Knots 2 - 17. Chapter 17

Author’s Note: My house was broken into while I was visiting my children and grandchildren so it has caused a miserable week trying to get things taken care of. I hate to disappoint my readers so have written part of the chapter here and will post the rest as soon as I can. I hate to leave you hanging when you have probably been anticipating this chapter for some time.

Matt

I was miserable when I got back from my date with Gina. What was I going to tell her? Or when was I going to tell her about Andy and me? I began to have second thoughts about Thomas and Randy, but my dick betrayed me and got hard just thinking about it.

It was a sleepless night. Part of the night I thought of Gina and me in the park and the rest of the night I was thinking about the four of us sucking, licking, and fucking from every possible position.
Talk about a confused teenager. I don’t know how many times I told myself I’d call Andy first thing in the morning and tell him I wasn’t coming. Just as fast, I’d say fuck it. I’m going. This went on all night. In the end, I couldn’t resist the thought of foursome sex and believe it or not, once I decided to do it, I went to sleep.

Andy

After pizza, the whole night was a big disappointment. In fact, the pizza was a big disappointment because Matt got all the attention. But hell, this is one of those times when you gotta love unconditionally. It’s hard though when jealousy and envy sit on your shoulder and tell you to chuck it all and tell the whole gang that Matt and I were fucking each other and the hell with the unconditional love. I almost did it except I’d have to let everyone know I was gay and not raped by Dillon.

I didn’t sleep too well, but then again I rarely do. The thought of the foursome and what happened with Matt the night before kept going through my mind.

I rose with the sun, showered, cleaned my room and the family room, and threw sheets over the furniture in the kitchen and over my parents king-size bed. I planned on being ready for anything.

Thomas and Randy came promptly at ten. I opened the door and began to mentally drool. “Do you want to go out on the driveway and play some basketball?”

They looked at each other and Thomas asked if Matt was there. “Not yet. He’ll be here. Don’t worry.

Randy took off his shirt and walked into the living room. He smiled when he saw all the furniture covered with sheets. “We can start without him.”

“Uh. Uh,” I let out. “We should wait.”

Randy walked over and kissed me while grabbing my cock. “I’m ready now. Matt can join us when he gets here.”

Thomas took hold of one of Randy’s ass cheeks. “Let’s wait a few minutes longer.”

Problem was, I didn’t want to wait. I was ready for some hot sex and was angry with Matt because he was late and for what happened the night before. For all I knew, he wasn’t coming. “Fuck it. I agree with Randy, he can join us when he gets here.”

Randy unbuttoned my shirt while he kissed me and I unbuckled his pants. I pulled out of the kiss and turned to Thomas. “Aren’t you going to join us?”

“I’m going to wait for Matt.”

Randy gave Thomas a quick glance. “Whatever.”

I dropped my pants and Randy went down on my cock. He removed his own pants and socks while he sucked. I kicked off my shoes and pulled his head further down on my cock. He was good. Dillon had taught him well. I tapped him on the top of his head and motioned to the sofa. I laid down and spread my legs as he came in and licked the shaft of my cock before taking the head into his mouth and then going down all the way. Thomas sat on the love seat and watched while massaging his burgeoning cock. Then there was a knock on the door. “Oh shit,” I said.

I put my shorts on, looked through the peephole, and saw Matt standing there fidgeting. “Well, it’s about time,” I said as I unlocked the door.

“Sorry. I wasn’t sure if I was coming.” He looked into the living room and saw Randy naked. He looked me up and down. “Looks like you started without me.”

“Just warming up.”

Matt walked into the living room, looked over at Thomas, and said, “Looks like only you and Randy were warming up.”

Guilty shot through me, but I shrugged and figured he could do what he wanted. “Are you going to join us or not?”

He shrugged. I think I’ll watch with Thomas.” He pushed past me and sat next to Thomas on the love seat and whispered, “This seems like a good way to start.”

Thomas smiled. “I agree.” Then he leaned in and kissed Matt on the lips. Matt pulled back at first, glanced at me standing there in my tented shorts, then pulled Thomas into him. They started making out.

