Heath and Travis - More Than Friends 2

"Oh, c'mon, fuck me Heath, fuck..."
"Take that dick, Travis, c'mon, you love it..."
Dreams of Heath McAdams pounding his 11 inch dick in my ass floated through my head. I could almost feel his cock grinding into me forcefully...

I woke up with sudden start, and sat up in bed with a grunt. Disoriented, I twisted in the sheets, and fell to the floor with a loud thump.
"Where the hell..."
It took me a few minutes to realize that I was in my own bedroom. I untangled myself from my bed sheets and threw them back on the bed, laying back down. My alarm clock glowed brightly: 11:42 PM.
But it couldn't be 11:42 PM...
When I snapped the light on beside my bed, it all came back to me in a rush... I had gone home with Heath, my best friend, and we'd had sex...I fell asleep with him afterwards. At least, I thought I had...so what was I in my own bedroom for?

The dim light illuminated my naked body. It was drenched with sweat, shining dimly. I was completely naked, which was odd, because I never went to bed naked; I wore at least a pair of underwear, usually. My chest was still heaving up and down, still recovering from my shock. Small beads of sweat collected on my abs as they, too, shook. I became aware of the sheets below me once again - soaking wet with...sweat? Had I just had a nightmare? It was all too fuckin' much for me to handle.

Instinctively, I wrapped my hand around my semi-hard cock, and began to play with it. My dick slowly began to harden as I rubbed it, and it helped me to calm down and think.
I'd gone home with Heath after school earlier today - that much I knew for sure. I remembered that we had been so hot that we'd eventually taken most of our clothes off. Heath had taken a shower - but then what? I could not admit to myself that Heath had truly made love to me. The idea was too outrageous, too...romantic. Yet my asshole still felt warm and stretched from where Heath had had his massive cock less than 5 hours ago. I could still feel some of his cum, coating the inside of my ass.

I sat up and rolled out of bed, shaking off the thoughts. It was still pitch black in my room, and I took a step forward and tripped.
"Fuck!" I yelled, crashing to the floor one more time. Suddenly, I froze, there on the floor, and a thought came to me - was my mom home? How had I gotten back into my own house and bedroom without her seeing, if she was? Carefully, staying quiet, I stood up and inched my way over to the lightswitch, and flipped it on. My room lit up brightly. Outside the window on the opposite of the room, it was pitch black. I could hear the wind blowing.

I noticed my clothes and my backpack laying on the floor in a pile near the foot of the bed - I hadn't put them there, had I? Did Heath? Confused as fuck, I walked over and picked up all the junk. It was all there - the form-fitting red tank top I had worn, the ripped up pair of jeans, my shoes. But no underwear. I checked in my backpack, but still could not find it. Would Heath have kept it? It seemed unlikely, but the more I remembered, the less trouble I had believing it. I walked over to my dresser and picked some tight black boxer-briefs out of it. I pulled them up my bulging legs, over my cock, until they just barely covered my shiny brown pubes. Then, I grabbed my red tank top and pulled it back on, smelling the sweat in it. The clock read 12:01 AM.

Ever since my dad had disappeared when I was a kid, my mom was always working. She was at her job practically all the time, which meant I spent most afternoons after school by myself, not seeing her until the next morning, or maybe not at all. Still, I was worried that she might have seen Heath, bringing me to the house, or however he had gotten me here. What the hell would he have even told her? I didn't know how long I had been back in my own room, either.

At the end of the hallway, the door to my mom's bedroom stood ajar. I looked in and turned on the light - she wasn't there. I walked out into the living room, and looked out the window. There was no car parked alongside the street.
So, okay, Heath must have brought me to my house and dumped me and my shit in my room earlier; at least I knew that my mom was oblivious to all this. She was more than likely still at work - the only thing to distract her from her real life. Whatever.

The house my mom and I live in is pretty small, and old, and we're in the middle of a one fucked up neighborhood. I wouldn't be surprised if at least one person gets murdered around here every night. I don't even have my own car - I just walk or take the bus everywhere I go, mostly. There's only two bedrooms and one bathroom in the whole place, and a small kitchen and dining room. I hated living in this shithole of a house. My mom worked day and night, for what? So we could live here, me practically alone, living off whatever I could find in the fridge? It wasn't that I didn't get enough to eat during the day - Heath usually lent me some money or whatever. I just didn't understand how we could still be so fucking poor after all this time.

