Date: Fri, 18 Mar 2011 23:50:48 EDT
From: Mark837042@aol.com
Subject: Backdoor Slider - Ch 9

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to anyone dead or alive is totally coincidental.  This is a love story
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Backdoor Slider - A Love Story.

Chapter 9

I fake a horrifying look at David's threat as he walks past me in the hall
with self-satisfaction.  Just as he turns his head away from me, I hook my
toe at the bottom of his leg and trip him.  He's so uncoordinated that he
goes all the way down and lands on his face.  I squat down over him and pin
him to the ground with my forearm.  He doesn't even struggle because he
knows there's no way he could wiggle out of my hold.

"All right, Mr. Happy.  I'm pleased to hear that you have a hobby, but I
think your direction is misguided.  You need to find something to do that
you're good at and you enjoy.  Stalking me and watching me become more
awesome doesn't seem like something that you'd enjoy too much." I press
down on his back with my forearm and squeeze some breath out of him.  "If
there's anything I can do to help, let me know.  Right now, I'm still on
your side, dude... but don't do anything to FUCKING PISS ME OFF."  I spray
him with my spit on the side of his face with my last few words.  "Do you
understand?"

He grunts.

"What was that?"

"YES!" He seethes.

"Sleep tight, buddy," I pinch his cheek and let him up.  I don't look back
at him as I head into the bathroom.

I look at myself in the mirror.  I'd better start a beauty ritual now that
I'm going to be so close to someone..  Hmmm... first of all, no zits.  I
don't usually have a problem unless I don't wash myself after workouts.
Sweat will plug up my pores more than anything else... and I'm going to be
doing a lot more sweating than normal.  I have to make showers my priority.
That's great because I just learned how fun a shower could be.  I wash my
face with scalding water.  I look closely at myself again.  Should I grow
my hair out a little and try a fauxhawk?  Should I wear cologne?  Should I
go metrosexual?  Nah, I'll stick with hot jock boy.  It seems to work for
me.  I've never even liked cologne.  I don't want to smell like something
fake.  My favorite scent is the intoxicating combo of a nice-smelling soap
and... well, Luke.  I guess that's why I like that smell so much.  I hope
he doesn't start wearing cologne.

I'm really going to have to keep my mouth fresh, too.  I haven't given it
much thought, but what if I have a big hunk of food stuck in my teeth when
we're making out?  So gross... double flossing, every night!  I think I'll
go buy some of those mini toothbrushes with the bead of mouthwash in them
and keep them in my car.  Ok, enough obsessing... off to bed.

I try to close my eyes, but I'm tossing and turning again, just like last
night.  I'm half-hard, just from thinking about our phone conversation
tonight.  I know I'm not going to be able to sleep like this, so I think
I'll have to rub one more out real quick with my new uploads.  It just
takes me a minute or two to cum again, and I finally pass out.

The alarm clock wakes me out of a deep sleep and I'm relieved when I
realize I have gotten a good night's sleep.  At least I wont go through the
school day sleepy and horny again.  It will probably be just horny.

The school day is long and uneventful.  I don't see Luke all day again.  I
do get a text, asking me if I'm coming over tonight.  I reply that I'll
have to get out of dinner, but it probably wont be a problem.  I call my
mom between classes and get the OK, and my heart starts to race.  Oh man,
three more periods to go!

Somehow, I make it through geometry, gym, lunch and American History.
Stupid history is the worst.  I wish I had it first period because it drags
so much as sixth.

I finally get out to the parking lot to see Luke leaning up against my car
again.  I try not to smile too much.

"Hey, G," he says a little too sexily for public interaction.

"What up?"  I take the casual route, at least until we're in the car.  We
jump in and my tires squeal as I back out a little too fast.

"A little anxious to get home?" he strokes my arm.

"A little." I can't stop smiling.

