrusting higher. Matt grasped it and squeezed. It exploded up and out even further, expanding to its full angry size. Walt was trembling.
Pulling Walt right up to him, Matt whispered, his voice hoarse, "I want this, baby," Reaching around, he started kneading Walt's rear. His soapy fingers slid between Walt's cheeks. Walt's legs spread, he thrust his ass back against Matt's hand. Fingers rubbed his sphincter muscle and then pushed in. Walt groaned and pushed against Matt's hand, not disengaging, quaking with new feelings.
"Do me, Walt. Do me," Matt seemed to be pleading. Walt followed his lead. He started massaging Matt's butt, letting his fingers find and rub slowly on Matt's puckering ass hole.
"No, do me with this. Do me for real, Walt." Matt grasped Walt's cock again. He turned his back and thrust his ass against Walt. Holding Walt's dick, Matt started guiding it between his buttocks.
Walt hugged Matt from behind, his hips grinding his manhood in Matt's butt crack. His hands and Matt's together spread Matt open and guided the entry. As it happened, Matt thrust back. Walt lunged forward. Matt moaned. Walt stopped, shivering in terror. Then he heard Matt softly begging him to continue, to drive it in. With each mutual push after that Walt sunk deeper and deeper. He felt himself growing, expanding even more as Matt's body constricted tighter around his shaft.
Slowly Walt began to back out. As he felt Matt's muscles tighten on the tip of his organ he thrust forward again. The moves were natural, instinctive, and extremely pleasurable. Matt bent forward, his hands on his thighs. Walt graped him at the waist and pulled as he drove his cock in. Together they established a steady rocking motion accompanied by their mutual animal lust noises.
With each forward thrust Walt pulled Matt back harder. He now wanted in, as far in as he could go. He wanted to bury his cock, bury himself, deep down inside Matt. The feel was like masturbation only warmer, like this morning's blow job but tighter. It was fantastic, and driving Walt wild.
Matt ground his ass back in small tight circles. His left hand started stroking his own cock in sync with Walt's pumping and pulling. He moaned and mumbled with each deep thrust. Walt suddenly realized what Matt was saying.
"Delay, fucker, delay!"
Walt slowed, backed out and turned Matt around. "Even with this you want delay?" He leaned in and kissed Matt on the nose. "We're going to go ape shit, you know."
"I know more about this than you do, pal o' mine," said Matt. "I've been here before. But never with a stud like you, Walt. You are more than I've ever had or dreamed of having. I want to enjoy this as long as possible."
The praise and the potential offered in Matt's words made Walt swell and stiffen again. His erection was now ached with every beat of his heart. Control in this situation would be damn difficult to maintain he thought. And what was he planning to control anyway. He was already so involved in what he knew was so different, so uninhibited, so wild the the idea of having control over what happened was a joke. He concentrated, it wasn't what they were doing or were going to do he feared. It was letting Matt know it meant more to him than it meant to Matt with the wrong word, the wrong gesture.
"O.K. Let's get back to it," Walt said, grasping himself and wagging it at Matt.
Matt lowered himself before Walt, on all fours. His ass lifted up, wet and waiting. Walt knelt behind, rubbing soap into Matt and over his own cock. He again graped Matt, this time by the hips, and pulled back as he thrust forward. He quickly entered and within seconds had found a rhythm that brought new grunts and groans from Matt.
Sliding in the soap and water on the floor they collapsed with Matt on the bottom. Walt spread Matt's legs and thrust back into the warm sheath of Matt's bottom. He pushed Matt against the wall under the shower heads and without withdrawing gradually flipped Matt onto his back. Walt bent down and raised Matt's legs. Now he looked Matt in the eye. He watched Matt's face grimace with combinations of pain and pleasure as he pounded into him. Walt was now an animal in rut with only one desire.
Matt reached up and brushed his hand across Walt's lips. Matt was gasping, trying to talk to Walt. He held his hand palm out in front of Walt's eyes. Another plea for a resting period, a break to let them gather their strength instead of expending it right now. Walt shook his head, not wanting to stop. One word, 'please' penetrated his lust. He slowed. Matt spread his legs wide. Walt extracted himself and fell on Matt, gasping for breath, hugging Matt tight, shuddering. Matt talked Walt down from his near climatic peak.
