Backdoor Slider - A Love Story
by Joe L
I'm on my way to Luke's with my heart in my throat. I haven't been able to catch my breath since he said he'd have to think of a way to repay me for saving his perfect game. Did he really say that or did I just imagine it? It can't be what I've been hoping and longing for. He must've meant something else. He's going to make me dinner: grilled chicken and brown rice, like we've been eating all the time since our workout regimen began. Hoo-ray. Maybe he'll do something stupid like give me a baseball with his autograph on it. "To Garrett. Best wishes. Luke Olson". I wouldn't put it past him. He thinks he's so funny... and he is. He cracks me up all the time.
Oh man, we're going to be all alone. Of course, this is Wednesday, the night his mom volunteers at the shelter. She'll be home in time for Idol, but we'll have the rest of the afternoon and evening to ourselves. Luke lives with his mom. His parents are divorced and estranged. He doesn't have much contact with his dad. It never really seems to bother him, though.
I have to pull it together. It's just Luke. I'm hitting every green light, of course. I'll be to his apartment in no time. I need to clear my head... and I can't let myself stare and fantasize tonight. It has to be all about him and the perfect game.
I pull into his apartment complex. Damn, I need more time. No, I just need to go get it over with. As soon as I see what he's planned to do, everything will be fine and we can just hang out like usual. Still, I have a lump in my throat, my forehead is wet with sweat and my mouth is dry.
I knock on Luke's door and he answers in a few seconds. He's wearing his old Chicago Cubs t-shirt, gray sweat shorts and black no-show socks. I love that Cubs t-shirt. It's old and the seams in the shoulders are slightly ripped, revealing his tan delts. He looks amazing, as usual.
"Hey man," he mutters. He leans in to give me an awkward hug and I panic. We don't usually hug. I can't even remember the last time. After some awkward shifting and positioning, I'm able to pat him nervously on the shoulder a couple of times.
I try to get out a "hey," but all that escapes my dry mouth is a grunt. This is going so well.
"Your face okay?" he asks, looking at my bandage.
"Ya, it's just a scrape. I put some Neosporin on it, and it'll be fine in a few days. It doesn't hurt or anything." My ability to speak has amazingly returned.
"That's cool. Do you want something to drink?" he asks as he turns from the door.
"Yeah, I'll take a bottle of water. My mouth is kinda dry."
We sit down in his living room, drink our water and watch TV. Some stupid courtroom show with a loud judge is on. I don't feel like I can bring anything up, so I wait for him to talk. He isn't saying anything, either. I'll just keep drinking my water… commercial time.
"That was pretty amazing out there today, huh?" A big smile appears on his face. He sounds nervous, which makes me tense up even more.
"I'm not surprised. I knew it would happen sooner or later. You just needed to put it all together in one game." I'm amazed how nonchalant I sound.
"Well, I couldn't have done it without you," he says quietly.
"Clearly." We both chuckle. That breaks the tension a little.
"Seriously… I had nothing left. If he woulda fouled that ball off or you wouldn't have caught it, I'd have pulled myself from the game."
"No, you wouldn't have."
"Yeah, you're right," he smiles adorably.
"I know you, dude." I smile and then have to turn away as I feel myself blush.
"So are you ready for your present?" he asks with more confidence in his voice.
"Sure. Lay it on me," I yawn as I try to sound as uninterested as possible.
"I'm gonna give you a back rub. Get down on the floor." Oh shit. I can't handle this at all.
"No, no, I'm fine… you don't have to do that… I feel fine," I stammer, feeling my face flush even more.
"I'm not taking 'no' for an answer." He really does sound serious. "Down on the floor."
My face must be fire-red by now. The only way to hide it is to get down on the floor and lay on my stomach. I can get through this. How do I avoid getting a boner? Maybe my nervousness will help. Hell, I'm sixteen. It's not like I can control it, especially around Luke. What is it that they say? Think of baseball. No, that's certainly not going to help in this situation. Maybe I should think of girls' softball. That might do the trick. I hear him squirt some kind of lotion into his hands. He climbs on top of me and sits on the back of my thighs.
