They rested before the fire on a couple of folded blankets. Walt wore a baggy pair of boxer shorts and a tee shirt, both donated by Matt. Matt, as usual, was stretched out naked. He raised up and reached in adding two more split logs to the fire. He jerked back as it sputtered and sparked.

"Watch it, don't singe your hair. That's dangerous to even more than your hair you know. You ought to put on some clothes, O Naked One. Please! Shit, Matt, a fella can stand only so much temptation. Damn you anyway. Even if you're not going to take mercy on me, remember we may have visitors out here soon. The storm seems to have stopped. Let's check the news."

Walt tuned in the local station with the most frequent news breaks. They caught the tail end of a report on post storm activities in the city. After fifteen minutes of top-40s and golden oldies the next news break featured the fact that the county crews were now out on all primary routes and were scheduled to start work on secondary roads that evening.

"Well, it depends on how the classify River Road, friend," drawled Matt. "I think it's considered a primary east-west connection. Thus, so as not to offend your genteel sensibilities and not expose myself to the admiration and lust of any county worker that shows up to rescue us and want to be paid with sexual favors . . . I'll put on some fucking clothes. Are you happy now, ass hole?"

The boys got busy selecting articles of clothing from the shelf where Matt had piled them. Matt noticed they had exchanged pants in the scramble. "Take 'em off, damn you, they're mine," he grumbled. Grinning impishly he continued to nag at Walt. "I don't want your sweaty ass in my pants. You'll stretch the crotch and leave lice. Anyway, what will people say? We'll get accused of cross dressing begween quarterback and receiver. Charged with becoming so addled by seeing each other naked we couldn't identify our own clothes. Golly, Walt, we're in deep trouble. What can we do?"

Walt was laughing so hard he couldn't say a thing. He struggled to gain his balance. Stripping off the offending pants he balled them up and pitched them at Matt's grinning face.

Fully clothed Matt asked Walt if he would mind now cleaning the kitchen. "The dishes are still there, Hands. I've got to put up the gym stuff . . . and other things." His left hand rested briefly on the pile of magazines and photgraphs that had been the trigger to the change in their relationship.

Walt moved into the kitchen. His mind raced as he set to work. It had started this morning, yet it seemed like years ago. Everything that had happened between them in this one day stretched back in his memory to a time before he discovered any sexual feelings. What he had known and felt in the past had now been washed away, replaced by something new and different involving Matt. A smile of wonder and contentment crossed his face. But this was so deep, so strong, so obviously sexual. How was he going to keep from exposing his true feelings every time he was in public with Matt?

Walt knew he couldn't talk this problem out with Matt. It was his problem. Anyway, Matt wasn't hung up about this like he was. Walt knew that regardless of how much Matt had been turned on, he had relished only the sexuality of what they had done. Matt would be back in the River Runner trying to get a reluctant blow job from some 'nice' girl; seeing if he could get his tongue into places where a 'good' girl wouldn't let him stick that 'thing'. Sure, now, afterwards, if one or both of them didn't have an orgasm they knew how to do something about it. There had been that implication in some things Matt said. Then again, maybe he had misunderstood Matt. Maybe this was just another 'experience' to drop in the box with matching photos or an article in lurid prose about guys having sex with guys. Maybe that's all Matt had wanted from him since the beginning. Matt didn't seem to be rejecting him now. But what about tomorrow or the next day. Had he given in too easily. Had Matt somehow seen or felt his attraction. Given in too easily. Easily, hell, eagerly. He knew he would die if Matt rejected him or started treating him like a faggot, tried turning him into a substitute girl friend. The fear and loathing mounted the more Walt thought about what had happened and what it might lead to.

Beside the fears and anger gnawed at him. If he says one fucking thing out of line at school, I'll deck him. Hell, I'll kill the bastard. I'll cut off that damn dick and stuff it down his own throat. Walt's hand tightened on the glass he was drying. His arm swung. Stuff it!!

