Knots, Book 2

by Elias Scott

Chapter 1

Matt's Reflection on Knots

Andy and I wrote about our freshman year in high school in Knots. We were in our twenties when we wrote it. We're still in our twenties, but a year older. I asked Andy to write his side while I wrote mine. He didn't much like the idea at first because of the knots we tied in our lives that year, but he finally agreed, and by time we got to the end, he was enthusiastic about the project. So we decided to write about the three years that followed that tumultuous freshman year. If you haven't read Knots, you should read it now before continuing with this story. There is sex in this story, but Andy and I both agreed that it wouldn't be gratuitous sex, you know, sex scenes just for the sake of sex scenes. But after all, it was sex that pulled on us like the engine of a fast moving locomotive ready to crash around the next corner.

What follows is the story of our sophomore year in high school as it unfolded the night I had my first taste of sex with another person, Andy. Like I said in Knots, I've always wanted to be in control of my life. I wanted to decide if I was gay or bisexual or what. I didn't want to mark it up to hormones or genes for a decisions I chose to make. The decision I made that night, and the days and nights that followed, were my decisions, but I'm not sure how much control I had over them.


I had my dick in Andy's ass as I moaned and yelled expletives. I'd never had sex before and it was so awesome I wanted to see it go on forever. Andy had already blown me to a climax. Now he was facing me, sitting on my cock, and riding me. I'd always dreamed about running my hand up and down his six pack and tight chest so, I rubbed my hands over them as his ass rose and fell on my cock. My fingers tumbled over the ripples in his stomach. He'd begun to sweat and I could smell his after-shower cologne as I rubbed my fingers over his nipples. The pleasure in my fingers doubled the pleasure I was experiencing with Andy riding my cock.

"Let me turn around," he groaned. He spun around so his back was to me. My cock never left his ass. "I'm going to lay back. Fuck me."

He laid back as I put my hands around his rippled abs and began to pump my cock into his ass. It only took a couple thrusts before I exploded into the condom. I was so relaxed I couldn't move. "Shit Andy, I had no idea," I gasped.

He moved off my cock, removed the condom, tied the end in a knot, and put it under the papers in the small garbage can beside his bed. He sat on my chest with his cock pointing at my lips. "Now it's your turn."

"What do you mean my turn? You're not putting your cock in my ass."

He bent over, kissed me, and then gave me a light slap. "You're getting ahead of yourself. Sex goes both ways. You're not the only one who gets off. You need to suck my cock so I can cum too."

"Oh. Sorry. I was so caught up in all this, that I wasn't thinking. My mind died and only my cock lives." I put my hand around his cock. "I probably won't be any good at this. I've never done it before."

"If you had, I'd be pissed. It would be like you cheated on me." He smiled down at me. "Just don't touch me with your teeth. That's the first rule." He slid forward. "Open up."

I opened my mouth and he slowly pushed his cock in. I closed my lips around it and it felt so alive. I pulled off. "Your cock has a life of its own. I'm not sure why that surprises me."

He gave a small low laugh. "You're right. Now lick the head of that animal."

I licked and sucked on the spongy tip, then went half-way down and gagged. "I'm not sure I can do this."

"Not to worry. He rolled off me and laid on his back. Let's do a 69. You know what that is don't you?"

"Yeah, asshole."

I straddled him as my cock surged to full strength. He grabbed my cock and put it in his mouth. "Do what I do."

This position was a lot easer as I lowered my mouth to Andy's beautiful, big cock. He licked around the head of my dick. I did the same to his. He put his hand around the shaft and moved it up and down as he sucked. I did the same. I copied his every action and was in the wildest of ecstasy having my cock sucked while I sucked that beautiful animal of his. "Shit Andy. I want to do this forever," I panted.

He slapped my ass. "Roll to your side, and remember, you're going to copy everything I do."

We rolled over so we were facing each other. He spit on his fingers, grabbed my ass cheeks, squeezed them, spread them, and put his finger in my hole.