The water washing over them had cooled. Matt wiggled out and adjusted the faucets back to a body warming flow. Kneeling beside Walt he rolled him onto his back. Gently he washed Walt from head to foot. As the water rinsed off Walt, Matt bend over and took Walt's penis into his mouth. Bobbing his head up and down, Matt quickly had Walt thrashing, pumping and screaming for release.
Matt lifted himself off Walt. He held Walt's hands at his side. Moving with deliberation he extended himself over Walt, resting on his hands and toes. Lowering himself out of the push-up stance, his mouth descended on Walt's. They thrust their tongues into each other. Matt let his trace Walt's lips. He moved his tongue like a feather over Walt's face, exploring it. Rolling to first one side and then the other he gently tickled and washed Walt's ears. Walt tossed his head, his mouth open straining to capture Matt's tongue. Grasping Matt's wet hair Walt forced their mouths together. He sucked Matt's tongue deep and then shot his tongue into Matt. Mimicing the actions of a firm cock, Walt strained to extend his tongue as far and deep as he could. Matt shivered. Their bodies were steaming in the dampness.
Sex organ rubbed on sex organ and against warm flesh. Both were searching for an opening, a hand, a way to be manipulated, needing. Raising on his knees over Walt's midsection, Matt reached back and fondled Walt's throbbing cock. He slowly rocked back guiding it toward its home. Twisting his hips he felt Walt thrusting, seeking entry. Moving further back he squatted directly over Walt. His hand guided Walt as he lowered himself. Grunting he pressed down. Walt entered with one savage upward thrust as Matt descended.
Matt, impales on Walt's cock, started riding up and down. Walt thrust up with his hips each time Matt sat back and down. Again, together they paced themselves for maximum pleasure. Matt leaned back with his arms supporting his body. Walt reached down and started stroking Matt's prick. The joint sensations drove Matt to ecstasy. Now he humped and bucked, urging Walt on. He called out for harder, deeper thrusts. He ground his ass into Walt's crotch talking dirty, his face contorted in desire.
Walt slowed, panting. Now he talked delay, wanting to make it last. Forever, if possible. He knew he was now one giant sexual organ that savored every touch, wanting to stay trembling on the brink. Even the streams of water flowing over him caressed him with a feeling of passion and desire. Walt wanted to melt into Matt, feel all of himself and Matt burning together in a sensual flame flickering and leaping without pain, just a fierce warm glow of pleasure.
Matt grinned down at Walt. His breath was coming in gasps. "I've created a monster. You are driving me out of my mind, buddy. Delay is for extending pleasure. When it isn't a pleasure to wait, delay is a pain in the ass. Present company excepted on that last remark."
Twitching his rump Matt urged Walt to resume. He felt Walt responding. Walt had not pulled out when he slowed down and stopped. Now Matt pushed down and ground his hips inflaming Walt again. Matt took his own cock in hand and stroked it in time with each down thrust against Walt. Watching, Walt found his hips responding. They pushed up forcing his dick farther and farther into Matt. He felt it swelling, again, filling Matt, stabbing into his gut.
Matt began quivering. Sucking in air, each exhale became a moaning sob. Harder and harder he pushed down onto Walt's cock. His excitement transfered itself to Walt. He started thrashing and pumping wildly up into Matt. "I can't wait. Can't wait any more," screamed Matt. "Fuck me, do it, do it hard, do it now!" Matt was sobbing and pleading. His hand tightened on his cock and whipped it with frenzy.
Climaxes mounted and rolled over both of them. Walt tensed, shuddered and arched his back. The spasms as he ejaculated forced his spewing cock even deeper into Matt. Matt felt it as it gushed inside him. The sensations triggered his own orgasm. His cum shot out and fell. It splattered all over Walt and washed away in the running water.
They collapsed with release and exhaustion. Matt was still moaning softly. The water continued to gush over them as they lay panting, slowly recovering from the high that had gripped them.
Walt rose and pulled Matt up into his arms. "I'm sorry. I lost control again. Didn't mean to hurt you."
Matt shook his head. "Not hurt. Not hurt," he murmured against Walt's shoulder. "It was just too damn good, buddy. Too damn good."
Again they soaped and scrubbed. Touching lightly, they rinsed. They moved against each other in a languid ballet letting the water course over every familiar body surface. Each time their eyes met, Matt flashed his grin and Walt winked.
Standing in front of the fire, they toweled each other. Matt rubbed with vigor on Walt's hair. Dropping the towel around Walt's neck he grasped the ends and pulled gently. Walt moved against him. Matt brushed his lips on Walt's. "Thanks," he whispered.
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