Matt was busy, putting everything in its proper place. For the floor he just kicked things around so they were scattered fairly evenly throughout the room. He picked up the pile of pornography and rifled through it quickly. Keeping out one item he slid the rest back into the box, locked it and dropped it back in its drawer.

Laying the photo he had extracted face down on a shelf, he searched for his keys. From the ring he removed one small key and laid it atop the photo. Matt jumped involuntarily as a glass smashed in the sink.

Walt quickly recovered and turned with a sheepish look. Thank God Matt wasn't facing him, hadn't seen what had happened. "We're short one glass, O Exalted One. Your humble servant let one slip."

"Were you holding it over your head? That was a damn loud crash for just one glass. Scared the piss out of me. I jumped so high I could have grabbed a cross-brace and chinned myself on it," said Matt. "Nearly through in there?"

Walt nodded. Crisis averted.

"Hurry up and get your ass out here before you break anything else. I've got a small gift you may want."

Curious, Walt put away the pots, pans and dishes and walked over to Matt. His frustrations, fears and anger had fled with the crashing glass.

"Didn't know if you would want a key to my treasure drawer," Matt commented. "Guess you wouldn't mind it though." He winked at Walt and handed him the key. "Put it with your keys to this place and the River Runer." Matt studied Walt's reaction, there was a clear pause as Walt's mind started racing again. Matt picked up the photo. "Also, you can keep this, or we can file it back with the rest." He slowly turned it over as he extended it to Walt.

Walt stared at the photo. It was the four-way with the hunk taking it up his ass and in his mouth. The one with the two dead ringers for Matt. "How . . . how . . . " he sputtered. Oh, my God, here it comes. Fear washed over him again. He started trembling.

"I've got eyes, buddy. It's one of my favorite all-guy scenes, too. You don't think I'd have let things go beyond our morning mutual pud punding if I wasn't sure you were at least a little interested in doing some imaginative exploration of a sexual nature. I've been dreaming of the possibility this might happen. Had the hots for you since that first day in the locker room when you weren't too impressed with me. You, my friend, were and have remained a damn fine looking six three hunk of masculine muscles.

"I never knew," whispered Walt.

"Look, Walt, I'm a very sexually oriented guy. You already knew that and you know it for sure now. I like it, anyway I can get it . . . or give it. You and I became, were and are such close friends it was a challenge not to jump you. But, that's not me or my style. I thought I read the signs correctly. If not, we can forget all this. I give you my word, I'll take things back to the way they were. And, damn it, if I was out of line, I'll keep it that way. I honestly still want and need you as a friend. Fuck, Hands, we're the Touchdown Kings. I can talk with you. O.K. so most of the time I talk at you. But, damn it, I know you're listening. You don't treat me like some fucking football holy man. Aw, hell, Walt, say something."

"Cool it, O Expounding One. You're dribbling words all over the floor. I understand. Now I understand. At least I think I understand. We both got carried away here. And, it was very obvious we both enjoyed it. I'm still spinning and all jumbled inside."

Walt decided right then that he need never admit his true feelings or fears to Matt. He knew he felt what they had was a bit more that a friendship open enough to allow a free wheeling sexuality. Some of what had happened, and might happen again, had moved Walt deeply. He knew it would be best to be the listener, not the talker, in this relationship, wherever it was going.

From that day, they were together whenever possible. There was a new bond between them. They continued double dating. Walt had been right in his estimate that Matt would continue to be a pussy-chasing cock hound regardless of what happened between them. Matt hadn't lied one bit. If he could give it he gave, if he could take it he took.

Post date discussions continued to be competitions. They now were used frequently to excite each other. Whatever was or was not achieved with their dates was possible between the two of them later or the next morning. They continued to explore each other's bodies until each was as familiar with the other as he was with his own.

Anything they could think of, anything they enjoyed seeing in one of the photos was tried, at least once. Any pleasure one found with his own body was tried on the other. Using this springboard, Walt was soon teaching Matt a few new thrills.

As the school year ground to a close, Matt (with the able assistance of Walt's tutoring) finally got admitted to his dad's old alma mater. Eaarlier Walt had accepted the scholarship offer from the area junior college.