"Oh shit. That feels so damn hot," I gasped.

He gave my ass a light slap. "Okay, your turn."

"No way," I protested. "I'm not sticking my finger in your asshole."

He slapped my ass again. "We have an agreement. You're going to copy everything I do, so stick your finger in my ass. It's all nice and clean."

I grabbed his ass cheeks and squeezed them. They were small enough so I could grab most of each cheek in my hands.

"That's nice, Matt, but I want your finger in my ass."

He massaged my ass cheeks, pulled them apart, and stuck his finger in again. "Now, you do the same."

I spread his cheeks and ran my fingers up and down the crack of his ass. It was hairless and felts so nice as I hunted for his hole. "That's it," he moaned as I rubbed my hand over it.

He sensed the hesitation. "C'mon Matt, it's an asshole, not a mouth. It won't bite. Spit on your fingers. It will help."

"Oh shit. What the hell," I said as I spit on my fingers, reached back around, and slipped my index finger to the outer edge of his hole.

"Put it in, Matt."

I pushed, and the tip of my finger slid right in. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but the inside was warm and smooth.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Would you like to stick your dick in that nice hole?"

Once I had my fingers in and felt the warmth and smoothness of his hole, I suddenly wanted to put my dick in that hot velvety asshole. "I think so."

Andy gave my cock a quick suck. "I tell you what. Let's finish our 69. I'll suck you and you suck me while we finger each other. That makes for an awesome climax."

For the first time in a long time, I felt inferior to Andy. He could have taught a class on gay sex after his sexual marathons with Dillon. I knew nothing, but was surprised how easy it was to learn. It was so unlike what it took to learn to play football or do algebra. I'd gone into this night to help Andy get over his loss of Dillon and to comfort him, but I was beginning to think there might be some unintended consequences. Because right then, I wanted to have sex every moment of every day, and it had nothing to do with my love for Andy.

I took my mouth off his cock. "Let's stay home for the rest of the week. We have a bye this week so we don't have to prepare for a game. We can start fresh on Monday. I think our parents and coaches'll understand.

He came off me. "Great idea. I don't know why I didn't think of that. We can do this all week."

"That's just what I was thinking." It was then I noticed the sun was coming up. I glanced at the clock. It was 7:00. "I know we agreed that I'd copy everything you did, but I think my ass is going to have to wait a bit for your fine cock. The sun's up." We hadn't slept all night. "We need to get up and set the whole thing up with our parents before they head for work."

Andy grinned. "Like I said before, I've created a monster and I love it.

The idea of staying home and fooling around for a week motivated us so much that we stopped what we were doing, lay beside each other, and jacked off until we came.

Andy and I got dressed and when we opened the door to his bedroom, we could smell breakfast cooking. We both had short hair for football so while our eyes may have been red, we didn't have wild looking hair to let his parents know what a crazy night we'd had.

Mrs. Gibson held the frying pan up. "Good morning, sleepyheads. Eggs are ready." She pushed the eggs onto our plates as Andy and I sat down. "How was your night? I heard Andy crying for a long time. I'm glad you are here for him, Matt."

Andy looked at me. "It was a rough night. Matt and I were talking about it and I think I should stay home for the rest of the week and go back on Monday. What do you think?"

Andy's dad took a sip of his coffee. "We told you to take your time. If that's what you think you need, then it's fine with us. We'd like Matt to stay with you, if that's okay?"

Andy knew they were worried about him doing something terrible to himself, but those thoughts had been quelled after the night we had. Of course, they didn't know that, and I wasn't sure if it was short-lived or not. But spending the week together fucking our brains out would help for sure.

I took a bite of my eggs and set the fork down. "Mr. Gibson, would you call my parents and ask if it's okay for me to spend the week with Andy? I'm sure they'll say yes, but it would be better if you called first."

He took out his cell phone right on the spot, explained the situation to them, and said it would help Andy having his best friend with him through the week. He nodded at me.

