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Considering I'd had a lot to drink and not a lot of sleep, I actually woke up pretty early and felt quite fresh. My nostrils were tingling and I realised that I was about to have some Scottish sausage for breakfast.
If you've never had it, try it. Imagine the breakfast meat offer from a worldwide global famous burger chain, but nicer...
I quickly showered and headed downstairs. There was my mum, in her apron, slaving away. My Dad was at the table with a cuppa and the Scottish Daily Mirror. Not much had changed since I grew up.
"Morning! How did you sleep sweetheart?"
"Oh fine", I lied.
"What do you have planned today?"
"I'm meeting Rosie". Rosie is an old friend from school. "She's dog sitting so we'll head up a hill somewhere, then maybe we could just chill out tonight?"
"Wonderful, darling!" My mum is as enthusiastic hungover at 8am as she is pissed at 10pm. My Dad barely looked up from the newspaper...
I devoured my breakfast then headed out to see my friend Rosie. I won't bore you too much with the details. We discussed very little of relevance to our particular story. She wasn't that interested in my shagging life. She wanted to know about work and life and romance, and she wanted to chat about her own versions of this. But she wasn't that fussed about Matt or his veiny cock. Rude bitch, I know.
But she happens to be lovely and we had a great time. We climbed up a big hill, exhausted the dog she was looking after and I got back late afternoon absolutely shattered and ready for a nap.
I had a great night with my parents. We just chatted shit, watched a movie and lay around. We'd spent a night each week during lockdown doing the same but over webcams and phone calls, that it was nice to just do it in the same room.
I'd still had no word from Matt. I hoped he was just spending a few days having a blast with mates and hadn't thought about stuff too much.
I was worried he had thought about things too much and was regretting a few things. Regretting Claire. Regretting threesomes.
Regretting me.
As ever, I mentally slapped myself on the head at my hypocrisy. Here was me having a go at Matt for overthinking while I over thought every fucking thing.
"What time is Matt coming tomorrow?" My Dad asked.
Good question, Dad.
"I'm not sure" I answered truthfully. "A lot will depend on when he gets the house move sorted. Early evening I expect".
I got into bed. Still no word from Matt. I hadn't shot a load in days. I thought about having a wank and thinking about him, as well as reliving my glorious teenage years spent shooting all over my room...
I thought about checking Grindr, maybe seeing if I might do a late night rendezvous. But that wasn't likely...
My phone buzzed.
"Hey mate. I'm really sorry for not being in touch this week. Honestly, I've had a bit of a whirlwind few days and I don't really wanna unload it all in a text. I'm on my way to Glasgow tomorrow and I'll let you know when I'm coming over"
He continued...
"I can't wait to see you. Honestly, I'd enjoy just holding you right now mate. Night XXX"
Me too mate. Fuck. Me too.
I went to sleep...
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I quickly showered and headed downstairs. There was my mum, in her apron, slaving away. My Dad was at the table with a cuppa and the Scottish Daily Mirror. Not much had changed since I grew up.
"Morning! How did you sleep sweetheart?"
"Oh fine", I lied.
"What do you have planned today?"
"I'm meeting Rosie". Rosie is an old friend from school. "She's dog sitting so we'll head up a hill somewhere, then maybe we could just chill out tonight?"
"Wonderful, darling!" My mum is as enthusiastic hungover at 8am as she is pissed at 10pm. My Dad barely looked up from the newspaper...
I devoured my breakfast then headed out to see my friend Rosie. I won't bore you too much with the details. We discussed very little of relevance to our particular story. She wasn't that interested in my shagging life. She wanted to know about work and life and romance, and she wanted to chat about her own versions of this. But she wasn't that fussed about Matt or his veiny cock. Rude bitch, I know.
But she happens to be lovely and we had a great time. We climbed up a big hill, exhausted the dog she was looking after and I got back late afternoon absolutely shattered and ready for a nap.
I had a great night with my parents. We just chatted shit, watched a movie and lay around. We'd spent a night each week during lockdown doing the same but over webcams and phone calls, that it was nice to just do it in the same room.