The second his hands touch my back, I know I'm in big trouble. The problem won't be avoiding a boner. It'll be to keep from cumming on the carpet. His hands are so warm and creamy and sexy as they move around on my back. Just the knowledge that his hands are on my body is almost enough to bring me to orgasm. His movements are so slow and methodical, rubbing each of my muscle groups. He slips his hands down over my ribs and a jolt runs through my whole body. I'm very ticklish, and he knows that.
"Quit, fucker! That tickles!" I manage to gasp.
"Sorry man," he laughs.
He keeps going, very firmly and very slowly... up to my shoulders and then all the way down to the top of my crack. My dick is so hard; I could probably do a push-up without using my arms. I try my best to stifle my moans by biting my lip and holding my breath, but every once in a while, one escapes in a low, soft, pleasure-filled sigh. I don't know when he's going to quit, but I don't think I can last much longer. I try to think of an excuse to get up… but now, I can hear him grunting and sighing, too. He lightly moves his hands back over my ribs, and another jolt shoots through my body.
"Uhh... Luke?" I manage to force out the words. He doesn't stop. From my ribs, he slides his hands under my chest and starts rubbing my pecs. The sensation causes me to arch my back. I can feel my dick throbbing. I collapse back to the floor. Is this really happening? His hands start to move down from my pecs towards my stomach. Suddenly, I feel his chest pressed up against my back and his chin on my left shoulder. Finally, he lowers the rest of his body on top of me, nuzzles my earlobe with his nose and exhales right into my ear. Holy shit! I'm paralyzed and I can't breathe.
"Mmmmmm," he moans right in my ear as he settles in on top of me, continuing to rub his hands down my front. He creeps down to my abs… but the shock of his body on top of me makes me unable to do anything. Then I feel his hard-on poking me in the small of my back. This shocks me out of my paralysis and I'm finally able to call out.
"Shit, Luke!" I shout and then choke on the words, spitting onto the carpet. He jumps off of me and lifts himself up to sit back on the couch. I look over at him, and I can see that he has a huge hard-on with a big precum spot right at the knob of his bulge. I look up at his face to see him smiling at me. He wiggles his eyebrows as he looks down at my crotch. I then realize that my dick has popped out of the waistband of my nylon gym shorts. I shake my head as I feel like I'm about to faint. I don't know what to say.
"You asshole !" is what I hear myself croak as I scramble to my feet. He continues to grin at me as he stares straight into my eyes. I don't remember how I got on the couch, but suddenly I find myself sitting on his lap, straddling him, face to face, our lips just inches apart. He doesn't break his gaze and just looks up at me with that sexy smile. I feel like I've left my body. This can't be happening. I put both of my hands around his face and begin caressing his cheek with my thumb. I notice how hot his hair looks and indulge my fantasy of running my fingers through his hair. His hands are rubbing my sides, and back, then down to squeeze my ass. I can't stop doing what I'm doing. I'm in disbelief and I feel like I need to keep touching his face and hair to convince myself that this whole thing is really happening. Finally, he moves his hands up to the back of my neck and starts pulling me in.
" C'mon, man ," he whispers as he brings my lips the final few inches to his open mouth. As our lips meet, his warm tongue enters my mouth and my body begins to quake. I moan as I press my mouth as far into his as it will go. I wrap my arms around his body as tight as I can, and he quickly does the same. I can't help that my tongue is sloppily lapping at his mouth like a dog dying of thirst… it's like it has a mind of its own right now. I never want to break this lip-lock. I don't know how I could ever match this feeling of perfection. I'm in such deep concentration on the kiss that I hadn't realized that I've been undulating my hips and humping him as we make out. With all that has built up in me from the massage, I know I'm about to pop… but there's no turning back now. I just let myself go and keep my mouth planted on his. It becomes harder and harder to maintain the kiss as I come closer to eruption. I finally jerk my head back and scream out with the first squirt.
"Ahh, yeah," Luke whispers as he switches to kissing my neck as more and more spurts shoot out of my dick. I feel like I have no control over my body for the first time in my life. I never knew that the difference between a real sexual release and jerking off could be so huge.
