Getting boners over his naked best friend and a few of his other teammates in the showers was bad enough, but popping one over your girlfriend's little brother? That was drawing the line. At least Tyler and the other guys in the locker room showers would be naked, with their asses out and their teenaged dicks flopping everywhere, bodies taut and muscled from playing football. But Jeremy would be fully clothed…. doing something normal, something he always does.

Like sitting on the sofa in the Gilbert's living room, playing his video game, or huddled up at the kitchen table with textbooks and notepads, doing his homework. Matt would get a glance at him as he passed through with Elena, and he'd suddenly have to hold his hands in front of his pants, or squeeze his legs together—if he was lucky enough to be sitting down—while trying to hide a fierce blush.

Matt would sometimes go over with the excuse of visiting Elena, to simply wind up playing video games with Jeremy instead. He didn't understand why or how he had it so hard for the kid. But sometimes, when he was bored in class, he would gaze out the window and something out there would inadvertently remind him of Jeremy.

The way the wind wisped through the trees was like Jeremy's lilting laughter. The sound of a bird chirping in the sky would remind Matt of the way Jeremy's voice sometimes cracked as puberty fought to lower it. The weeping willow trees were like Jeremy's hair falling into his eyes. Or a squirrel gnawing at an acorn would make him think of the way the young boy chewed on the end of whatever he was writing with when he was confused.

Oh God and Jeremy had bent over once. He'd dropped his pencil while doing his math homework and he had stooped over to retrieve it. When his pants had tightened around his adolescent body, Matt had to kindly excuse himself, and practically dash off to rub one out. In his girlfriend's bathroom! He'd thought about the things he wanted to do to a bent-over Jeremy. It was the quickest, quietest orgasm he'd ever had. He'd been able to pass it off as a long piss.

Matt was terrified. He didn't know what to do. Or who to talk to. Tyler? Hell no. He'd probably lose the only real friend he had if he said something to him. His mom? No. She was too busy giving all her attention to her boyfriend Pete. Maybe the school's counselor? Everything between the student and her was supposed to confidential, right? Naw. She would probably try to give him a bunch of pamphlets or get him to talk about his feelings. Elena could tell something was bothering him, but of course he couldn't talk to her.

In the end, his sister cornered him in the hallway between classes and weaseled it out of him, saying she knew something was wrong and that he should just go ahead and fess up. The word gay had hung in the air between them like a ticking bomb, seconds away from shattering Matt's world, leaving him tense and frightened. But Vicki had defused the bomb when she'd finally pulled him into her arms and told him that she didn't care who he was attracted to. She still loved him and Elena would to.

"Elena?" he asked confused. He couldn't talk to her about it. She would break up with him!

"Yes, Elena. If your feelings aren't in the right place, you can't string her on." Is that what he was doing? No. At least he didn't think so. He enjoyed spending time with Elena.

"I'm not breaking up with Elena," Matt whispered, peering around to ensure that no one was listening in. "I like her."

"Yeah? But how do you like her, Matty?"

How? How. How? How did he like her? Matt was floored to find that he couldn't immediately answer. They had only started dating because they'd known each other their whole lives. They had sometimes shared cribs as babies and grown up together. And their parents had grown up together. He and Elena felt obligated to at least give things a try. And neither of them regretted it.

Things were good between them. Matt was a star football player, second to only Tyler, and Elena was his pretty cheerleader. They walked the halls hand in hand and shared sweet kisses by her locker or when he dropped her off at home. He had a job at The Grill and could afford to take her out sometimes. They had movie dates together; laughed at comedies and snuggled up at romances. They went on nighttime drives, the stars twinkling down on them as they lost track of time together. They went to county fairs where Matt won her stuffed animals, most of them she still had.

But as Matt stood before his sister looking back on it, sure they had fun and enjoyed spending time with each other, but everything they'd done had been platonic. He had never felt her up or anything. He'd never felt the urge to and she'd never pressured it out of him. He and Elena could simply be really close friends. Is that what a relationship was supposed to be like? Matt didn't know. He didn't have a comparison.

