18 Weeks of Twoey - 40. Week Six Friday, October 10, 2014: Friday Knight

At times your best may not be good enough.

“You better beat Cal Jacobs in your race!”

Gary scoffed. “I could take a nap half-way through and I’d still beat the asshole. You better come in at least fourth in the varsity race, or the coach will probably send you back to JV ...like throwing a too-small fish back into the lake!”

We laughed, but I think I hafta agree with Gary. It's why I pushed the pace a little this morning. He also told me our morning run was about 4 miles. I pulled out my phone and converted to about 6-1/2 K. We run about 1-1/2 K longer than our course. Good!

There was a full period, end-of-unit test today in Math. I can't think of a single question I had any trouble with! When I finished, there was still over half the period left! I did a quick glance around and noticed I was way early. I pretended to keep working, but was thinking instead. I get to visit Twoey Sunday. What am I gonna do? At least he can’t talk, but he can write. What if he asks me something I’m not prepared to answer, like about my feelings for him? I don’t ever want to lie to him.

Anyway, I was considering different possibilities, evasive responses, playing dumb, or even not going! That nasty little kid behind me started scraping his shoes on the book rack beneath my seat. Jeez, he’s irritating! I swear, someday I’m gonna pound him! I didn’t want to turn around during a test. I tried to let it not bother me. Of course the bottom line is, I lost my train of thought about Sunday’s Twoey confrontation. Thankfully the period was soon over and we dumped the tests on Elcher’s desk on our way out. I looked around for the pesky kid, but he was talking to Elcher and I wanted to get to lunch to claim my new seat. The little bastard’s walking a tightrope with me though!

I mentioned how easy the test was at the lunch table. I thought they were all going to dump their milk on me ...hehe. Before the end of the lunch period, Biggy came over and wished me good luck for my first varsity race! Later in the weight room, because of the race in about two hours, he made me do only stretching exercises. Biggy’s too smart.

Burch completely ignored me today. David:1 Burch:0

Mr. Cyrnn took us through all the wrestling positions we had been working on during the unit. He looked at me a few times, but I didn't cave in. Matty was his usual helpful self. I hated disappointing him about the wrestling team, but there was no way it was ever a possibility. I tried to be extra nice to Matty today, being the last day of wrestling for me this year. Monday we start some gymnastics. It would normally be a lot of fun, but with Danny ... [I can't even say it] ... it's going to be mentally difficult for me, I think ...NO, I know!!

On the long bus ride, all the way down the lake, Coach Basuba reminded me of some of the stuff he's been trying to pump into my head during this one short week. I think he wants to become my father or something. Hey, I’m up for that. Although, it would make for a Technicolor family ...hehe. Of course, I come as a package deal, with Tommy included. I don’t go anywhere without Tommy!

The team we ran against was from the Glen, at the foot of the lake, and they are good. I'll bet they practice running up and down those big hills. Anyway, our team had everything it could do to only stay within sight of their best guy.

I really pushed myself, using my meditation plan for pacing. Near the end I was one seriously hurting puppy, but ran through all the pain and finished fourth overall and second on our team. Jimmy Jacobs, out best runner, was second overall and our other three finished 6,7, and 10. We got 2+4+6+7+10 = 29 points and they got 1+3+5+8+9= 26 points. They beat us by 3. Those guys are too good! We lost the race but got some decent points. I think I got some experience and I know I'll do better in the last couple races of the season. Plus we don’t meet these guys again! I think Basuba was happy with me. He smiled and patted me on the back. He didn’t do it to anyone else. Jimmy told me I did well too.

When I got home I stood in the shower under hot, hot water to relax my muscles, dried off and got in bed. I called Kathy only to say good night and then passed out! I didn’t even have the energy to eat tonight.

Twoey

Well, I started eating today. First a little clear soup for breakfast ...seemed strange. Every two hours they'd give me something: Jell-o, pudding, soup, water, apple juice. Only small amounts, but steady all day long. Mom was watching, eagle eyed, after she arrived.

The doctors came in around 2 and removed a lot of the electrical connections. I was left with the IV and blood pressure cuff. They removed this tube from my dick which went into a bag. YOUCH! They took off the cuff and had me walk around, pulling the IV, which was on wheels. They had me walk around the room and made sure I could get in and out of the bathroom. It was all a little weird because the frame on my head and neck was awkward. I can't wait for the smaller one tomorrow. But I'm not complaining! As soon as it went on me, my head pains vanished!

When I get my voice back, one of the first things I'm going to do is have a long conversation with Mom about what she said out in the hall to the doctor to make him call for a different kind of scan! If she hadn't yelled at him, I probably still would be having those head pains!!