- o o o -

The night after rehersal for commencement and graduation the boys skipped out on the multiple parties. They knew everyone would assume they were at one of the other gatherings. They would not be missed. Matt was still heaping thanks on Walt for the fact that, as far as he was concerned, it had been Walt who got him the college admission. Then Matt turned serious. He started moaning about the fact they would be separated so much during the next year. He stated solemnly that he'd never make it with out Walt there to help him. How was he going to maintain his eligibility? There was no point in leaving. He'd be kicked off the team after the first set of grades. With a long face he noted that Walt was the academic athlete. It just wasn't fair, Matt moaned.

"I'll at least be here when you are home on quick weekends and for holidays. Your dad'll get you the best tutors. You know some will be from the staff, not just students trying to pick up an extra buck. I hate the idea of separation as much as you do, Matt. But, it's something we'll have to face with the new school year. Life goes on, you know. We've still got all summer to get ready." Walt was trying to make light of the problem and get Matt into a better mood.

Walt's comments made it clear he had assumed Matt would be home for the summer. Matt hadn't said anything about summer plans previously. Now he reluctantly informed Walt that he would be gone.

"The folks are dragging me with them on a tour of Europe to celebrate the fact I actually graduated high school and got admitted to college, any college," Matt said softly, hanging his head.

He glanced up and was faced with an explosion of anger from Walt. Eyes blazing, his voice shaking he yelled at Matt. "When were you going to tell me! As you left town! This is friendship? Bull Shit! Just what has all this been, sweeping me into your porn, your filth. What am I, Matt, damn it . . . just a willing body for your perversions! Just another Harry Junior to talk about later!"

All the old fears of abandonment welled up and mingled with guilt and anger over the strange power Matt held over him. Walt fought himself in the midst of it all to keep control, not say the wrong thing, not let Matt see why he was so hurt, devastated.

The attack sent Matt reeling.

"How many other sets of keys are there for this damn place, cock sucker? How may others have you been fucking in these beds? I hate you! You used me, damn you! Damn you to hell, Matt Rivers!"

Fist raised, Walt started beating Matt on the chest. He took a roundhouse swing at Matt's dazed face. Almost all his controls melted away as the anger boiled and consumed him. He pounded and punched at Matt, over and over repeating, "Damn you! Damn you! Damn you!"

In response Matt wrapped his arms tight around Walt. Pinning Walt's arms between them he whispered "I'm sorry." in response to each 'damn you'.

Walt struggled to break free. He jerked his head away from Matt's voice. He shoved with his arms trying to tear out of Matt's hold. His knee shot up, but Matt deflected it with his hip. Walt's curses grew faint. Exhausted he slumpled in Matt's arms.

Matt stroked Walt's back as the struggling and heaving waned, continuing to whisper, "I'm sorry,." in his soft drawl. He gently lead Walt to one of the beds and sat beside him, his hands still stroking and soothing.

Walt turned to face him, his eyes nearly ready to spill his angry tears. "I had no right to do that. I didn't mean it, Matt. I'm the one that should be sorry."

"Don't you apologize, buddy. I deserved that. I have no guts when it comes to breaking bad news. Which is no excuse for not letting you know about things that affect us as soon as possible." Matt leaned over and hugged Walt.

Slowly Walt's arms circled Matt, returning the hug.

"I promise I'll never make you that angry again. Damn it , buddy, you could have put me out of commission for a damn long time if that knee had connected." Matt's voice was low and light. Sitting back he saw a smile quickly steal across Walt's face. "Friends?" he asked, formally presenting his hand.

"For life," said Walt, taking the peace offering and shaking it vigorously.

Matt got them both a soda from the refrigerator, turned on the T.V. and settled back beside Walt. Walt scooted back, now on his side, giving Matt more room to sit. Watching the show, inattentively, Matt frequently reached and gave Walt's thigh a pat or let his hand rub gently. He still felt a need to give reassurance.