I restlessly began to walk around, still lost as to what had happened in the last few hours. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of having had sex with Heath. I remembered now that he had taken a shower, and walked out on me naked. We hadn't cared so much - what guy hasn't seen his friend's dick at least once? His had been long, thick, a meaty eleven inches. I had sucked on it...he had stuck it in me, he had cummed in my ass, my own eight inch cock spewing cum as we had orgasmed...

I opened the door on the side of our house and walked out into the yard - if you could call it that. At least the wind had calmed down a little bit now. I could see trash littering the alleyway, as usual, over the low chain-link fence to my left. Old tires and boards were propped up against the house on the other side. The only thing that looked halfway decent was the small lawn before me, dead in patches. I could see dew shining on it in the bright moonlight. It was a warm night - almost as warm as it had been that day. I began to sweat again, and I could feel it in my crotch, on my arms, beading on my upper chest. The grass tickled my bare feet as I walked around on it, sweating even more from thinking so hard.

All of a sudden, my brain hurt. I realized that I missed Heath; I wanted to see him again. I was way too tired to walk over to his house, and he probably wouldn't want to see me at this time of the night anyway. I shook my head, trying to clear it, and walked back into the house, to the kitchen. There was nothing to eat, but I opened the fridge and spotted a few cans of beer. I took a can out of the fridge and held it to my forehead, feeling the cold that radiated from it. I popped open the lid and took a few swallows - it helped me relax almost right away.

There wasn't much to do but go back to bed. I finished drinking and smashed the beer can with my fist, then turned out the light and walked back to my bedroom. Since I was so fuckin' hot once again, I yanked off my tank top and boxerbriefs, and threw them in a corner. I climbed in between the sheets one more time, feeling their coldness against my naked skin. Tomorrow, I could see Heath at school, and make sense out of this whole fucking situation. I couldn't wait to see him again, to touch his tanned skin, see his gorgeous sexy face. After laying there for a long time, my eyes closed, and I fell asleep.

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"Travis? Travis, wake up!" came my mom's voice.
"Huh...what?" I opened my eyes and immediately squinted. Sunlight was pouring in the window. "What time is it?"
"You have to be at school in less than twenty minutes, so get ready!" she said. A minute later, I could hear her footsteps walking away from outside the door.
I looked at the clock - she was right, I was almost fucking late! I grabbed the same clothes I had worn the day before, except for a tight white pair of briefs, threw them all on as fast as I could, and grabbed my backpack. I threw open the door to my room and walked out to the living room. My mother was in the kitchen doing something.
"Later," I mumbled, and walked out the door. My eyes were still half shut, and I tried to fix my hair with my hands. I probably looked like shit, but there hadn't been any time to take a shower.

I was gonna have to run if I didn't want to be late to school - but I really didn't give a shit. It was another warm day, already, even this early in the morning. Fuckin' summer weather isn't any good unless you don't have to go to school. I didn't even feel like going anywhere today, let alone school. Except for one reason - Heath had been on my mind from the moment I'd woken up - I wanted to see him more than anything in the world right then.

I finally got to school about 10 minutes late, and walked to Ms. Andrew's English class after dumping my books back into my locker - I hadn't even done any of my homework. I could hear her talking to the class as I got closer, and I held my breath. I stood outside the door at an angle, trying to see Heath before anyone else could see me. It was impossible, so I just walked into the room, giving up.
Ms. Andrews turned her head toward me sharply. "And why are we late, Mr. Hudson?" she snapped.
"I, uh...overslept." I told her, looking at the floor.
"Sit down. And don't be late again," she said, glaring at me. So my senior year English teacher was just another bitch - it was nothing new, at least.