I'd still had no word from Matt. I hoped he was just spending a few days having a blast with mates and hadn't thought about stuff too much.
I was worried he had thought about things too much and was regretting a few things. Regretting Claire. Regretting threesomes.
Regretting me.
As ever, I mentally slapped myself on the head at my hypocrisy. Here was me having a go at Matt for overthinking while I over thought every fucking thing.
"What time is Matt coming tomorrow?" My Dad asked.
Good question, Dad.
"I'm not sure" I answered truthfully. "A lot will depend on when he gets the house move sorted. Early evening I expect".
I got into bed. Still no word from Matt. I hadn't shot a load in days. I thought about having a wank and thinking about him, as well as reliving my glorious teenage years spent shooting all over my room...
I thought about checking Grindr, maybe seeing if I might do a late night rendezvous. But that wasn't likely...
My phone buzzed.
"Hey mate. I'm really sorry for not being in touch this week. Honestly, I've had a bit of a whirlwind few days and I don't really wanna unload it all in a text. I'm on my way to Glasgow tomorrow and I'll let you know when I'm coming over"
He continued...
"I can't wait to see you. Honestly, I'd enjoy just holding you right now mate. Night XXX"
Me too mate. Fuck. Me too.
I went to sleep...
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I slept in today. It was around 10am when I finally stirred. I jumped in the shower with morning wood. I ignored it and eventually it tamed.
I got out of the shower and replied to Matt's text.
"Oh Matt, I'm sorry you've had a bit of an overwhelming time. I hope you can chill out a bit while driving up and we can do whatever you want to chill out here and on the way back. XXX"
"Thanks mate! On my way to Glasgow. I should be at your place by 5 x"
I went out into town with my parents and we did a bit of shopping, had some lunch and a nice wander. Then my mother wanted to get us home so she could make sure the house was absolutely spotless. I reassured her that he was a removals driver and was used to shit being everywhere, and the place was fine, but she insisted.
We got home and when she realised everything was absolutely fucking spotless, we sat down and had a cuppa. I heard Matt's van pull in about an hour later. I went out to meet him and gave him a hug. He looked a little drained and tired.
"Hey!"
"Hey mate. Oh it's good to see you".
"You too Matt. Come on in. I'll introduce you then you can get a shower if you like and get yourself settled".
"Matt, this is my parents".
"Matt! Hello! Nice to meet you". My mother had rushed to the door. "Call me Abigail and this is Tom's father, Derek".
"Abigail, Derek" Matt shook both their hands. "It's great to meet you both. Thanks for having me, it saves me a long drive without some sleep".
"Our pleasure! Now can I get you a drink or would you like a shower or anything?"
"A shower would be great".
"I'll take over from here, Mam. Follow me".
I took Matt upstairs. I showed him his room and shut the door. I gave him a proper hug.
"How are you doing?" I asked.
"Hey mate... yeah I'm ok. I'm sorry for a bit of a dramatic text last night. Honestly I'm fine. I just had a bit of a panicky time in London and I didn't have a wonderful time. But... I know that I really missed you and it's so good to see you mate".
He let go of hugging me but only in order to kiss me. It was a wetter, messier and sloppier kiss than we'd ever had before, but maybe more meaningful too. God, it was nice to feel him.
"It's good to see you too. I've missed you. Now, go shower let's be pleasant to my parents then I can take you out for a drink."
I kissed him again and left him to get sorted. He came down, in a change of clothes and wet floppy hair that I just wanted to run my hands through.
My Mum cooked us a delicious meal and as expected Matt was peppered with questions. How had he met their son, how did he cope with his sarcasm and rude humour - how dare she, bitch... - what did he do, how was lockdown, who were his family.
She asked him if he was seeing anybody, and if he was gay. Derek shushed her. Matt laughed.
"It's okay! I'm bisexual I guess". I smiled and my cock jolted at his answer.
"Are you single?"
"Yes. I'm widowed. My wife died a couple of years ago".
"Oh. Matt that's awful. I'm sorry."
