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Backdoor Slider - A Love Story

by Joe L

Chapter 42

A week has passed since we got home from our camping trip. It's been a week of worry and paranoia. We've been trying to be our old selves, just fucking and sucking, but I feel sometimes that Luke is just putting on a brave front for me. I wonder if he feels I'm doing the same for him. If all David wanted was to freak me out, he sure succeeded. However, I'm not giving him the satisfaction. I'm not nervous around him. I'm not overly attentive or interested. I'm not kissing his ass. I'm just the normal me.

If he knows about Luke and me, he hasn't let on one bit. He's had plenty of opportunity to make that evil smile or threaten me, but he's totally the normal David... hateful and annoying, but normal. At this point if I had to bet one way or the other, I would say he doesn't know anything. I don't think he's that good of an actor.

Plus, David has been a little preoccupied, himself. He's gotten himself a little girlfriend... or maybe she's just a friend who happens to be a girl. Actually, she's the female version of David. I can't stop laughing when I think about them… the goth posers. He introduced her as Vera one day when they were hanging out at my house. I recognized her from church... or at least when she used to go to church, she went to our church. Her name is actually Katelyn, not Vera. I guess Katelyn isn't goth enough. I can't even say the name Vera with a straight face. It cracks me up. Vera/Katelyn's older sister is actually Luke's and my age. I'll have to talk to her about what's up with Vera/Katelyn and my brother. I think that sister's in one of my classes this year. I just have to remember her name. Girls aren't exactly my specialty.

David is loving the extra attention from my parents, though. Especially the part when they say things like, "Who would've thought that David would get a girlfriend before you, Garrett?" My mom actually continued that line of questioning a little too far for my comfort level. She started asking if there were any girls I am interested in, and if Luke is dating anyone. I went with the usual excuse of how I think girls are too intimidated by Luke and me. I don't know how much longer I can use that excuse. It doesn't really explain why we're not showing any interest in girls. It may be time for a couple of beards... but having beards would take up so much fucking time, literally. I'll have to talk to Luke about it.

It's Friday night of the first week of school, and the week has been fairly uneventful. The toughest part of junior year is going to be actually seeing Luke at school. We have lunch and gym together, and we get to work out with the football team. Luke is dealing with it a lot better than I am. He can be a social butterfly when he needs to. He has lots of people wanting to hang all over him, too. I don't blame them.

The first few days of school, I'd just spend my lunch periods hanging out with him and the people who like to surround him. I'd have to stop myself from staring at him and drooling. I just want to walk over to him, pull down his shorts and start sucking him off. A few times, he's caught me leering at him. He gives me the "Cut it out!" signal, but always in a sweet way. Thursday and today, I've actually spent lunch away from him. I started hanging out with some of my friends from last year. It's probably safer that way. Then, there's gym, and the drooling and hard-ons are getting to be a problem once again.

I'm currently standing on the sidelines of our first football game. Time is winding down in the fourth quarter. We're ahead 42-10. Luke had an interception and returned it for our first touchdown early in the game. Yet again, he's the stud and the star.

I've kicked and made all six extra points. I didn't get a chance to try a field goal. Every time our offense got close, they scored a touchdown. Coach is letting Luke be my holder because I've practiced kicking with him all summer. He knows exactly how I like it held... the football, that is. It's nice to feel his support with each kick, and I get to celebrate with him every time I make a kick. He's taken to slapping my butt, but no one seems to think it's strange.

Since Luke's interception, their quarterback has never thrown to the guy that Luke is covering. He seems shocked and dismayed by that.

"What did you expect?" I asked him. "You think they'll keep throwing to your guy and let you get fifty interceptions?"

"You're lucky you're so cute," he whispered as he walked away. I make him hang out with the other defensive players during the time when our offense is on the field. He needs to build camaraderie with the defensive unit and not act like he's better than them.

I keep looking over my shoulder up in the stands. I'm pretending to smile at my folks and Denise, who are sitting next to each other. I'm really looking at my brother and Vera/Katelyn, who are up there sitting with them. I was shocked that they even wanted to come. Maybe it's just that since they're both only fourteen and they don't have many options for dates. My folks and Vera/Katelyn's folks must not have wanted them to be spending time alone. Yep, that must be it. They're just not allowed to be at someone's home together unsupervised.

