13. Mateo
CHAPTER 13
MATEO
The more I tried not to think about it, the clearer the image became.
I didn’t see anything. I mean, I could tell that Zach was jacking off, but I couldn’t see his cock or anything.
While home for Thanksgiving break and bored – my parents were somewhere else doing who knows what – I walked to Zach’s house and let myself in. His Jeep was in the driveway and his parents’ cars weren’t. When the front door opened, I assumed he was home.
And he was.
Sitting in his swivel gaming chair and watching two jocks rail a third guy in between them on his oversized monitor. I didn’t know what to be more fascinated by – Zach’s pumping arm or the action on the screen. And I wasn’t unsettled at all, for whatever reason. I definitely liked both things.
Zach was extremely vocal when he finished. Silently and perhaps with a little guilt, I crept back down the hall and then with great volume exaggerated my entrance in the house, giving him time to take care of his…stuff. Since I knew he was in his bedroom, I made it a point to start in the living room, after which I went to th e kitchen to grab a drink, which was where he met me. He was completely disheveled. I tried not to glance at his crotch and failed, and it was now, with that memory, that I was completely hard in his passenger seat, driving back to campus to finish out the semester.
I’m not sure how it happened, but I was horny for my best friend.
And shockingly okay with it.
“Look who’s back!”
Liam greeted us at the door, which was a surprise. If it wasn’t at a party, I hadn’t seen him much this semester other than our house meetings, which I usually had to remind him about.
“Howdy, stranger.” I tipped an imaginary hat towards him, then turned to hold the door for Zach.
“How was your Thanksgiving?” Liam asked. “Come on in, it’s freezing out there!”
“What’s with the royal treatment?” Zach asked.
Liam seemed to understand our perplexion. “Uh, they sent a survey out to randomly selected Greek members.” He lowered his voice. “The house did great and I didn’t get bad reviews per se, but there was a theme of ‘I’m not around much’, so I’m trying to rectify that. Been chasin’ too much tail this semester. Here’s your mail!”
Half-in-shock, I took the pile handed to me, then watched Zach do the same. I couldn’t believe he didn’t go on a warpath to find out who said what. I almost didn’t recognize him. And maybe he hadn’t been around a lot, but he was our quarterback. That was a lot of pressure.
“I’m hanging in here for the day, playing video games, doing whatever. Come back down if you want. ”
“The results in here?” I asked, curious if I was the subject of any comment. “Did we know this was happening?”
“I already talked to the dean. It’s part of bringing Greek life back. They wanted to know how it was going without any prejudice or threats. That’s why it was a surprise.”
I nodded. That made sense.
“That’s certainly one way to get honest feedback,” Zach commented, as we made our way to the stairs.
“Did you know about the survey? Were you asked for your opinion?” I asked.
“Do you think I would’ve given it and not told you?”
I heard how asinine my question was, so I apologized. “Sorry, I know you would’ve told me. I’m just…worked up about it, I guess.”
“Everyone loves you, Teo. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
I dropped my bag on the floor and crashed stomach-first on the bed, scanning the mail for something from the college. Why couldn’t they have e-mailed this?! Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Zach grab a seat at my desk. He was curious too.
Tearing open the envelope, I really tried to stop my hands from shaking.
“Do you want me to read it or you good?” Zach had moved from the chair to my bed now.
“I’m okay.” I lied. And now, I wasn’t thinking about the survey, I was too distracted by Zach’s closeness. I kind of wanted him to flip me over and straddle me.
“Well? What does it say?”
I realized I had been holding the paper and not reading. Shit. Um, something something, ninety percent overall satisfaction.
“The house did well.”
Leadership of house, sixty-five percent?!
“Fuck.”
“What? ”
I froze. Zach’s hand was on my back, then I felt his breath on my ear.
“Let me see. You’re killing me with the suspense.”
I could barely speak. I don’t know what happened. Zach had touched me before, but this was different. He grabbed the papers out of my hand and I turned onto my side, propped on my elbow to watch him.