I decided to give Randy’s cock a good going over. I pushed him down on the sofa and took his cock into my mouth and began to actually drool so that his cock was good and lubed. I licked up the drool and nibbled on the head of his cock as Randy moaned, “Oh fuck, that feels good.” I rubbed my hands up and down his taught chest, then took a quick glance at Thomas and Matt who both had their shirts off. Suddenly, jealousy filled me. In my mind I’d always figured Matt and I would start while Randy and Thomas got it on. And once we were good and hot, we’d join each other. But there was Matt acting like he didn’t give a shit about what I was doing. He was really into Thomas.

Matt

I got to Andy’s late because once I was up and dressed, I didn’t think I could get it on with someone other than Andy. But when I got to Andy’s he was already fooling around with Randy. Thomas was just looking on with a big bulge in his pants. I was pissed so figured fuck Andy and sat next to Thomas who leaned over and kissed me. It felt good. What surprised me was that it didn’t seem as awkward as I expected. Maybe it was that day in the park when he was so cool and bought us all a Coke. In many ways, he and I had more in common than Andy and me.

We started making out. At first it was just gentle kissing and then he shoved his tongue into my mouth and my cock started to get hard and I tongued him back. Thomas began unbuttoning my shirt. Once he had it opened, he tenderly rubbed his hands over my chest. I unzipped his pants, slipped my hand through his shorts, and grabbed his cock. It seemed funny to touch another guy’s cock. But it felt good. I glanced over at Andy and he was rimming Randy’s ass. It made me even hornier thinking about Thomas licking my ass. The idea that this would come so easy still surprised me.

Thomas pushed me back on the loveseat and pulled my pants down, boxerbriefs and all. My cock popped out hard and ready for his mouth. He gobbled it up. I find myself smiling as I write this because it sounds like something Andy would say. We’ve rubbed off on each other over the years.

Thomas stopped long enough to remove my socks and then took my cock back in his mouth. He looked up at me as I smiled at him. He said something with my cock in his mouth and I couldn’t understand him. “What?”

“I love your cock.”

“I love your mouth on my cock.”

He licked my shaft and took each of my balls into his mouth one at a time. Then he licked them and allowed them to fall. What a tongue he had. He licked up the shaft of my cock and continued his way up to my mouth where he deep tongued me. I swapped spit with him and managed to say, “It’s my turn.”

I peeled his shirt off and took in his beautiful trim body. The sun shined through the curtains from the patio and it made the room look surreal. It highlighted his light tan left over from the summer. My tongue took his left nipple into my mouth before moving to the right one. The tip of my tongue licked around his nipples and then slid down his flat stomach to his shaved pubes and hard cock. I grabbed it and wiggled it back and forth. “Nice cock.”

This caused him to laugh. “Yours is pretty nice too.”

I laughed. “Not as big as Andy’s though.”

That got Andy’s attention. He looked over and smiled. “Looks like you two are having a good time over there.”

We both nodded.

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It’s getting late on Saturday and this seems like a good place to end because I don’t have much left in me to write more. I’m never sure if my readers want to know anything personal, but I always like to know what’s going on in a writer’s mind.

This was the week I was going to write about the foursome, but I found it difficult to think about sex or writing about sex all week. Every time I thought of writing my usual 4,000 words I couldn’t get started. It wasn’t what I’d call writer’s block, but more of an unwillingness to write or to feel deeply about the writing. I’d have to say it was impossible to feel whole. Women would say they felt violated after a robbery. I can’t say that I felt violated. It was more a feeling of disappointment and emptiness.

Let me give you a little more information to help you understand. I live on solar and generator power. There are no power lines to my house. The thieves stole my batteries, the inverter which changes DC to AC, and my generator. I need the generator to pump water and charge the batteries when there isn’t any sun. But in addition to leaving me with no power, they also stole a computer, two TV’s, my washer and dryer, and my vacuum cleaner. There were many other things, but it all left me feeling empty. Maybe it isn’t really emptiness. Maybe it’s more like everything is locked inside and I can’t get it out. Hopefully, everything will be better in the next few days.

Chapter Quote 1: Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have - life itself. - Walter Anderson

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