Walt was still rolling inside. He couldn't remember what he had said. He had heard Matt's apology but continued to question how Matt really felt about him, about them. Without any intent on his part he found he was reacting to Matt's continued attention. Anger raised up again. Here we are on a bed and Matt just want's to make out. I am just a play toy, a prick he's paid for with gifts and flattery. Determined to bring things to an end he grasped Matt's hand. Matt squeezed back. Walt's resolve, his anger, his confusion, all melted into nothing as Matt turned, his eyes pools of violet velvet.

"Everything all right now, buddy?" His soft voice caressed Walt.

Walt didn't understand that Matt was not the agressor. Matt was a reactor. Even in the situation unfolding he did what he felt Walt wanted him to do. It was just that Matt had no idea of the impact he had on Walt. He had not imagined the strength of Walt's attraction for him.

Walt knew he was lost, falling into those two violet pools that shone in front of him. He couldn't turn loose of Matt's hand. He admitted he had wanted that hand on him, stroking, soothing. But now he wanted more, the need was sensual. His body was no longer shuddering with the wild mix of anger and sorrow but slowly igniting and throbbing with passion.

"I'm not going to take advantage of you, Walt. You're upset. That can give a monk an erection. Our friendship is more important than any quicky sex thing. Remember I told you what happened depended on if you wanted to be wanted and wanted me, too."

"Will you just, for once, shut up," said Walt as he hugged Matt against him.

Walt's building passion transfered easily to Matt. They quickly stripped each other and were locked in a tangled embrace of grasping hands, searching lips and thrusting hips. Tongues traced the outlines of taunt muscles, searching out well known erogenous zones, and some not so well known except between them.

Walt grasped Matt's face and gently started directing it on a pulse pounding journy down his body. Gliding it across his chest he thrust each nipple forward for Matt to lick and kiss and nibble. As he moved Matt lower, he shifted his position on the bed.

Now they jointly traced their rippling stomach muscles. Deliberately avoiding the stiff staffs of manhood that jutted from between their legs, they ran their mouths into their groins and locked their lips hard on the underside of those shafts at their bases.

Here Matt stopped. Then he gently washed the underside of the mammoth organ towering in front of him. Walt instead attached himself to Matt's ball sack hanging with its loaded jewels. One at a time he sucked them into his mouth, rolling them around, moaning. He squeezed them one by one and together with his teeth. Pushing his head deeper beteen Matt's legs, he suctioned the entire sack in to his mouth. Tugging out and then leaning in he worked them just like Matt was starting to work his mouth and throat up and down over Walt's engorged penis.

Their bodies began to shake and shiver with the mounting tension. Matt eased his mouth away and with one hand shook Walt's hip. Walt raised up with a questioning grunt. "No delays, no playing around, right?" said Matt.

Walt stared at him. "No prisoners, no quarter, go for broke, now or never, that's what you want?"

Matt's eyes glittered. He nodded.

"Then, O Humping One, that is just what you are going to get," said Walt.

They returned their attentions to each other. It was a race without pause. No paced synchronized movements now. Their actions were fully concentrated on just one goal, bringing the other to a climax first. It was a wild game they enjoyed.

Walt's entire body burned with a need for release. Again he felt himself growing with every move of Matt's head. He worked harder on Matt, feeling the transfer of sensations as if it was his own cock that throbbed in his mouth. The fire ran out from under his belly into Matt's mouth, down Matt's throat, out from between Matt's legs and into his own mouth. They were one continuous pulsing organ.

He felt Matt's body tense and shudder. He was winning. Matt couldn't stop his orgasm, not now. Walt pushed down hard forcing Matt's cock fully into his mouth. With the same push he plunged a finger into Matt from the rear. He heard Matt shout and felt him go rigid. Every muscle was quivering as Matt's hips twisted and lunged forward. Matt's cock exploded in size. Walt felt the climactic outpouring and swallowed with each spurt. The juice filled his mouth to overflowing. Dribbles of cum fell on the bed. Just as he felt Matt shrinking in his mouth, his own climax began to thunder through him.