After a few minutes, he spoke.
“You’re good. All of the negative comments were about Liam.”
“Well, that’s still not great.”
“Will you hush?” Zach slapped my thigh, but then left his hand there. My breathing picked up. “Any time you’re mentioned it’s positive. ‘Mateo Decker is THE’–all caps–‘go-to guy in the house. Always willing to help with a problem or listen’.”
Well, that was nice.
“Here’s another one. ‘If the twins are the muscle of the house, then Teo is the heart. I don’t know how he has time to study and play soccer at such a competitive level’.”
“It’s not that-”
“It goes on. ‘Teo is the nicest guy.’ ‘Teo helped me move in.’ ‘When I had too much to drink, Teo took care of me.’ Now, it’s my turn to say wow. The house really is in love with you.”
I smiled at that. I should’ve known I had nothing to worry about.
“Oh, this one too. ‘Teo has the best ass of all the brothers in the house’.”
“It does not say that!”
I went to grab the papers, then scolded myself because moving caused Zach to take his hand off my body and I needed it back.
“It doesn’t, but it’s true.”
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a tingle in my balls…or my hole. It was hard to tell. I was still processing a lot of information – like Zach saying I had the best ass – so I played the whole thing off.
“I guess I had nothing to worry about then.”
“No shit.” Zach handed me the papers back, and stood up. “I’m gonna unpack.”
I watched Zach walk over to his bed and before I knew it, I was asking, “Did you get bigger?”
“Huh?”
“Your back, your shoulders. You look bigger.”
He half-turned, and my eyes dropped to his chest. He had definitely gained muscle mass.
“I guess? I’ve been going to the gym more.”
“When?”
Zach shrugged. “I don’t know. When you’re at practice?”
It seemed I kept staring without realizing it.
“What? You like it?” Zach asked, before pulling his shirt off to…tease me?
“Shut up and keep your shirt on.” We shared a laugh and I went back to my mail. There was a large padded envelope that grabbed my attention so I opened that first.
A graphic novel?
There was a horse and a Dalmatian on the cover with a rabbit on her knees in front of them. His knees? I wore thongs, so it could be a boy rabbit. I definitely did not order this but that didn’t stop me from looking inside.
Holy horse cock!
Things were definitely exaggerated in this animal kingdom, but it seemed that the Dalmatian enjoyed getting pounded. The rabbit was even getting in on it.
I reached down past my waistband and adjusted my hard dick, positioning it head up and to the right. It didn’t matter what thong I wore; my dick didn’t fit in any of them when I was fully hard. So I just picked a side and left it.
“ Look at all the cum! ”
Wait, what?
I searched the page until I found what he meant. It was a lot.
Why was this sent to me ?
“Teo! Did you hear what I- Where the fuck did you get that?!”
Oh fuck.
I tried to cover up the comic, but it was obvious he had already seen it, especially when he said, “I think that was supposed to be in my pile.” Zach bent over, picking up the envelope I tried to toss in the trash off the floor. “This what it came in?”
I had no words, so I nodded.
“Zachary Cavallo.” He did what I obviously did not.
I was so embarrassed, but I had no excuse. “It was in my pile?”
Zach pursed his lips. When did his lips get so pink? “Well, now you’ve seen one of my dirty secrets. Would you mind handing it over or did you want to finish the story?”
Finish the story. “Here.” I closed the comic and held it out.
“Thanks.”
“ Looks like you enjoyed it. ”
For fuck’s sake, not now.
I watched as Zach’s eyes traveled down my torso to check out my crotch.
Why didn’t I smoosh it on the other side? It was just right out there, tenting out where a pocket would be if these sweats had one.
“Haven’t jacked off all week.” Why the FUCK did I say that?!
I mean, we had talked about jacking off before, and we had fooled around a few weeks ago in the hotel. It wasn’t a huge deal.