"Tell them I'll be home to pick up some clothes."

He did. Andy and I smiled at each other.

He finished the call and held the phone up in my direction. "Your dad was already on his way to work. Your mom'll be home."

We finished breakfast, I gave Andy a hug, thanked the Gibsons for breakfast, and headed out the door.

My mom had a concerned look on her face when I came in. "How was your night?"

I gave her a sad look. "Andy cried a lot."

She motioned for me to sit at the kitchen table as she grabbed a cup of coffee and sat across from me. I stared out the window. She rapped on the table. "Mom to Matt."

"Sorry, Mom. I was just thinking how terrible it's going to be, not just for Andy, but for me too. Being a rape victim isn't what I'd call something everyone'll ignore. I need time just like Andy."

I felt a little guilty saying that. Part of what I said was true, but it was the sex for the rest of the week that was really on my mind. My feeling was that we were going to have to take a lot of shit at school, so why not make the best of it and fuck all week.

She sipped her coffee. "Your dad and I talked last night and we both agree that you'll need time too. You don't have a football game this week so it's good. But we don't like you missing a week of school."

I shrugged. "It's only four days. Gina can bring my work home. She's in most of my classes."

"It's okay for this week. But we have to do our best to get things somewhat back to normal by Monday."

"Okay, Mom. Andy needs to have someone with him the next few days that understands the situation. Everything should be fine by Monday. Well, maybe not fine, but we should be mentally ready to take all the stuff they're going to dish out."

She smiled. "It may not be as bad as you expect. Think positive."

"I will. Gotta go," I said as I went to my room to pack a few things.

Andy's parents had left for work by time I got back to his house. We stripped in Andy's bedroom and headed for the shower. Our cocks were already hard. The thought of the water making our bodies smooth as I ran my hands all over Andy's tight body made my insides feel like I'd just jumped out of an airplane.

Andy turned on the water, threw in a couple condoms and a tube of lube, stepped into his parent's large tiled shower, grabbed my arm, and pulled me in. "Guess I'll have to fuck you in the shower."

I gave him a pleading look. "Can I fuck you again before your fuck me?

He smiled. "You'll have to rim my ass first."

At that point, I was willing to do anything to get my cock back in his ass. I wanted to fuck him from behind while we stood in the shower so I could rub my hands up and down his lathered chest and stomach. He was right. He created a monster. I'd become a Jekyll and Hyde. Here was Matt Spence, the good boy, the solid-as-a-rock quarterback of the JV football team, gone wild in what was going to be one long two-man sex orgy. My dick was so hard and I was so horny I was willing to do anything Andy wanted. He was becoming my Dillon, but I didn't realize it then. I moved Andy so the water ran down his back. I lathered between his cheeks, enjoying every minute of the feel of them in my hands. I rinsed, spread his cheeks, looked at that beautiful clean hole (and that is something I thought I'd never say or think) as I put my tongue to it and licked it as Andy groaned. "Oh shit, Matt. That feels so good. Don't stop."

All the time I'm licking, I'm thinking, this hole is going to belong to my dick. Suddenly, I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. I was looking down at this baby faced fifteen year-old boy with a boy's ass cheeks spread wide, licking his hole and relishing it like he was licking an ice cream cone. Andy's groans gave me confidence, so I licked all around his asshole. I kissed his ass cheeks and then went back to his hole and licked every bit of it before shoving my tongue in and out. You'd almost think I'd been doing this for years. Andy screamed in ecstasy.

He didn't want me to stop but I finally said, "Sorry, Andy, but my cock can't wait any longer."

I stood up behind him, grabbed one of the condoms, put it on, lubed it, found his hole, and slid in slowly. Once in, I put my right hand on his chest and my left on his abs while I started to pump slowly and build up speed. Andy had done all the work the first time, but now I was into it like an animal in heat.

"Give it to me, Matt. Fuck me harder."