"Thank you. She had a tumour. It was quick and reasonably peaceful. I'm doing okay now. To be fair, your son has been a wonderful help".
That's a translation of "sucks cock well" that I hadn't heard before. My mum held Matt's hand.
"We have a wonderful son".
"Shut up, mam!" I laughed.
That was her cue... out came the baby photos. For the next hour or so, my mother ran Matt through the life and times of baby Tom to childhood Tom to spotty teenage Tom to now.
"What happened to you?" Matt asked.
"What do you mean?"
"You used to be adorable. Now look at you".
My parents laughed. Matt had become quite the sassy funny shit in recent weeks. I smiled at him.
Not long ago this guy was just some fit lad pissing in my toilet. Now he was here making my parents proud of me, doing the sorts of things a boyfriend would do.
I liked it.
"Okay, I think that might be enough reminiscing and embarrassment! Matt, let's go for a beer?"
My parents relented and my Dad kindly offered to drive me and Matt to a nice pub nearby. I got us a couple of beers - thankfully served by an old bloke with a wedding ring, rather than another horny straight woman - and we sat down.
"Cheers!"
"Cheers mate. Your parents are wonderful people".
"So are you Matt" I said honestly. "You made a real effort with them. I appreciate that."
"They're great. I appreciate them letting me stay".
"How are you feeling? I don't know if you want to talk about anything?"
Matt sighed.
"Yeah. Tom, I'm sorry I've been quiet this week. London was... a lot. You've stirred up quite a lot in me mate and then you and Claire and it was just a lot going on."
"I know. I've been wondering whether it was too weird. I'm sorry".
"You don't need to apologise mate! Like, it's been great! But I was just confused. I didn't know if I wanted to carry on just having fun and fucking around with anyone, or how I was feeling about you, about guys, about girls, about anyone. It was so intense."
"I was out with some mates in London and I got chatting to a girl. She was nice. A bit older than me." Matt continued. "She was visiting too and staying in a hotel, so we went back to her place."
"You had sex with her?"
"Yeah."
"Wow! How was it?"
"It was okay. She was quite nervous and obviously I was quite nervous. I mean, you weren't around eating her out so of course I was nervous".
I laughed.
"We just fucked, and I left. I felt pretty shit afterwards. I wanted to ring you and talk to you".
"Matt, I'm sorry. You could have called".
"I know, but then I felt useless. I didn't want to just drop everything on you."
I felt rubbish that he couldn't call me. Then I remembered I'd gone to contact him last week when I felt vulnerable and had done the exact same thing. I held his hand.
"Anyway" Matt carried on, "the next day I decided I just needed to switch off. I booked a massage with a guy in London. And to be fair mate, it was amazing. Candles, warm room, music etc. And his massage skills were great. I switched off and he worked out some knots."
Having enjoyed massaging guys before, I could see where this was going.
"Then he started massaging my legs, and started getting quite close to my inner thighs. And I liked it. I got hard and I was so embarrassed. I didn't know what to do. I apologised. He laughed and said it happens and that he took it as a compliment."
"I bet he did" I smiled.
Matt held his head in his hands. "I'm so naive with this shit! Is everyone just so horny?"
"Guys like him will just sometimes see it as part of a massage. It's intended to relax you and sometimes the erotic side is part of that. He'd have found it much more enjoyable with a guy like you. What actually happened?"
"He asked if I felt okay. I said I did but that I was sorry. He told me not to worry. He stayed around my thighs but got closer and closer to my cock. And part of me was so worried I was doing something wrong, and part of me was begging him to touch it. He asked me to turn over and he massaged my legs some more, and I was dripping mate. Dripping! My eyes were shut at this point. Then I just felt his mouth on my cock and he just sucked me off."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"I did mate, truth be told. But it felt a bit dirty. He was still in his massage therapy gear. I didn't do anything to him. I told him I was getting close and he wanked me off and I just shot a load over my chest."
"And afterwards?"
"He smiled and was checking in that I was happy. He let me have a shower and everything. He was sweet. But it was just weird. I left and felt weirder than I'd felt after shagging that woman".