“Hey man, if you need the room, I can leave.”
“No! You can stay!”
“And watch?”
It took me until Zach said, “I was kidding,” to figure out he was kidding.
“Let’s hope you clear your head before the games this weekend,” Zach said, messing up my hair before he turned, comic in hand, and walked away, leaving me hard, breathless, and needy for him to touch me again.
I did clear my head.
Of everything other than Zach.
Obviously, I was attracted to him – my dick proved that – and I already loved him. He had been my best friend for my entire life. But that kind of love was something two people had to share, and I wasn’t naive enough to think that just because I had feelings for him and he was gay that we would automatically be a perfect couple.
I wasn’t convinced I should tell him. He’d probably think it was because I was striking out with the girls and just horny, but looking back, even in high school, I only fucked girls because that’s what I was supposed to do.
I didn’t think of anything when I jacked off back then either; it just felt good. And I always closed my eyes during sex. A set of lips on anyone’s dick and they’d get off, right?
Shit, this guy’s a pain in the ass.
He was dribbling left and right, passing the ball between his legs, trying to fake me out. I just had to wait and watch his hips.
Now!
I lunged forward with my left foot, knocking the ball out from under him, then continued my circle around him and bolted down the field. He couldn’t catch up. A tap every few strides and I was within striking distance. Quickly glancing to my left, I saw Evan had matched my movement; his defender was no match for him, falling behind with each second. At the penalty marker, the sole opponent left seemed conflicted for half a second before deciding to confront me, but by then, it was too late.
Pausing my all-out sprint just before the byline, I pulled up short and crossed the ball in front of the net. I stood, watching, almost in slow motion, as Evan’s left foot met the ball perfectly about a foot off the ground and he drilled it into the back of the net.
At that range and with Evan’s power, the goalie didn’t have a chance .
Evan, who I had immediately tackled with a hug, and I were soon buried beneath a pile of our teammates. It would turn out to be the only goal of the game.
Three days later…
I expected Zach to be at the house, but maybe he didn’t know when we were coming back.
Teo: Where you at? I’m back!
Zach: Gym.
Zach: Welcome back.
I tossed my suitcase on my bed, packed a quick gym bag, grabbed a knit cap from the coat rack and headed back out. It was the longest we had been apart in months and I was feeling it. I was actually considering telling him about my recent sexual epiphanies.
Evan had hooked up with someone again after we won the championship, leaving me in our room alone, so I had a lot of time to think. And edge myself with PornHub. I had so many questions for Zach, but I wasn’t sure I should mention feelings at the same time, though if I just focused on sex, he’d think I was the typical frat bro looking for…well, dick, actually.
The campus must’ve had a storm while we were in St. Louis. The grounds were covered in four inches or so of pristine white powder. None of it had melted yet, so there wasn’t any brown slush anywhere ruining the vibe. This was one of the reasons I loved Middleton. It was one of the most beautiful campuses I had seen.
There was a time when Zach and I had fucked with our dads and pretended to look at other schools. Well, we did actually look, but we knew Middleton was our school. We just wanted to see them sweat, and maybe get an extended trip out of it.
I approached the gym from the west, so it wasn’t until I walked around the south side that the floor to ceiling windows came into view. They overlooked the majority of the sports fields; the lockers were at the back with the pool on the north side. It didn’t look busy for a Sunday and Zach was easy to find.
His auburn curls were already plastered to his forehead. Unless he wanted to really get a workout, I might be just escorting him home.
As I entered, I was surprised he hadn’t seen me yet, but he was pacing by the free weight benches. He lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face and I stopped in my tracks. His stomach rivaled my own.
Fuck.
He had more of a V than I did.
I felt the familiar sensation of an erection forming and made the split-second decision to dip into the locker room. Rushing into a stall, it was apparent that not cumming in three days had taken its toll. I was half hard.
There was no way I could work out now. It was like Zach’s body was a natural Viagra.
I needed to take care of this.