Man, I wish the game would end. I'm so horny and I just wanna get into Luke's bed and fuck all night. He bought us both a pair of Under Armour spandex tights to wear under our uniforms. Actually, they show from our knees down to the top of our socks. Mine feel so great against my legs, even though it's not cold at all. They're just making me horny, and seeing Luke in his just doubles the effect.

Unfortunately, we have to go to a party after the game. It's not going to get too wild because it's at one of the coach's houses and a lot of other adults from school will be there. I think he only does it so the football players won't go drinking at other parties. I'm surprised most of the team is falling for it and going. Luke and I don't want to be the odd ones out, so we're going to make an appearance.

"Hey Connor, you all right?" Coach D slaps me on the shoulder pads. We call him Coach D because no one can pronounce his last name.

"Yeah... what?" I say in a daze, realizing that everyone is heading to the center of the field as the game is over.

"Nice job out there tonight. Solid form," he says as we start jogging in.

"I was hoping to get a chance at a field goal."

"You'll get plenty of chances."

I come upon Luke and the other defensive players who are celebrating and congratulating themselves. Luke takes off his helmet and slings around his sweaty hair. I almost faint, and he starts laughing as he knows exactly what is going on in my pants.

"Football's pretty cool, huh?" he asks with his sexy smile.

"Ya, not bad."

We eventually make it back to the locker room. I make sure I tell Luke that we're showering and changing here. If we go back to his place to change, we'll never make it out of the bedroom. We need to make an appearance at the party. I get showered and dressed all the while thinking only dick-softening thoughts. It works, and I breathe a big sigh of relief as I click my locker closed, all clean, flaccid and ready to go. Luke and I run to my car and jump in.

"Okay, no funny business. I don't need to be all horny at the party."

"That's just what I was gonna say." He pats me on the shoulder, and then snaps his arm away as if his touch is going to send me into a frenzy.

"Good. We'll go, stay a few minutes… then get the fuck out of there."

"Uhhhhnnnn... I can't wait for us to get back to my bed.... but I'm not going to talk about it." He smacks himself repeatedly across the face. "Anyway, great job tonight. You sure kicked the shit out of those extra points."

"I guess that's all I can do," I laugh.

"So how long do we have to stay?"

"I dunno. It depends. Plus, you've gotta hang with your defense dudes."

"I spent all game with 'em. I'm sick of 'em."

"I know, but you wanna be thought of as one of the group, not a new guy who's trying to showboat and be the star."

"Can't I just stand behind you and wrap my arms around you and occasionally stick my tongue in your ear?"

"Yeah, that actually sounds much better."

We head in and give some high-fives. The defensive guys give Luke a big greeting, but ignore me. I guess I'd better get used to that, being a kicker. I make the rounds, getting a few "Atta-boy's" for making my kicks. At least a few of them were paying attention. I realize that there's no one else I can talk to, but I notice there's an empty dance floor in a room that was cleared for that purpose. I ask a random girl to dance, and suddenly a deluge of people join us. I jump around and do some dude-dancing. I notice Luke come into the room, so I break out my sexy moves, with some grinding and booty-shaking. I notice him leaning up against the wall, looking at me with his sexy smile.

I continue to dance and occasionally look over at him watching me. He's looking at me with total lust. Occasionally, he turns away, I was hoping to make him a little bit jealous, but it's not working. It's only making him horny. I see him stick his hand in his pocket and adjust his boner. That's the straw that broke the camel's back.

I pretend I got a text and walk over to Luke and shout over the music.

"My brother and what's-her-face need a ride home from the pizza place! Do you wanna stay or you wanna come along?"

"I'll go with you! We can pick up a pizza on the way home!" He caught on without missing a beat. He and the other defensive players slap each other around a little as we start to leave, and eventually we make it outside and bolt for the car. I try not to smile as I jump in and peel away towards Luke's place.

"Sorry, when I saw the outline of your boner in your pants, I had to call it a night. I'm proud of us, though. We made it all of... twenty-four minutes!" I say as I glance down at the dashboard clock.