Walt pitched and tossed, slamming himself into Matt's eager mouth. He could feel Matt rubbing across his rectum, sliding fingers in and out. Matt was groaning as post climatic shudders shook his body. But his mouth would not let got of Walt. Walt's body braced itself in one frozen moment of agony, every muscle taunt, straining. Matt's shriviling prick slip from his mouth as the orgasm hit full tilt.

Walt's scream filled the room. He lunged. He forced his way past the opening at the back of Matt's mouth and surged into Matt's throat. His ejaculation jetted out running deep down into Matt. He pulled Matt's head tight against him trying to send his organ deeper, following the flow of his warm sweet milk. His cry continued as he thrust again and again seeking more relief than could be given. Gradually the orgasm died and his post ejaculation moans overlay Matt's groaning and gaging.

Neither boy moved for a long time. Their bodies repeatedly shook with anticlimactic spasms, hips gyrating, searching with flaccid organs to somehow recover the peaks of sensual pleasure that had passed. The only sound now was a mixture of heavy breathing and occasional grunts that accompanied a hopeful thrust.

Finally, Matt raised up, stood and pulled the covers over Walt. He returned with towels and quietly cleaned up. He gently rolled Walt around as he also replaced the soiled bedclothes. Recovering Walt, Matt tucked the sheet around him. He then leaned over, kissed Walt lightly on the nose and whispered, "Good night."

Snuggling down in the other bed, Matt was soon snoring contentedly. In his mind a major disaster had been averted. He was happy.

For Walt things were not so easy. He could not sleep. All the positive and negative thoughts, from this evening back to when he found himself masturbating and picturing Matt naked, marched back and forth in his head. Was he crazy, abnormal, normal or what? Was Matt crazy, abnormal, normal or what? For an hour or more he sat on the edge of the bed holding his head. It hurt to think, but he had to think. He was aware of every breath Matt took, every toss and turn. He wanted to run. He wanted to go snuggle with Matt.

He knew he needed time and space to make a decision. That decision might never come, but until he got it straight in his own head he was back to being a loner. It was the only way.

Tearing a blank page from one of the work books they had used during thier tutoring sessions, he wrote a few words. He folded the note and stuck it part way in Matt's billfold. Dressing quietly, he left. He walked home all the way down River Road and across town, thinking, arguing with himself all the way.

The next morning Matt found the note. "See you when you get back. / I need time alone." There was no endearment, no signature.

Matt went right to the phone and called. Walt answered.

Quietly he told Matt he didn't have time to talk right then. "You've got to believe me, Matt. I need to do some serious thinking. I need time alone, by myself alone."

Matt pleaded for a meeting. "If I'm the problem we need to talk. If it's not me then let me help you with whatever it is. Don't shut me out . . . " Walt was no longer on the line.

That night when Walt returned home from work a plain white envelope lay in the middle of his bed. Opening it Walt saw it was from Matt. He started to toss it, stopped and read it . . .

Dear Walt -

I'm not sure what has happened. It shouldn't matter. It's your life, and I'm not going to interfere. When you want to talk, let me know. I won't pressure you, shouldn't have this morning. I don't feel that I have in the past.

If I'm wrong, eventually you should let me know, because I don't want to be that way and, if I am, I'd hope my best friend would set me straight.

We're leaving for Europe at the end of next week. I'll call when we get back. If you aren't ready to talk by then, well, again, that's your business. I just don't want to lose touch with you, buddy. You have been and remain a very important part of my life.

See you at the ceremonies.

Friends forever,

Matt (the exasperating one)

There were water marks on the letter that easily might be tear stains. Walt stared at it, slowly read it again. Tears of his own welled in his eyes. He crumpled the letter and tossed it into the waste basket. He looked long and hard at himself in the dresser mirror. Does he like that guy looking back? Did he ever like that guy? Will he . . .

Tossing a big bird in the face of the guy in the mirror, Walt turned and fell sprawling face down on the bed.

"Fuck you, buddy." he told himself. "Fuck the world. As that bitch said in 'Gone With the Wind' -- sorta -- fiddle-de-fuck, tomorrow is another day!"

- o o o -

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