Matt continued. “There’s another dildo in that duffel bag. A bigger one. A long, thick kielbasa of a dildo. That’s theKraken. Once I shoot my load, I’m going to lube theKrakenwith my cum. You’re going to ride it, letting Caleb own your ass. Only then will you get to tug your willy.”
Chapter 19: This
Little Light of Mine
9/12/’95
Matt (or should I call you Mustang?):
Thanks for sending me the pictures of all the people signing my card! It made my day!
You asked what movies I’ve seen lately. None. I’m on house arrest, which is my own fault, I guess. I can’t even close my bedroom door.
My life is boring. The only time I get out of the house is to go grocery shopping with mom or the 3 times a week she takes me to see the counselor. Other than that, the highlight of my day is watching “All My Children” on TV!
About your other questions, I was majoring in Art. I want to be a graphic artist. My favorite color is aubergine.
Please tell me more about soccer! What is a striker?
Thanks for writing.
Adam
Saturday, September 16, 1995
Matt watched Todd roll a black fishnet stocking over his calf, up his creamy thigh, and clip it to a garter belt. Until now “garter belt” had been a term on the periphery of Matt’s vocabulary, vaguely linked to female guile, uninteresting at best, frightening at worst.
Eyeing the contraption as it emerged from Todd’s travel bag—a limp,tentacled thing riddled with hooks and snaps, Matt wished he had never beheld it. Had he been Catholic, he would have made the sign of the cross. He could not imagine that such a contrivance—even on a guy—would arouse him.
But it did, achingly so.
He and Todd were in the Embassy Suites for Paul’s membership interview. Jake and William had arrived a few minutes later. The others should be there soon.
Matt’s ordeal began, ordinarily enough, while he and William sat in the suite’s living area, watching Jake’s and Todd’s wardrobe changes. Correction: Matt watched Jake and Todd. William watched the muted TV (KOCO 5, the local ABC News affiliate. Covering the weather. Weather was almost always the top story in Oklahoma.)
Jake stripped off the respectable jeans he had worn on his way to this room, shucked out of his underwear, and wriggled, commando-style, into cut-offs that rode low on his hips, high on his downy thighs. The cut-offs were a sexy upgrade to the hemmed shorts he had worn for Matt’s interview. The cutoff’s frayed fringes highlighted Jake’s fine blonde-and-brown hair that, unlike William’s, grew thicker and denser as it neared his sacred grotto.
That got Matt’s blood pumping, erection soon to follow.
Meanwhile, Todd stripped to his underwear, which wasn’t a showstopper on any level. No tantalizing bulge in the front, no muscled glutes in the rear. This was the same Todd who had worn the Mouse mask at Matt’s interview, whom Matt had thought too sweet and innocent to fuck. On the dick meter, plain black thong on a wispy twink barely registered.
Jake donned his blue high tops, began fussing with them, lacing them loosely, teasing out the tongues. Matt had fond memories of those high tops. He’d made Jake keep them on while he fucked him face-down, legs splayed.
Matt’s dick twitched, thickened and stretched a bit—although not enough that William might notice. This was the twelfth day since Matt’s locker room rendezvous with William.
William’s hickey had mostly faded, but still required concealer.
Matt derived a certain pride from his handiwork.
Todd fished the black, lacey garter belt from his bag, wrapped it around his waist, and hooked it in place. Six elastic straps (three per leg), hung like wind chimes, their metal snaps clacking against his thighs.
Matt’s dick flat-lined. It would require defibrillation to restore it to life.
Todd slipped into a men’s white dress shirt, fastened all but the top two buttons. The shirttails concealed his ass and groin. The garter’s insectoid straps hung loosely, like parachute cords. He pulled a red necktie over his dark, curly hair, settling it around hisneck like a leash.
Still no signs of life in Matt’s crotch.
Out came the fishnet stockings. Separate things, like calf-high socks, if socks could be sexy.
