Backdoor Slider - A Love Story

by Joe L

Chapter 35

I can't stop smiling and I'm trying not to giggle. It's the last day of final exams and I'm bubbling in the last few answers of my last final. It's over! Now, Luke and I are about to start our "summer of love" by which we mean "summer of hot sex all day and all night". I've been thinking about it all day, and therefore, trying to position my boner so that it's not too noticeable. I shouldn't have worn exercise shorts to school. I feel like I'm about to have sex for the first time, only I'm not so nervous this time.

I didn't see Luke yesterday after school. I knew his Algebra final was today, and he really needed to study for it. I probably would've kept him from studying if I was around, so I pretended I needed to study, even though I really didn't. Damn, I miss him. I run across campus to the parking lot. I figure that running at full sprint won't look too out of place on the last day of school. They'll think I'm just a kid who's happy that school is over and summer vacation is here. I see him off in the distance, leaning up against my car as he always does. I can see his sexy smile, even though his face just looks like a dot from where he comes into view. I continue to run as fast as I can. I want him to know I'm really starved for him, as if he didn't know already. I run up to the car at full speed and almost slam my body into the driver's side door, panting and breathing. I hold my breath, and look over at Luke with a nonchalant expression.

"Hey," I say as cool and calm as I can, and we both bust up as we jump in the car.

"G, if I don't kiss you soon, I'm gonna explode," he says as we peel out of the parking lot for the last time as sophomores.

"I'll probably make you explode if I kiss you, anyway. When was the last time you came?"

"Ummm... I finished my Algebra final early, and I went to the bathroom and jerked off." We laugh for a minute.

"Didn't you remember that we're going to have some hot sex after school today?"

"Ohhhh yeahhhhhh," he nods. "Well, I think I may have another load or two in me." He grabs his dick, which I can see through his shorts is as hard as mine. "Weren't you horny as hell today? I couldn't stand it and had to jerk one out."

"Yeah, but I guess I'm just not as brave as you. Plus, it's kinda cool to shoot a huge load that I've been building up all day and it feels SO good to finally let it out."

"You're a stronger man than I," he sighs.

"So what do you wanna do?" I smile and look over at him out of the corner of my eye.

"Everything... anything." He leans back and closes his eyes. "I just wanna grab you and kiss you and see where things go after that." He opens his eyes with a start and looks around to see if he can sneak a kiss. I notice that we're in a good spot now, and lean over to meet him half way for a peck. Our lips meet for a quick, sweet kiss, but when I pull back he grabs the back of my neck for a hornier, forceful smooch. I try to get my eyes back on the road somehow, but enjoy his tongue for a second.

"Shit! One day, I AM really gonna drive off the road!" I say, trying not to laugh.

"I'm so sorry," he says sarcastically. "So what do you want to do?"

"Well, I was thinkin'…," I don't know why I get embarrassed talking about it, but sometimes I get all red faced and giggly. "We could 69 for a while, but instead of trying to go as fast as we possibly can, we try to last as long as we can." I don't really think we'll be able to last very long as horny as we both are. I just want him to squirt a hot load in my mouth. I lick my lips just thinking about it.

"That sounds fuckin' hot, G." he reaches over to give my dick a squeeze. "Your dick and I could use some quality time together. We're really tight. We're like BFF's."

"Oh really?" I can't stop giggling.

"Yep. When we're down having a good time together, and I'm making him feel REALLY good, he likes to tell me secrets about you."

"Oh yeah, such as?"

"The other day, he told me that you rubbed him up and down while you were smelling my socks!"

"You promised not to tell!" I yell down at my crotch.

"Then, he told me that you rubbed him up and down while you were thinking about that security guard dude from the hospital parking garage!"

"Lies! All lies!" I protest. "Mr. Neck Tattoo isn't exactly my type."

"So what IS your type?" He asks, wanting to hear something lovey-dovey.

"I don't really care about the face, as long as she's got big tits and a big, sloppy pussy, I'm game." That really gets him, but he resists the urge to tickle my ribs.

"I really will make you drive off the road if you say that again!" He finally gets himself under control. "So tell me your type."