Luke leans over quickly and plants a kiss on my lips as soon as we're out
of the parking lot and out of sight.  "I miss you so much when we're at
school.  We need to have some classes together next year so at least I can
stare at you when I space out."  His arm-stroking is driving me crazy.  I'm
about to drive off the road.

"If we have classes together, people might suspect something when I sit in
your lap."

"Yeah, that and when I start making out with you during the pledge." He
pauses and smiles as he imagines the scene "At least, let's have gym and
lunch together next year."

"That's probably doable," I say.  I've never had gym with him before, as I
was too nervous to be around him while undressing.  That's not a problem
anymore.

"I can't believe we have a whole weekend in front of us," Luke grabs me by
the shoulders and shakes me.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about it a lot.  Do you have any ideas about what
we could do?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Ideas, eh?  Yeah, I was thinking..." he leans over and whispers in my ear,
"that we could have some... sex."  He exhales into my ear and starts
laughing.  I crack up because I didn't quite expect him to say
that... maybe something a little more specific.

"You think I'll put out, just like that?"

"Yes, sir, I do."

"Just so we're clear, then."

We pull up to his apartment complex and we see Denise's car in her parking
spot.  We both groan as we remember that she always gets home early on
Fridays unless she's in court.

"How bout this?" I say as I park.  "Let's go for a run, then we can make
dinner.  I feel like I should do some stuff to thank your mom.  We can do
grilled chicken with salsa, brown rice and a veggie."

"Ok, sounds good."  He goes to check the mail.  "YES!" He shouts out as he
rifles through the envelopes.

"What?"

"I ordered a zombie movie from Netflix and it came today.  I didn't think
it would come until tomorrow."

"Zombies?" I wasn't a fan of horror movies.  I especially didn't want to
jump at the scary parts in front of Luke.  I'll look like such a dork.

"I know, not my favorite, either."

"So, why so excited?"

"Think about it, dude.  We put the movie on after dinner.  My mom gets
scared and goes to bed...."  He bites his lip and smiles.

"You are brilliant at this stuff.  I am in awe."

"I have a great inspiration."

We run up the stairs to his apartment and bust in the front door.  Denise
is in her favorite recliner sipping a glass of wine.  "Luke!  Hi Baby!
And, Garrett!  Fancy seeing you here!"

"Hi Denise."  Ugh, I can feel myself blushing again.

"Mom, we're going to go for a run, then we'll take care of dinner."

"Really?  Wow!  That's very nice of you boys."

"Don't you want to know what we're having?" I ask.

"If I'm not cooking, I don't care!  I mean, anything you fix will be fine."
She laughs.

We head into Luke's room to change into our workout gear.  He starts doing
a striptease for me as he takes off his school clothes.

"Cut it out, dude.  I don't want my boner to be bouncing all over the place
on our run."

"I'm going to make sure it does," he says with an evil smile.

Our usual running route is around a golf course near his apartment complex.
It's about five miles in total, starting and ending at his apartment.  It's
actually pretty private unless someone happens to be driving down the road
or playing the hole that we're running along beside.  Running is much
harder on me.  Luke could probably run a marathon without stopping, and his
longer legs make him exert much less energy.  I really have to work hard to
keep up with him.  I usually can't run the whole route without stopping.

We go outside and start stretching.  I have to try not to look at him
because he'll take any opportunity to try to make me horny.  We finally
start jogging towards the golf course.

"So what do you think about girls?" he asks me out of the blue.

"I was gonna ask you the same question."

"You first." He pokes me in the ribs.

"I like girls, but not in that way.  I'm not curious or confused.  I think
that's a cop-out or a rationalization for people who aren't ready to admit
to themselves that they're gay.  I also don't really believe in
bisexuality.  I guess someone that is completely sexually liberated could
climax with a person of the sex that they're not attracted to and call
themselves 'bi'... I would think that would involve lots of oral sex and
imagination.  I believe you have to be either one way or the other."