But when he replaced the image of Elena in his memories with Jeremy, there was much more than a subtle change. Jeremy would win his own stuffed animals, and he wouldn't cheer from the sidelines as Matt dashed off with the football. Jeremy would probably suit up and tackle someone on the field. They wouldn't snuggle up at a romantic movie. They would probably see an action movie or horror, something more Matt's speed. He couldn't fight the smile his cheeks created from the prospect of it all, because when he thought of kissing Jeremy instead of Elena, he could see his hands roaming across the young boy's body, stopping in between his legs to squeeze the—

Fortunately, the bell rang, graciously sparing him his indecent thoughts and the many students slowly began to file into the classrooms. Perfect timing as Matt could feel something happening inside his underwear. "I need to get to class," he blushed, turning away from Vicki and holding a hand in front of his crotch.

"Matty," she stopped him, gently grabbing his arm. "Honestly this was a huge shock to me. From the outside looking in, it seems like you really like Elena. You two have the perfect relationship that everyone wants. But if you feel like you're just going through the motions, you have to break it off. Unlike me, you're actually a good person, so I know you'll do the right thing."

Matt sighed despondently at those words. He hated that his sister felt that way about herself. She wasn't a bad person. She was just a little lost and she never considered how her rash decisions affected her life. "Don't say that, Vicki. You just—"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" She smiled and waved Matt's words away. "Save it for another time." And she turned, going in what Matt knew was the complete opposite direction of her next class.

"Vicki, your class is the other way," he pointed out.

"And that's why you're a better person than me, little bro. Because who said I was going to class?" Then she grinned and ambled away, leaving Matt to stare disapprovingly at her retreating form.

—

That night Matt lay naked in bed, his phone in his hands, lube on his nightstand, and his bedroom door locked. He'd bravely decided that tonight would be the night he settled things. He took several calming breaths as he pulled up one of his favorite sites. Pictures of naked women in provocative positions popped up, some of them alone, some of them with a man, some of them with multiple men. Up until he'd started questioning himself, the only thing that mattered to Matt was that he got off. He would search around on the website until he found a video that he liked, and he would come to a man fucking a woman. That made him straight, right?

But Matt resolved to be more observant that night. He was more attentive about which videos he liked and why he liked them. Whenever he passed one up, deeming it unappealing, he would ask himself why. It didn't take long to find a reoccurring pattern. The videos Matt preferred all had the same thing in common, a fit and strong and attractive man, with a boyish-bodied woman as his counterpart, her breast so small they really couldn't even be considered breast. If the flick didn't feature at least one of these two things, Matt would lose interest and move on.

So that night, with trembling fingers, he tapped the url and added /gay to the end of it. He didn't want to do it, but he had to know. He had to test it. The videos promptly changed. A part of Matt was desperately hoping for a random malfunction in his cellular network, but despite his feeble hopes, pictures of naked men quickly replaced the naked women and Matt was frightened to find his limp dick steadily growing in his between his legs. Oh shit...With tight lips and a pounding heart, he tapped on the first video available to him. He didn't have the courage to actually scroll through the website.

Two young men popped up before him in a modern kitchen, kissing softly, cradling each other's head. One man wore a tight v-neck shirt, outlining his well defined torso. He looked like he was very friendly with his local gym. Muscles wrapped around his arms like stripes on a candy cane. He was a tall man with a dark buzz cut, strong, proportionate facial features and a skin tone that suggest an African decent.

The other man was shorter, still average height for a man, but shorter than his counterpart. He was already shirtless, a small line of hair traveling down his flat stomach into the cargo shorts he wore. Unlike his counterpart, he was slim, almost scrawny. His pale skin was practically stretched over his bones. Yet there were still visible muscles in his arms and across his stomach.

Matt watched intently, unable to tear his eyes away as things slowly progressed. The two men undressed each other, kissing, touching, and groping until the black man sat the shorter guy's bare ass on the counter and squatted before him, wrapping his large lips around the slimmer man's impressive cock and bobbing on it. The burly man took the long pale dick like the professional he was. It went so far into his mouth, Matt could see the tip of it of pressing into the guy's throat. The dick slid into his mouth so perfectly. It was like those plump lips were made for sucking cock.

The man closed his eyes and slurped the penis in a blatantly lewd fashion. He licked at, moaning and smiling as if it was a hot day and the cock was his favorite popsicle. Matt didn't notice how hard his heart was pounding, how deeply he was breathing. He didn't notice how painful his throbbing cock was, how much this was turning him on until the smaller man climbed down from the counter and bent the larger guy over it instead. He positioned himself behind him and kicked the black man's legs further apart, making the plump cheeks open up. Then he pushed his thick, raw dick inside the man, the long appendage disappearing in between a strong mound of chocolate cheeks.

