Woodbridge Academy

Ch.10

"Yeah." I agreed. "You're really not upset?"

He scoffed. "You're my son. I don't care if you're straight, gay, blue, yellow, or anything else. I'll love you no matter what."

I chuckled. "Well, I'd hope that if I turned blue, you would call 911."

"Fine, green, then. Smart ass." He squeezed my shoulder again before he let go. "I should get going before Kyle gets himself into trouble. I can't leave that boy alone for more than ten minutes."

"You make it sound like he's a child."

He laughed. "He is a child. A great, big, man child. Almost as bad as you were when you were 12. The only difference is that he has more money to play with."

"Sounds like a recipe for disaster." I laughed. "Thanks again, Dad."

"No problem, son. Just don't forget what I said. I'm always just a phone call away, no matter what you need to talk about. If you're confused, or whatever, just do what feels right. You'll never have to worry about ramifications from me."

"Okay, I promise." I told him. "I'll tell you everything some time, but you had probably get going now." He nodded and went to leave. As soon as he left the room and bounded down the stairs to the front door, I couldn't help but smile to myself. I was so lucky that I had a father who was so cool about everything. That could have gone so much worse.

My new found approval and permission to do whatever I wanted with Matt thrilled me to my core. Not that I had any doubt that my father would be cool with whatever I did, but it still felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders. It gave me new hope that this was a good decision and not just some spur of the moment thing. I left a note for Josh saying I was going to Matt's and practically skipped down the stairs and through the hall to his room. Luckily, there was no one in the hall or our little secret would have been out in no time. When I got to his door, I couldn't contain the grin on my face. Three days ago, I had never spoken to him, and now, I was so wrapped up in him that I couldn't think straight. I knocked on the door, waiting anxiously for him to let me in. There was no answer at first, but he had to be in there, so I knocked again, a little longer and a lot harder.

When he finally opened the door, I was not disappointed. Matt stood before me, clearly fresh out of the shower. He was only wearing boxers, and had a towel in his hand as if he had been in the middle of drying off. "Hey." He seemed surprised to see me. "I wasn't expecting to see you again tonight." He added, confirming my suspicions. I didn't even bother to answer him, just pushed him back lightly until we were both inside his room, and shut the door behind me. Without another moment's hesitation, I took his hand and pulled him towards the couch. Giving him a slight push until he was sitting on the couch, I straddled his legs, cradled his head in my hands, and pressed my mouth to his. He let out a startled grunt when our lips collided, but it quickly turned into a satisfied moan when I pressed a little harder, rolling my hips forward so that our cocks bumped against each other. In the past few days, he had dominated our hook ups, but tonight, it was my turn. I slid my tongue into his mouth, exploring every crevice, massaging his tongue with mine, sipping everything that I could from his sweet mouth. He tasted minty, and I suspected he had already brushed his teeth. My hands slid from his neck down to his shoulders, squeezing his powerful muscles as our tongues battled for dominance. There was no way I was losing today. It was obvious that Matt cred about me. Tonight, I wanted to make it obvious that I cared about him too. I don't care if I have to suck him off to 100 orgasms, I was not leaving until he knew that I was in this.

I pulled my mouth from his, smiling when i heard that he was panting for air. "Jason." He moaned out as I moved my mouth to his neck, planting sweet, tender kisses along his jaw line down to his clavicle. I gave a steady lick along the entire bone before moving down to his nipple. He had played with mine, but I hadn't really explored his much yet. They were pink and hard, so I lowered my mouth over it and sucked gently. His hips bucked against me as he arched back, his hard cock pressing against my inner thigh as he did so. His hands wrapped around my head, holding me in place. I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing, so I kind of just went off what I normally liked. A lick here, a suck there, the occasional nibble to mix it up. Matt clearly loved it, if the sounds he was making paired with the steel rod I could feel beneath me were any indication. I moved over to the other side and started the pattern all over again, letting him enjoy himself as I did whatever I could to keep him happy.