After what seems like a million squirts, I slowly release my embrace and roll to his side. I end up sitting on the couch next to him with my head craned back as I stare at the ceiling. I pant noisily as I try to refill my lungs with air. I feel embarrassed at what I just did, but I can't help but glance over at Luke to see what he's doing. I see him looking down at his Cubs t-shirt with his sexy smile, and I notice that his shirt is completely sprayed with my cum. Oh shit… I gushed it all over him! I must not have put my dick back in my shorts before I climbed on top of him.
"Wow! Get turned on much?" He laughs as he realizes that I see my handiwork.
"I guess that's why people do it naked." I say between deep breaths.
I wonder how long I was kissing him. It could've been a minute or it could've been an hour. It felt so good, so it was probably closer to a minute. I'll be able to stretch it out in my mind as I relive each millisecond every time I jerk off.
We're both silent for a while. Neither of us knows what to say, but we both keep trying to catch our breath. Finally, I can't stand it anymore.
"So, what the fuck ?" I huff. It comes out a little more angrily than I had intended.
"What?" he asks innocently.
"What does this mean?"
"Uhh, I think it means we finally broke through the fear and the bullshit," he gives me the same smile as earlier.
"So you're actually gay? This isn't some one-time 'thanks for making the catch' thing?"
"Yeah, I like dudes. I mean, I like you. I like you a lot and I hope it's not just a one-time thing."
"Holy SHIT ! I had no idea. I always thought there was no chance you were gay."
"Duh, did you ever see me out fucking girls? I'm always with you, dummy."
"I just thought you didn't want the distraction from your training schedule."
" Dude! " he just laughs.
"So how long have you known... about me?" I ask.
"Pretty soon after we seriously started working out."
"Jesus, that's about when I figured it out for myself! Why did you wait so long? And why didn't you just TELL ME instead of torturing me with this back rub bullshit?"
"I kinda like to see you squirm. It turns me on," he giggles. "But seriously, I was, ya know… scared. I love our friendship, and having you as my workout buddy is really helping me meet my goals. Our results are really showing and my pitching is only getting better. I've been afraid that by doing this, everything would change, or that I might lose you as a buddy." I try to process the information. None of it has ever occurred to me as a possibility.
"So why now?" I ask after a long pause.
"Uhh… do you remember what happened today? I still can't believe it."
"What, your perfect game?"
"No, it was your catch! That fucking amazing catch! Imagine me digging you for a long time and knowing you're into me. Then I throw that cheese right over the plate, and I know that fat fuck has ruined my perfect game. I turn towards you just in time to see you fucking flying . You were completely horizontal and completely stretched out. You wanted that ball so bad, and you got it… and you got me . Then you got up and looked at me." His voice cracks as he relives the emotion.
"Yeah, that was intense," I smile over at him.
"You looked at me with such... ya know …. I could see in your eyes how happy you were that you made that catch for me. I could see that I was really missing out on something great by keeping things the way they were. Plus, I knew you'd never make a move, you doof."
"Wow," is all I can say. I lean in for another kiss, but much more soft and gentle this time. His lips are soft and yielding, but I can still feel the passion emanating from them. Again, I can't keep from working my fingers through his hair and around the back of his neck. I pull back to reach for my water bottle as I realize I'm dying of thirst.
"Hey, aren't you forgetting something?" he asks.
"I'll give you a hint. It has something to do with your cum being all over me and mine being nowhere to be found." I look down at his Cubs shirt again and notice the precum spot on his shorts has gotten a lot bigger. I look back at his shirt and marvel at how all of that came out of me.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry! Some first time... I kiss you for thirty seconds, cum all over you and roll off without a second thought," we laugh as we lock eyes.
"No worries, my man. Don't think of this as the first time . We're going to have a lot of first times doing a lot of really awesome stuff. We'll just think back on this as the first time you jizzed all over my t-shirt." It's amazing how he can put me so at ease. He couldn't have said anything that would have made me feel better than that.
"Ok, well, I have an idea," I say. "Let's go put on our baseball unis."
His sexy smile returns.
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