Matt's eyes almost popped out of his head at the sight of it. They were fucking! He was watching two men fuck! And the big guy was on the bottom! The larger guy was usually the pitcher, right? Matt's hands moved uncommanded, as if with a mind of their own; a puppeteer was manipulating them. He never tore his eyes away from his phone, and before he even really knew what was happening, there was lube in his hand and he was stroking his hard dick, biting his lower lip and pushing up into his slick fist while watching a long, thick prick disappear in between two beautifully perfect ass cheeks over and over again.

Matt's toes curled in ecstasy, precum dribbling from his slit and mingling with the lube. The black man had begun to fist the monster sized dick between his legs while he moaned deep guttural moans—something very similar to the sounds escaping Matt—and the other man quickened his pace. Matt didn't understand how a dick up the man's ass of all places would make him respond that way. A vague thought crossed Matt's mind that maybe he would have to try it sometime… After that thought, Matt unintentionally pictured himself naked and bent over that kitchen counter instead. It was him in the video, tugging his cock with his bare ass on display… and Jeremy stood behind him, stroking into his sweet hole and—

And Matt was coming. Hard. Matt's body reflexively convulsed, his torso curling upwards, as if he were trapped in the last crunch of a strenuous workout, straining to complete it but he simply couldn't make it up the rest of the way. His eyes clenched shut as he pumped thick heavy white ropes out himself. They burst out onto his bare stomach and Matt locked his jaw to prevent himself from screaming. The phone tumbled off the side of the bed, clattering to the floor forgotten, as the image in Matt's mind took over instead.

Jeremy had a tight grip on Matt's waist as he fucked into the older boy from behind. His thrusts were smooth and gentle, yet swift and deep, pushing all the way into Matt until he could go no further, then sharply pulling back out to do it again.

"Take this dick, Matt," the imaginary Jeremy panted, fucking into him. "Is this what you want? Huh? You want your girlfriend's little brother to fuck you? You want this dick inside of you?" The imaginary Jeremy ran a gentle palm down Matt's spine, lasciviously caressing it as he fucked him.

"Yesss…" The word tumbled out of Matt's mouth in response to the imaginary question while he pumped his—how could he still be coming! The thick fluid continued to spill out of him and Matt squirmed in his bed, trapped underneath the hardest orgasm he'd ever experienced. The semen collected in and around his navel like wet cement without a mold.

Matt's imagination ran wild with how it would feel to be manhandled, stretched open, filled up, how it would feel to have Jeremy's dick grazing inside of him. The blonde teen twitched and convulsed until finally, finally he could feel himself coming down. After a few more sporadic tugs, he relaxed in the bed exhausted, falling limp like an abruptly abandoned rag doll, and releasing the death grip on his softening cock. He peered down at the baseball sized puddle of cum on his stomach and smiled through his trembling breaths. That was definitely the first time he'd ever came that much. And if the thought of Jeremy fucking him caused this reaction, Matt wasn't sure what would happen if the kid actually did it. But there was one thing Matt was sure of.

That night, as he fumbled out of bed and quietly crept to the shower, holding his hands to his lower stomach in a relatively successful attempt to contain the massive amount of sexual juice, Matthew Donovan resolutely embraced the fact that he... was indubitably… gay. Period.

Still, over the next few days, he kept his feet firmly planted in the closet and Vicki loyally kept her lips sealed. Matt constantly considered his sister's suggestion, but in the end, he would always decide that he liked his life just the way it was, thank you very much, and he wasn't too keen on changing it. He was one of the star ball players on the school's team and therefore a relatively popular guy. Ending a relationship with someone as pretty as Elena would cause too much suspicion. Besides, she was the perfect buffer to fend off unwanted attention from the many girls that would pounce on Matt's popularity if he was single.

So the school year went on and he continued hiding his erections from his best friend and his teammates in the locker room. He won Elena more stuffed animals and she gave him more sweet kisses as a reward. He won the school more football games and she continued to cheer him on from the sidelines. He continued to walk her to her classes and he continued to clandestinely watch her little brother from afar, the boy he couldn't have.

But apparently, Fate did not intend for Matt Donovan and Elena Gilbert to remain Mystic Falls' Finest. No. She had different plans for the both of them. As spring dragged to a close, she decided that if Matt didn't want change his life… Fine. She would change it for him. Drastically.