Tucker & Matthew

Tucker couldn't understand why his best friend was ignoring him this week. Last week, it was all fun and games, joking as they normally do. Despite his best friends shy personal, he didn't mind it one bit. Tucker's best friend was a medium sized white male with oddly hairy facial hair. His eyes were like snake slits, always narrowed at people. His skin was whiter than white- almost as a white sheet of paper. He always wore baggy clothes, as if to hide himself from the world and himself- but that was just Tucker's opinion. His best friends name was Matthew O'Roaled. He was one of the smartest kids in school, always ahead of the class and on his way to one of the best schools in America. Meanwhile Tucker was barley passing Math with a 69. Nothing unusual. They had been friends for almost twelve years-meeting each other in camp during the first grade. But Tucker always says that Matthew hasn't changed a bit. His scrawny figure, baggy clothes, that shy look about him. Everything was the same. Besides for the facial hair. The two where hanging out last week Friday after school in the hot summer air. It was two weeks from graduation- and Tucker was surprised that he was actually graduating- good bye Mrs. Hill- he thought to himself after he heard the news.

They sat under a large shady oak tree. The air was hot and sticky, making you sweat down to your ass. But Tucker didn't mind, he lived in Texas until he was five so the heat wasn't that bad. But, Matthew, he always wore baggy clothes so you could see the sweat leakig through. But he acted like there was nothing wrong.

"So how did your application go, Matty?" Tucker asked with a smirk playing on his lips. Matthew absolutely disperses that nickname Tucker had given to him many years ago. But at this point, he doesn't really care.

"Good. Just waiting for the results." He replied simply. Tucker's smirk dropped, replacing with a deep frown.
He had always joked about Matthew going away to a far away collage when they were little. But now that time has come and it wasn't all jokes and games anymore. It was real and it was happening. The two fell into silence, the sound of chirping birds filled in between. Tucker bit his lip, debating either or not say what he was thinking. He didn't want him to go. He didn't want him to leave. He wanted to shout at him how could he just leave him like that. But it didn't want to ruin their little friendship. So there they were, in the sticky air with nothing but empty words. Either one speaking. At some point, Matthew declared he was going to go to the computer room and check his email, just in case. But Tucker made no move to go inside the building with him, barley giving  him a sign that he even heard him. Matthew left with a long drawned out sigh, leaving Tucker to his own thoughts. 'I wish Tucker knew how I was feeling....' Matthew clutched at his baggy clothing, right above his heart. His bushy eyebrows furrowed in pain. 'I wish he knew what I was feeling.' Back out in the court yard, Tucker decided it was time. Time to confess to Matthew. He was absolutely gayly in love with him. And that he couldn't ever stop thinking about him. Tucker stood up with more confidence he had ever felt in his life. He marched into the building with incredible speed. He turned down several shady looking hallways and came to a stop at the computer room. There was no other people in there besides for the quite Matthew who sat at the computer and typed at the speed of light. Tucker decided what he needed to. He marched into the room slamming the door behind him. He barley gave Matthew a chance to do anything before marching up to him and smashing his lips against his. While Tucker closed his eyes and leaned in closer, Matthews eyes where wide open from shock. He couldn't believe what Tucker was doing.Kissing him? Not in the twelve years that they knew each other, not once had Tucker showed any feelings for him. But he shrugged it off before closing his deep blue eyes and kissed him back. After a few seconds, the two boys departed, a trail of silviasilvia connected their lips together. Tucker smiled at Matthew before taking his tight white shirt off, exposing his six pack. Matthew stared at his stomach a little nervous. Did he really want to do it with his best friend? They have been friends for years, would they really want to take it this far? Tucker smiled at Matthew in a loving way he never expirence before. "Don't worry, nothing will change." He stated with a chuckle. Matthew, stared, as Tucker began to strip off his pants. A sudden, knotty feeling began to twist around in his stomach, making Matthew lick his lips. He suddenly wanted, him. His body, his attention, his mind, his virginity. Everything. Matthew quickly stripped off his clothes, leaving himself in his boxers. Matthew quickly leaped to Tucker, pulling down his boxers to reveal his best friend erect penis. Matthew smiled at him before bending down to his knees and took it with his left hand. "Not don't worry, daddy will make you feel good." Tucker didn't have any say before Matthew took him in, closing his mouth around his meat. Matthew took all of him, all 7" of him into his warm mouth. Tucker groaned as Matthew played with him with his tounge, almost as if he wanted to turn him on more. Tucker moaned again, but this time gripped Matthew's hair roughly. Matthew didn't mind one bit. Tucker thrust himself deeper, making Matthew moan loudly. "Suck it harder!" Tucker shouted at him. Matthew tried saying something, but nothing came out, only muffled sounds. Matthew began to suck his dick widly, his lips closing around his meat and licking his tip. Tucker let out one finally, pleasureful groan before finally realsing. Tucker moved back, his now limp dick, spilling with some white cum.