"Hmmm, my type..." I look straight forward to the road and use my memory to describe him without peeking. "First, I really like when guys wear black cross-trainers, with little black no-shows peeking out around the ankles. The shoes need to be kinda tight so that those feet work up a nice sexy smell for me. I like nice, long, muscular legs… kinda hairy, but not too hairy… hairy like a hot 16-year-old jock boy." I want to look over at him, but I keep going. "I really like it when dudes wear those long, black basketball shorts. They're really sexy, and they're really easy to get out of when you're horny and ready to go. I also really like it when the guy's dick leaks a lot of precum when he's thinking about fucking me. I can usually smell it through his basketball shorts. It smells so hot and sexy and sweaty and salty."

"Mmmmmmm," he moans. I know I'm getting to him.

"I really like dudes that wear those oversized tank tops. You know, the ones with the huge armholes on the sides. They like for you to catch a glimpse of their sexy pecs and abs when they're walking around. Plus, those tanks leave his ribs WIDE OPEN FOR TICKLING!" I yell as I get in a really good rib poke before he can recover from his horny stupor.

"You FUCKER!" he yells, as he realizes he can't retaliate and tickle the driver. "You can smell my dick and my precum?" he asks.

"Only when my head is right up against your crotch. I think you're safe at school."


"Anyway?" I ask.

"Anyway, you were SAYING?"

"Oh yeah. He's gotta have this super sexy hair. The kind you love to run your fingers through. The kind of hair that is totally sexy no matter what. You know, sexy when he really puts some effort into fixing it, but sexy when he wakes up first thing in the morning, and sexy when it's sopping wet from the shower or the pool, and sexy when it's all sweaty and mashed down from some kind of athletic hat or helmet. Then he's gotta have these awesome, piercing eyes. The kind of eyes that look like they're saying 'I wanna fuck you all night long', but when you really look at them up close, they're really saying, 'I can't BELIEVE how much I love you'." We finally pull into his apartment complex, and I park in my usual spot. "Then, there's the lips. He's gotta have these lips that you could just kiss for hours, but they also have to be able to suck a good cock–"

"Get your HOT ASS out of this car and up those stairs!" He finally gets revenge on my ribs as the car is parked, and I scramble to get out of the car in hysterics. Luke reaches for his backpack in the backseat.

"Just leave it! You won't be needing that anymore," I say as I run past him and up the stairs. We're finally here, and my heart is beating out of my chest. He quickly catches up as I open the front door with my key.

"Ohhhh G," he moans as we finally get inside his apartment and shut the front door. I quickly wrap my arms around the back of his neck, jump on him, and wrap my legs around his waist. He grunts as he positions himself to take on the extra weight. When he becomes steady, he embraces me and brings my head in for our long-awaited kiss. We both giggle and moan as we finally get to taste each other's tongues and get to what we've been thinking about since... since I was last at his apartment, yesterday morning. He starts to carry me to his bedroom, as I'm in total bliss slowly making out with him. I just continue to run my fingers through his hair and let him do all the work of getting us to his bed. Eventually, I feel his mattress against my back as he lowers me down and lies on top of me. I can't stop kissing him and running my fingers repeatedly through his hair. My little description of "my type" really got me going, too. He finally breaks the kiss and pulls his head up, slightly. I look up at him like a baby that's had his bottle taken away.

"You ready to suck some dick?" he whispers.

"Uh huh," I say without thinking. I still feel like I'm in a daze from that amazing kiss. He spins around, and suddenly his black basketball shorts are right in my face. I feel his mouth already around my dick as I fumble with his waistband. It doesn't take long for his dick to pop out and hit me in the face. It feels rock hard and blazing hot, so I know I'd better be careful or we'll beat our 69ing time record. All I can do is kiss it all over, and lick up the precum that's oozed out. Not too bad, I think, as I immediately get into it.

I look down at Luke, who has his nose buried in my pubes again. I'm glad I trimmed them the other day. The head of my dick is somewhere near his throat, and he's just massaging the base of my shaft with his lips, enjoying the sensations and trying not to make me cum. He looks like he's enjoying sucking dick as much as I do. I'd better not look down there too long, it's so fucking hot to watch him loving my dick.

I go back to kissing and licking his cockhead. I slide the tip in my mouth and see how much slow sucking I can manage without bringing him to orgasm. I hear him immediately start to moan, so I back off. In a minute or so, I try it again. The moan starts again just like the last time. I look down at him, finding his face still in ecstasy. I go in for another suck, expecting to hear the moan, and he doesn't disappoint. I start to giggle, and he looks up at me. The sight of him smiling and tonguing my dick immediately sends me over the edge. Well, we must've lasted about ten minutes… not too shabby!