He's silent for a minute.  "Yeah, I think I agree with you on that one.  I
always thought I would try it with a girl once to convince myself.... but
after being with you, I know that no girl could make me feel the way I feel
with you."

"You could write a song about me," I giggle.

"Yeah, I should.  Did you ever want to try it with a girl?"

"Nah.  I knew nothing would happen and I'd just humiliate or out myself.  I
wouldn't even know what to do."

"Yeah, I guess I wouldn't either.  I don't get the whole thing about tits."
He sarcastically pretends like he's honking a pair.  "They're just sacks of
fat growing out of their chest.  I prefer a hard muscle."  He reaches over
and rubs my chest.

I speed up to get out of his reach.  "Yeah, I could manage with the tits,
it's the pussy I couldn't handle.  I think I might barf."

He laughs.  "Yeah, how are you supposed to keep your dick hard sticking it
in something like that?"

"I'm so happy to hear you say that.  If you ever dumped me for a girl, I
don't think I'd be able to go on."

He catches up to me and pinches my butt.

"Quit, man!"  I have to speed up again.

"I think I've just invented a fun little game.  When I catch you, I'm going
to have to molest you a little..." he chuckles through his panting.

We're at the perimeter of the golf course now.  There wont be many cars
driving up this road, as no one is going to start playing a round at this
time of day.  We just have to look out for people leaving and people on the
course.

"I'm coming up behind youuuuu," he teases.  He could easily overtake me
whenever he wants.  It's going to be very difficult for me to remain just
ahead of him all the way home.  I notice there is no one around.  I fake
exhaustion and pull up to a stop to see what he's going to do.  He quickly
comes up behind me, wraps his arms around my chest and starts kissing the
back of my neck.  I can smell his sweaty hair and pits, and my dick
responds immediately.

I break away before things go too far and he follows with a mischievous
laugh.  I have to do something to counter his little game.  I look up ahead
of me and see a perfect spot.  Luke and I have played this hole before;
it's the 4th.  There's a big bush up next to the road on the down slope of
a hill off the side of the fairway.  If I get behind this bush, no one
could see us from the road and no one could see us from the fairway unless
they hit their ball right over there.  I run over behind the bush and lay
down on the ground.  I look up at him with an inviting smile as he quickly
catches up.

"Hell yeah!" he pants as he lowers his body down right over mine and we
start making out on the grass.  I quickly shove my hand down his shorts and
start jacking his dick as I slurp his tongue with my mouth.  It doesn't
take long before he's rock hard, and I immediately throw him off and jump
up.

"Dude!" he starts laughing as he realizes what I'm up to.

"See what you get?"  I shout over my shoulder as I bolt away.  I look back
at him seeing his dick flopping around as he runs to catch up.  He has to
stop to readjust it.  I pull my shorts down a little so that the waistband
firmly secures my dick.  I'm about 100 feet ahead of him now and keep
running.  He has to keep stopping to readjust and my lead is starting to
lengthen.  I can hear his laughing and panting grow quieter.  My heart is
really pounding and the adrenalin is pumping as I know I've beat him this
time.  I run all the way back to his apartment easily without stopping.  I
stop by his stairs, make a casual pose and look at my watch as he finally
runs up.  He's still flopping around in his shorts.

"Dude, you're going to PAY for that one!"  he's still laughing.

"What, you can dish it out, but you can't take it?"  We both crack up as we
walk up the stairs to his place.

We take off our shoes and carry them in.  I can really smell his feet now,
too... so sexy.  When the air conditioning hits me as I enter his
apartment, I realize how sweaty I am.  Luke does, too.

"Hey, mom.  We need to take a shower before we start dinner.  Poor little
Garrett is totally exhausted, so I'd better go in there with him to make
sure he doesn't pass out and bump his little head on the tub."

Denise and I both laugh.

"Yeah, whatever," she says without looking up from her magazine. "Just
remember that you're supposed to feed me dinner."

We run into the bathroom and start throwing off our clothes.