My speed and rhythm increased. He and I were both yelling expletives. I lifted Andy up so he rode my cock which was so hard I thought the skin or condom would break. I set him down and slowed so I could run my fingers up and down on his slick abs. If my fingers were cocks, they would have all had an orgasm of their own. Once my fingers were satisfied, I began to thrust again with a speed and intensity I never knew I had. "Fuck, Andy," I yelled. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum."

"Me too."

He started to yell and I felt his prostate pulsating on my cock which was so close to orgasm that it set me off and I'm screaming, "Fuck. Oh fuck, Andy. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Shit. Fuck. I've never felt anything like this."

My previous orgasms were fives and this one was a ten. My cock rested inside him. I rubbed my fingers up and down his abs and chest. "I've wanted to touch these ever since the day Emily touched your stomach. Your body's so awesome

He didn't move or say anything for a few seconds. Then he turned his head back and kissed me. "Do you know anyone by the name of Dillon?"

"Can't say that I do."

Andy pulled off my cock and turned to face me. He pulled me in tight as our stomachs and chests fondled each other. "Rumor has it that he's in jail getting fucked by the inmates."

I kissed Andy with a deep tonguing before saying, "You know, I think I heard the same thing."

He smiled. "Matt, you almost made me forget that asshole."

I sucked his nipples, then ran my tongue up and down his abs. My tongue pulsed in orgasmic bliss. "I love your body, Andy. I've wanted to rub my hands all over you for as long as I can remember."

He grabbed my ass cheeks. "And I wanted a piece of this for as long as I can remember. And now I plan to have it. Are you ready?"

"Shit, Andy. I'm worn out, aren't you?"

"Yeah, but I've been hungering for your ass for so long, that my dick is already getting hard just thinking about it."

I stood under the showerhead. "I'm not sure if I'm ready."

He pushed in next to me, turned me around, and kissed down my back to my ass. He spread my cheeks and began to lick my hole and it felt so damn good that I was ready to have him do anything he wanted with me.

He put one finger in and it felt so awesome. He put in two, and it still felt awesome as I moaned. "Shit, whoever thought so much pleasure could be hidden in an asshole?"

Andy laughed. "Whoever thought a guy could get as much pleasure getting his ass licked and fucked as a girl can getting her pussy licked and fucked?" He paused. "Relax, Matt, you're going to enjoy this."

He stuck his tongue in my hole and then put his fingers back in. He put his ear next to my ass. "You know what, Matt? Your asshole is calling me. Do you hear it?" He gave an eerie moan that echoed in the shower. "Andy, I want your dick inside me. Please fuck me. I need it now. Fuck me." He looked up. "Didn't you hear that?"

I turned my head and looked down at him. "Are you crazy? Assholes don't talk."

He spread my cheeks wide and put his ear there again. "I hear it Matt. It's calling my name."

"Well, what the fuck. I can't hear it, but I'm beginning to feel the vibration of that voice inside my ass. Maybe it's time. You'll stop if I ask you too, right?"

"Of course. I want you to enjoy this so your asshole will be calling my name all the time. It will be saying, "Andy, I want your cock. Please. Oh please, give me your cock."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, I'm ready."

He stood up straight, slipped a condom on, lubed it and my ass, and put the tip of his cock at the entrance of my virgin hole. "That's not so bad," I said.

"You haven't felt nothin yet."

"Push out a little like you're going to take a shit. My cock can answer the call a lot easier."

I pushed, and the head of his cock easily slipped inside. "That feels good. I thought it would hurt."

"Don't get too excited yet."

He started to push again. My asshole may have been calling for Andy's cock to enter its chambers, but its anal walls were doing their best to fight off the intruder.

"I'm going to push. Tell me when it hurts and I'll stop."

He pushed again.


"The first time Dillon fucked me he told me he was going to park his cock while we waited for my hole to expand. I told him he had to pay for parking."

I shook my head and laughed. "Sounds like you. What did you charge?"

"A kiss."

I turned my head back toward him. "I'm charging the same price."