I start really going after it, sucking hard and sliding my tongue right over his sweet spot as the bottom half of my body loses control. Ahh, this is so hot and perfect. The timing is right on as his dick explodes in my mouth. We both end up with our arms wrapped around the other's waist, as we both thrust our hips through our orgasms, fucking each other's mouths. It couldn't taste any better as I chug it down. What a perfect start to a perfect summer.

Luke eventually pulls himself back up to the pillow and kisses me on the forehead.

"You wanna take a little nap?" he asks, stroking my face.

"Mmmm... I think I just wanna kiss you for about four hours, if that's all right." He chuckles and gives me a sweet kiss with a cummy aftertaste. I love those.

"Now that I've got you in a good mood, there's something I have to tell you," he says, now running his hands through my short hair.

"Ugh, what is it now? You're not going to hit me again, are you?"

"No, but that reminds me. I had a nightmare the other night, and when I woke up, I just gently kissed you, wrapped my arms around you and fell back asleep."

"I felt that. You really had just woken up from a nightmare?"


"Wow, that's progress. Maybe someday soon, you'll stop having them altogether."

"I hope so."

"So just tell me what you have to tell me, so we can get on to more good stuff."

"Umm... Please don't be mad... I kinda... have to go to summer school. I got an F in English this semester."

"You're kidding me," I say. I know he's not kidding, but I don't know what to say.

"No, I'm really sorry, G. But we can still have a totally awesome summer. I'll just have to go to school from 8:00 till 12:30, and we can still spend all afternoon and night together."

"You failed English? But you speak English! How did this happen?" I sit up in bed, incredulous.

"I don't wanna talk about it. It just happened."

"You have to tell me these kinds of things. Did you just get a bunch of F's on papers and tests or did you just not turn things in?" I realize I'm sounding a little bit bitchy, so I rub his arm. "Uhh, sorry."

"Ugghh," he groans and hides his face in his hands. "No... I totally had my grade solid... like a B, or a C+ at worst. I wasn't even worried about that class. But then we had to read a book and do a fucking book report."

"What book?"

"The Great Gatsby."

"You never even told me you had to read that."

"I didn't read it. It was the longest fucking book I've ever been assigned to read. Every time I sat down to start it, I just read the same sentence over and over, and I just couldn't do it. I couldn't even get started, and with all my other shit that I had to do, I just quit trying. The due date snuck up on me, so I just wrote my report from what was posted on Wikipedia."

"Oh man," I slap my forehead.

"Apparently, Wikipedia is Mr. Asshole Palmer's biggest pet peeve. He compares all papers to what's posted there and knew right off that I got my info from there. He didn't even tell me until today. He even made me take his fucking final when he knew he was going to flunk me!"

"Teachers aren't as stupid as you think."

"I know. I'm the stupid one."

"Oh shit!" A terrible thought just occurs to me. "What does that mean for the playoffs?"

"It goes down as cheating. I'm off the team until next year."

"Ohhhhhh no!" I want to smack him. He really let the team down. They have no shot without him. Plus, he won't be coming home for sex in his sweaty uniform.

"It is what it is. I'll go to summer school, get caught up, and move on with my life."

"I don't think you're as horrified by this as you should be. What about the team? They really rallied around you when I got kicked off the team, and you let them down."

"I KNOW! I KNOW! G, please! I'm going to get my ass kicked up and down the street by my mom. I'm really going to need some love and support from you."

"Your mom! Oh shit! She's going to kick my ass right after yours! I promised her that your grades wouldn't suffer from our relationship. I wanted to keep on top of your homework, but I didn't want to embarrass you."

"THANKS for not EMBARRASSING me." He finally starts to get defensive, which irritates me even more.

"You don't know how fucking LUCKY you are. You're going to get a fucking free education just for doing what you love to do most, play baseball... and all you have to do is put forth the tiniest amount of effort and not cheat. You've got to wake up and pull your head out of your ass." He gets up and storms out of the room.

"If you've got any more lecturing to do, just text it to me. I'm getting in the shower." He heads down the hall and slams the bathroom door.

"You want me to leave?" I call out, following him down the hall.

"I got stuff to do," he yells, then immediately turns on the water so he can't hear me.

Fine. It's probably better that I do leave. It'll give him time to think about how bad this really is. Plus, I don't want to be around when Denise gets home.

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