"I'm proud of us, too."

"Did you get jealous seeing me dance with that girl?"

"Nah, it just made me want you. Plus, I know whose bed you'll end up in at the end of the night."

"Mmmmm...." I imagine being in Luke's bed with him mounted on top of me. "You know me too well."

"Damn right."

We make it back to Luke's and I bolt for the bathroom. Luke wasn't quick enough to try to get me into the bedroom, but I hear him groan as I shut the door to climb in the shower. I take my time and really make sure I'm clean because I'm hoping this will be one of those all-night-long situations. When I get out of the shower, I make a run for Luke's room, but I see Denise.

"Uhh… hi Denise!" I say, hoping she'll let me head into Luke's room without a conversation.

"Nice game, Garrett! You sure know how to kick a football!"

"Thanks... I've been practicing." I start to edge over to the bedroom.

"I guess you guys have some celebrating to do."

"Thanks." I feel myself blush. I start to close Luke's bedroom door, but Denise calls out to us.

"You guys need to air out this place. The whole apartment is starting to smell like sweat and semen!"

"MOM!" Luke yells from his bed into the living area. "I had a surprise evening planned for G, and now you've spoiled it!"

"Yeah, I'm sure Garrett wasn't expecting that at ALL. I'm going to bed. Good night, boys!"

I jump onto Luke's bed and start tickling him, and we thrash around for a while. My towel conveniently comes off and my boner starts bouncing around as we continue to tickle each other. After a minute or so, I quickly undress Luke. I want him to just fuck me, but he seems to have something else in mind.

"Just lay back," he says.

"K." I plop my head on his pillow, lock my fingers together and put my hands behind my head. I stare up at him with a smile.

"Dude," he says, shaking his head.


"I don't think I say this often enough, but you are SO fuckin' sexy."

"Thanks," I giggle. "It's nice to hear."

He starts rubbing my legs up and down, concentrating on my feet for a while each time he makes his way down there.

"We gotta take good care of these legs and these feet. They're a big part of our team this year." The feeling of his hands on me still sends shivers through my whole body. Even though I'm ready to make love, I just look down at him and try to anticipate what he's up to. Eventually, he starts kissing my feet and legs and makes his way up my body. He alternates between light kisses and running his tongue slowly around my nips and belly-button. I squirm with pleasure and impatience as he continues to tease me. My dick is throbbing and stringing precum all over my abs.

"Mmmmm... I can't believe you can keep from fucking me right now," I whisper, hoping that spurs him on.

"We'll get to that a little later," he says as he moves his head towards my dick. "As for now, I think I'm gonna <gurble, burble>" Before the end of his sentence, he has my entire dick in his mouth. I involuntarily thrust my hips up and grab hold of his head with both hands. He starts to suck me slowly, but it's no use. I'm way too turned on to resist the orgasm that is quickly overwhelming me. I just close my eyes and let the waves of pleasure wash over me. I hear Luke in the distance moaning as I fill his mouth with cum. Before I know it, he's climbed up on top of me to give me a warm, salty kiss. I can feel how horny he is now, and I wrap my arms around him tight as I open my mouth as far as I can to accept his tongue as he fucks my mouth with it.

He moves into position to insert his dick inside of me, but suddenly I've changed my mind. With as much force as I can muster, I flip him over and squirm down his body. The taste of my cum in his mouth has given me a craving.

"If you get to, then I get to," I say as I start lapping up his precum.

"Uhhh," he says with fake exasperation, but I feel his body relax with complete acceptance.

I start slowly making love to his dick with my mouth. I let my lips do the pleasuring and hold back with my tongue as to prolong it as much as I can. His dick is flaming hot and as hard as it can be.

"G, you drive me SOOO fuckin' crazy," he moans as his body starts to tense up underneath me.

I know it won't be long, so I just start licking at his dickhole, waiting for my payday. I gently jerk his shaft to coax it out. A few seconds later, the hot squirting starts. I just continue to do what I'm doing, letting the streams of cum coat my tongue and mouth, and I let some squirt up onto my face.

"So good," I mutter as I lick it all up and try to suck every last bit out of his softening dick.