He kissed me and licked my whole mouth as our tongues slashed at one another.

He gave me a quick pinch on the cheek. "Okay, parking's over."

He pushed again and there was a little less resistance, but I had to ask him to stop and park again. We did this a couple times, until suddenly his dick burst to the hilt. I felt so full of him. It gave me a feeling of oneness with him. "I'm glad that cock of yours answered the call."

He pulled his cock out and lubed it and my ass again. He pushed it in slowly before beginning a slow thrusting in and out. He picked up speed, and as he did, I felt his cock fill and empty me as it rubbed against my prostate. My cock had been limp when he first entered me, but the feel of his cock massaging my insides caused it to come to life again. Pleasure began to fill not only my ass, but my whole body. "Fuck, Andy. I thought everything else was awesome, but this is even better. It feels like you and I are one. It feels so fucking good. Ram your cock into me, Andy. Make my ass call your name. Give it to me. Give it to me. Fuck my brains out."

I couldn't believe these words were coming out of my mouth. What was happening to me? I never wanted it to end and the thought that we still had five or six more days of this brought a smile to my face.

Andy reached around and began jacking me as he fucked me. He slowed and sped up on both sides of my mid-section, gauging my reaction. "I want us to cum together again. It's the best. I'll let you know when I'm close. Jack yourself slowly and bring yourself to the edge. Then don't touch that beautiful piece of meat, you know, the one that is smaller than mine, but is still a beauty to behold."

I did as he said and soon he was moaning, "Fuck, Matt. I'm going to cum Grab your cock. I did and just like that my orgasm began and within a second Andy's dick pulsed in my ass.

I gasped. "Shit, Andy. It's another ten. Pretty soon there won't be anything to look forward to."

He put his arms around me and pulled me close. "With sex, there's always another ten in your future."

"I hope so," I panted, as I put my back against the shower wall and slid to the floor.

Andy slid down beside me. He kissed me and then lay on the floor of the shower. He motioned to me. "Come lay beside me."

I did. We laid there for maybe ten minutes with the warm water massaging our bodies. "Andy, I can't help it, but I love you."

"Me too," he said as if it was an obligation.

I pulled him close. "You don't sound like you mean it."

The sound of the water echoed as it hit our bodies and the floor of the shower.

"Matt, I'm afraid my ability to love is locked somewhere inside, and I can't get it out. What we have here is special, but there's still an emptiness that can't be filled no matter how many times we do this. I don't want it to happen to you."

I put my hand on his chest. "You still have a heart in there. Who would tell his best friend that he was afraid he might lose his ability to love? Who would care that much except someone who loves? The fact you don't want it to happen to me tells me you love me."

"I do, Matt. But it's a cold love inside me. You know the passion and heat you feel when we're fucking? I don't have that except during those times. Don't let that happen to you."

He stood and I followed. His lips kissed me gently as he hung his head and stepped out of the shower. We dried off in silence and headed to his room.

He fell onto the bed naked and I joined him. I put my arms around him and pulled him in tight, as exhaustion crawled over us and we fell asleep. We slept through the afternoon and were still in each other's arms when we heard a car pulling into the driveway.

Chapter Quote: Without reflection, we go blindly on our way, creating more unintended consequences, and failing to achieve anything useful. -- Margaret J. Wheatley

Talk about this story on our forum

Authors deserve your feedback. It's the only payment they get. If you go to the top of the page you will find the author's name. Click that and you can email the author easily.* Please take a few moments, if you liked the story, to say so.

[For those who use webmail, or whose regular email client opens when they want to use webmail instead: Please right click the author's name. A menu will open in which you can copy the email address to paste into your webmail system (Hotmail, Gmail, Yahoo etc). Each browser is subtly different, each Webmail system is different, or we'd give fuller instructions here. We trust you to know how to use your own system. Note: If the email address pastes or arrives with %40 in the middle, replace that weird set of characters with an @ sign.]

* Some browsers may require a right click instead