Later tonight I finally had to use the bathroom, but only to pee. It burned, but they told me it would for a while. Also, I had to sit down to pee. My stomach is becoming pretty noisy tonight though.

Matty

Resting here on my bed, watching a movie, I was all alone. I started thinking about David. I mean, I think about him a lot, you know. Tonight I was reliving all the stuff happening this week. I felt him getting lots closer to me. He seemed sincerely sorry he couldn’t join the team, but was really happy we were friends and even let me remain at his gang’s lunch table.

Talk about getting sexually frustrated! Mark is out with Curt, as usual. Cory’s gone for the weekend. Twoey’s in the hospital. Erik’s in some kind of funk. Here I was alone. Mentally going through the list of boys I had been with, but not lately, I thought of Martin. Martin was a possibility. We’d met a few times, but it was last year. He’s not super hung, but beggars can’t be choosers. I know he had a race today, but JV was at home. If he’s not too tired, or with someone else, or still being straight.

You see, Martin has a straight side and a gay side. Bisexual doesn’t quite fit. His sides are at war with each other, but he doesn’t hide them from himself. Martin is a complicated guy ...and hot! The only reason I haven’t hooked up with him for so long, is he had a girlfriend until about a month ago. They were pretty serious and she was awfully cute. She was a cheerleader too. I guess she cheated on him, so she got dumped. I don’t know who she cheated with, but she lost a great guy. I hope it was worth it, you little slut!

I didn’t know where his head was right now but, what the hell, it was worth a call.

“Hey Martin, how was the race? Second place? Great. You home? Great. You interested in a little fun with me tonight? (crossing my fingers) Fantastic! Remember where I live? Great. No, really! OK, see you in 30. I can’t wait. No, really.”

YAY! He’s back out of darkness!

After a quick shower and a little personal preparation, I was ready. Martin arrived and, wearing only a robe, I invited him in. As we entered my room, I closed the door, letting the robe slide to the floor. Martin broke into a broad smile, seeing me naked, standing at very stiff attention. I walked up and greeted him with a tight hug, warm kiss and stab in the groin. Needless to say, Martin was out of his clothes a short while later ...maybe 3.4 seconds.

One thing I was pleasantly surprised to discover was the year had been most kind to Martin. His body has matured. He has unbelievably fine definition and, best of all, he’s now sporting 6 1/2 inches of thick manhood. It was pointed right at me and my pucker actually twitched!

We kissed again. With us both naked, this one was much more fun. Martin’s always been a sweet guy.

After we ended the kiss he said, “I’ve missed you Matty. I thought maybe you didn’t like me anymore.”

“OMG Martin, never think that!”

We sat on the bed and effortlessly swung into a 69 position, side by side. We went after each other for quite a little while. Martin must have been busy over the course of the year because he’s learned to be very good at this. I don’t think it involved his cheerleader either. We brought each other to the edge several times. After the last time, I was gently sliding my tongue up and down only the base of his shaft, never going more than halfway. I didn’t want him to come this way. I was keeping him controlled but still in the game. Martin began to rim me, which turned into tongue fucking and it was all over! I started quivering. I was now his boy for the night.

“Martin ...fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make me cry!” You cannot believe how horny he made me!

I already had the lube and condoms sitting right next to the bed. Sheathing his beautifully thick piece, then applying lube, my hole joined me, actually trembling in anticipation. If Martin got so good at everything he’d done to me so far, we couldn’t wait to see what else he’d learned!

It took a short while, but my receptor gradually widened to accept his thick ‘Martinator.’ When he bottomed out, Martin remained still, as everything inside my body got used to the new shape of the world. God, the fullness was breathtaking. As soon as I smiled and constricted my happy channel, Martin began.

Considering the fact he was four seconds away from blowing at least three times during our sixty-nine, Martin had unbelievable staying power! I can’t say it was the best screwing I ever had, but it was in the top five.

Things began to change when, somewhere amongst the many uncontrolled moans and groans pouring out of me, I grunted, “Harder.” Martin stepped up his game. Lifting one of my legs, not only did he do ‘harder’ but he did ‘deeper’ too ...and he began entering me from different angles. He was nailing my spot on every thrust! My eyelids were open, but I’m not sure where the eyes were, because I couldn’t see anything. I could only feel his thick shaft relentlessly powering into me, over and over, inexorably sending me, thrust by thrust, to Nirvana.

And he wasn’t finished!

Pulling me around, he got behind and, holy shit, went even deeper and harder and it’s all she wrote for Matty! I blew violently over the towel under me. My uncontrolled spasming must have finally triggered my Friday Knight. He came hard and long, collapsing onto my back.

Martin’s number is never gonna leave my phone!

I can now truthfully admit, it was the best screwing I’ve ever had. Without a doubt.

Nothing else even came close.