In my chair at the back of the room, I looked for Heath. I hadn't seen him when I walked in, but now I noticed him grinning at me, 5 rows across and 2 up. I looked at him and his goofy grin - and it all came flooding back. His warm embrace, the way he had massaged my mouth with his tongue. His piercing green eyes looking into my own dark brown eyes as he had fucked me.

After a second, Heath looked away. I continued to gaze at the side of his head, admiring the silver stud in his ear, his short, spiked black hair. His bulging arms - much more muscular than my own, were encased in a white t-shirt. I could see his massive chest covered by the shirt, slowly moving up and down as he sat there. Despite looking tired out and messed up - sorta like me - he still looked fucking amazing. I pushed my cock down under my desk.

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After class was over, I grabbed all my shit and headed over to talk to Heath, anticipating the moment when I could gaze at his chiseled face again, see his full lips and jutting chin. However, Heath didn't look up, but he grabbed all his stuff and walked quickly out the door in front of the crowd. I followed in the direction I thought he had gone, but he wasn't anywhere.
"What the fuck?" I thought to myself. Was he avoiding me? There were too many fucking unanswered questions, and I was starting to get really pissed off at him - what the hell was his problem? If he wanted to avoid me, I was just going to follow after him all the more until I started getting some answers from that dumbass.

I sighed, and headed off to my next class, which I didn't have with Heath. I didn't quite know his class schedule, since it was still the beginning of the year, but I knew he had football practice in the afternoon at least, and U.S. government class with me at the end of the day, the only other time I would get to see him.

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I zoned out through the rest of the morning, trying unsuccessfully to get some of the sleep I had lost. Once government class rolled around, I was a fucking mess. I wanted to finish the class and get the hell out of there. I walked in the door of the room a few minutes early and looked around for Heath...he wasn't there. Great. The only other time during the school day I had to talk to Heath, and he fuckin' wasn't even around. It figured.

Ms. Jacobs lectured the whole period about projects we would be starting in September - just a week away. More bullshit things they made up during the summer to give the senior class more work to do. I didn't listen to a single word she said, but watched the door and the clock the whole time, waiting for class to be over. Heath never showed up.

At 2:30, I gathered all my stuff and got the hell out of there. After I had gotten my books from my locker, I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to head home, and I doubted Heath was at his own house. The idea struck me that maybe he was still in football practice - I wondered for how long more. I jogged across campus over to the gym, around back. There was no one on the football field, and the whole area was deserted. So they were probably all lifting in the weight room - at least, I hoped so.

The weight room was on the other side of the gym. With the sun beating down, I made my way across the asphalt, heading around the gym. As I approached the weight room, I could hear loud, masculine grunts coming from it. The whole football team was in there, lifting weights, doing sit-ups, and a few were standing over to one side, breathing heavily as they curled dumbbells. I spotted Heath over in another corner, doing bench presses with what appeared to be a lot of weight. He was dressed in only a tight looking pair of white compression shorts, but the bulge in the middle of them still looked more than ample. Each lift of the bar caused the massive muscles in his arms bulge and flex - I could almost see the veins popping out from across the room. Heath elicited one more virile grunt as he lifted the weight as high as possible, then brought it back down to a rest, sweating profusely. I watched him for a few more seconds as he sat up, then sauntered over behind him, like I had just walked in.
"Heath."
He jumped, and spun around. "Huh?" His eyes widened. "Trav? What are you doing here?"
"Like you don't know, dumbass," I shot back. "I haven't even seen you all fuckin' day."
"I've been...doin' things. We had football practice real early today, I didn't even go to class...after lunch."
"I noticed."
"Yeah." Heath looked at me closer. "I'm almost done, here, Trav; we'll be outta here in like 20 more minutes...can you hang out, and...wait for me?"
"Okay," I told him, happy we were finally getting somewhere. "I'll be waiting for you outside the locker room."
Heath laid back on the bench press and resumed his lifting. I could see his crotch move slightly every time he contracted his arms.
"How much weight is that, anyway?" I asked him.
"About...175...on each," he grunted, concentrating.
"Shit..." I felt my cock begin to grow slightly, overwhelmed at Heath's nearly superhuman strength. It was too much for me to stand any longer, so I took one last look at him and headed back to the locker room to wait.