After I'm finally satisfied, I inch my way back up his body, wrap my arms around him and lay my head on his chest. He obliges my new position and starts stroking my hair. We enjoy just being close to each other, and I smile because I know it's not over.

"My mom was right. It does smell like sweat and semen in this place." he says after a while.

"I wonder why," I chuckle.

"G, let's play a little game," he says as he strokes my shoulder and down my arm.

"Can I play it from here? I'm totally into just laying my head on your chest right now."

"Sure. It's called the 'I love you more' game," he says, going back to running his fingers through my hair.

"So I just say, 'I love you more' and you say 'No, I love YOU more'?"

"Not exactly. I say 'I love you more than...' and say something that I love. Then, it's your turn."

I slide back up to put my head on his pillow next to him.

"I thought you wanted to keep lying on my chest," he says with a twinkle in his eyes.

"I have a feeling I'm going to want to kiss you after I hear what you say." I smile over at him. He knows how I really get into the lovey-dovey stuff.

"I have a feeling that I wanna kiss you right now," he says, and our lips meet. We share a hot, super slow kiss. I grab the back of his head and really go for it. It's my mouth that tastes like cum this time, and I can tell he's enjoying that. I want to start our little game, but I can't seem to break this kiss. I'll just keep going until he stops, but he's really into it, too. Both of our dicks start to harden again, and our cockheads eventually grow together and bump. We simultaneously break the kiss, look down and chuckle.

"How 'bout that?" I ask with a smile.

"This is turning out to be one hell of a night," he says, hugging me tight.

"Yeah, this is pretty perfect," I say. "So... you start."

"I love you more than.... when I pitched that perfect game."

"Ok... I love you more than... more than I hate my brother."

"Wow, I'm touched," he says and pokes me in the ribs. "Okay, my turn. I love you more than pizza."

"I love you more than... I hate church." I start to laugh.

"Mr. Negativo... how 'bout some things you love?"

"I know, I'll go again. I was just concentrating on strong emotions."

"Nah, that's good. I know how much you hate church. I'll go... I love you more than... SLEEPING IN on Sunday mornings while you go to church."

"Oooh... low blow," I start another tickle fight and we thrash around in hysterics.

"Okay, Okay, Okay!" he pants, trying to get me under control. "Your turn."

"I love you more than a SNEAK TICKLE ATTACK!" I get him really good this time and he jerks around wildly before he can finally pin my arms down. He climbs on top of me, lowers his body onto mine and starts kissing me deeply. I feel my whole body start to melt and relax. I forget that I was trying to tickle him or even that we were playing a game. By instinct, I wrap my legs around his back, begging to be fucked. He jerks his head back and starts laughing at my bewilderment.

"Now I know how to subdue you."

"Yeah, that worked. So what is it that we were doing?"

"It's MY turn," he says, poking at my ribs. "Hmm... I love you more than that time when we used up our cheating meal for the week on that chocolate cake. We ate it with our fingers and got it all over our mouths... then we started licking each other's fingers and kissing each other... then we just rode the sugar high and made love for hours."

"I felt so guilty about that cake. I doubled my cardio the next week."

"Really? I didn't. I'm pretty sure we burned off all of those calories in the bed afterwards." He gets on top of me and looks like he's ready to start fucking. I'm a little disappointed when he says, "Your turn."

"All right... I love you more than our first kiss."

"You sure about that? I think you reeeeeallllly loved that."

"Yeah, it made my dick explode, but I still love you more.... and I'd love you even more than that if you'd fuck me." I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and wrap my legs around his back. I'm so ready.

"But that was my next one... I love you more than the feeling of making love to you."

"No way!" I smile up at him.

"Seriously. From that first time when you were all nervous and I lasted eight seconds, to that first night when I wanted to fuck you all night long and just ended up squirting a few times and falling asleep..."

"You're driving me fucking crazy. I'm gonna cum before you even stick it in!" I grab his ass and try to press it down and into me.

"To the first time I figured out how to last longer...." He's pretending to ignore what I said, like he doesn't want to just shove it in. "To now… when we both know exactly how to pleasure each other and make really hot, sweet love."

"You love me more than that?" I whisper and try to look as sexy as I can.

"Yeah, I do," he gives me a soft kiss. "We still have no clear winner, and it's your turn," he says, pretending to hold back. However, I hear him squeeze a tube of lube and know we're close.

"Okay, how 'bout this? I love you more than life... and I've got a pretty fucking good life!"

"You win! Wow, that was a good one," he says as he greases up his dick. "All right. I've got your prize ready."

"'Bout time," I brace against him again as I finally get what I've been wanting. He slides it in and I gasp. He starts really fucking me hard and fast, which is unusual for him. It instantly sends me over the edge. "Oh shit, I'm gonna fuckin' cum."

"Me too," he keeps going as hard as he can. "It just feels soooooo goooood..." We try to kiss as we quickly approach our orgasms, but we keep bumping noses and knocking teeth. Within seconds, I start squirting between our bellies, and I feel him unloading inside of me. I grab onto his ass and squeeze it like I'm trying to push as much cum into me as I can. He collapses onto me as we both breathe hard, trying to refill our lungs with air.

"That was AMAZING!" I manage to say between breaths.

"Sorry, I guess that game got me a little carried away," he says as he starts to kiss me all over my face.

"Me too. I've been about to cum the last fifteen minutes." He kisses me slowly and sweetly, and I try to put as much energy into my kiss as I can to get him going again.

"I know," he says as he breaks away for a moment. "I haven't forgotten about you. I'm still gonna make some slow, sweet love to you."

"I was hoping that I wouldn't have to ask."

"I do love you more than anything, you know," he says as he pushes his dick back inside of me.

"I know… me too," I say with a satisfied smile.

With that, we start our late night love session. I know it's really going to last a long time tonight because we've both already squirted twice. Maybe we should've stopped for a Gatorade or something. I feel Luke's dick start to harden inside of me, so I know we'll be fine.

I just wrap my arms and legs around him and concentrate on kissing him. After an amount of time that could be minutes or hours, I cum again, followed by Luke warming me up on the inside. He collapses to my side and immediately falls asleep. I clean up as much goo as I can before I keel over from exhaustion. I manage to wrap my arms around him before I fall asleep.

I wake up a couple of times during the night. The first coincides with a time that Luke is awake. I love that. He kisses me on the forehead, and I just snuggle into him as tight as I can.

I wake up again later during the night, but Luke is gone. I look around the room and notice the clock. It's 4:15. We still have a couple hours of darkness to cuddle. I don't hear anything going on in the bathroom, so I get up to see what's going on with Luke. I go from room to room, seeing no sign of him. Finally, I realize the front door is opened a crack. I head outside to find him standing at the top of the stairs, leaning on the railing, looking out at the dark sky. He turns around and I can tell that he's been crying.

"Are the nightmares back?" I ask.


"You wanna talk about it?"

"It's so fucking stupid!" He bursts into a combination of laughter and tears. "I dreamt that we were at school, but I couldn't find you. I thought that you were in trouble because people kept yelling 'Fag!' at me and throwing rocks. I kept running around and finally found you, but you were all dressed up in drag... and you were parading around, saying 'We're here! We're queer! Get used to it!'" He continues to laugh, and I can't help but do the same. "I know, it's so stupid."

"That isn't how you see me, is it?" I ask, trying not to sound hurt.

"Nah, I think it's just that I know you've accepted it, and I still can't seem to get there. I mean I love you so much, and I don't wish that I'm straight or things were different in any way... it's just saying the words, 'I'm gay' just makes me sick to my stomach." He turns away from me and stares at the sky again.

At this point, I don't think there's anything I can say to make him feel better. If I were him and I heard, "Everything's gonna be all right," it would probably make me feel worse. I walk up behind him and just wrap my arms around his chest and lay my cheek on his shoulder. He resists at first, but there's no one around at this time of morning. I try again, and he allows me to hold him. In a couple of seconds, he puts his hands on mine and gives them a loving squeeze. We stay standing out on his landing for a while, wondering what the future holds.

"I'm just so scared," he says with a gasp, finally breaking the silence. I am too, but I don't want to say that. Maybe I need to be the strong one for a while. I just keep holding him in silence, hoping that gives him some sort of comfort.

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