"I'm sorry Matt".
"And I shouldn't be complaining. I got my end away twice in two days".
I laughed and supped my pint. "I mean... you've got a point. You got your end away twice more than me".
"And you're the biggest slut in town", Matt quipped.
I nearly spilled my pint. "Cheeky fucker!" We laughed.
"And since then? You've been quiet. What have you been doing? Fucking more women and shooting after massages?"
"Ha. No. I just spent a bit of time thinking about the last few weeks and months. And I don't wanna weird you out or anything, but I don't wanna fuck Claire again."
"Me neither!"
"Okay. Cool haha. I don't mind if you want to! I just don't wanna do it too".
"I don't want to at all" I smiled.
"Okay. I don't wanna do a lot more exploring for now to be honest. I don't mean never. Just... I'm doing okay as I am."
"That's okay! That's good" I said.
"I'm not finished... what I mean is that I'm doing okay because of you. I like you Tom. A lot. I don't wanna weird you out, I know you're not looking for a boyfriend and I'm not saying that's what I wanna be... but when I'm not with you I want to be and I have feelings for you that I haven't had in a long time".
Matt was looking down quite deeply at his beer. I held his hand.
"It's okay Matt. I've been feeling the same way. I've missed you a lot. You've made me feel things I've not felt for guys before. And I regret what happened with Claire. It was too much too soon. And I've not felt jealous of anything you might have been up to this week, but I've been worried at times, and so many times I just wanted to be with you and hold you."
Matt smiled. He even started to laugh.
"I've turned you soppy!"
We both started laughing. I was on the verge of crying.
"You fucking have. Fucking prick."
We chinked glasses.
"What do we do now?" Matt asked.
"I don't know. Carry on?" I replied, smiling. "First things first, I need to massage you and wank you off and you need to fuck me in a hotel room. I'm your bitch, not those bastards."
Matt laughed. "Deal".
"Otherwise" I continued, "we carry on and see how we feel. And you tell me all about the rest of your London trip and your long drive to Glasgow."
We stayed for a couple more drinks while we relaxedly chatted about anything other than nervous fucks, dirty massages and stressful weeks. I enjoyed being around him so much and he was smiling more and more as the evening went on.
My Dad picked us up and drove us home. We got ready for bed and it was getting pretty late. My mum was back shepherding everybody around.
"Now Matt, I've had the heating on in your room so you shouldn't be too cold, and there's a glass of water by your bedside table. If you need anything..."
"Mam! He's a grown man".
She tutted at me and ruffled my hair.
"Thank you Abigail. For everything. You've been so sweet."
My parents left us and went to bed. I hugged him.
"I would love to spoon you but I think it saves us questions in the morning if we don't" I whispered.
Matt nodded. He kissed me gently.
"I agree. Goodnight mate. Thank you".
We went to our separate beds. I slept quite well, buoyed by seeing Matt and having a good night with him. I woke up in the middle of the night, needing a piss. I walked past my parents' bedroom. I could hear them both snoring away.
I thought about going to Matt's bed. It would be so fucking nice to cuddle him. No. Be sensible. Another day or so and we could do it when we got home.
I got back to my bedroom. I lifted the covers and got the fright of my life.
"Jesus!"
It was Matt.
"Sorry!" he whispered "I couldn't sleep and I just wanna hold you mate".
I got into bed. "You scared the shit out of me" whispering and laughing.
I kissed him. "Matt, thank you for tonight."
"Thank you mate. Now turn over".
I obeyed his orders - what else is a man to do - and he held me close. He kissed my back. His body was wonderfully warm and the cold Scottish winter was kept at bay by his presence.
"Goodnight mate".
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I got out of the shower and replied to Matt's text.
"Oh Matt, I'm sorry you've had a bit of an overwhelming time. I hope you can chill out a bit while driving up and we can do whatever you want to chill out here and on the way back. XXX"
"Thanks mate! On my way to Glasgow. I should be at your place by 5 x"
I went out into town with my parents and we did a bit of shopping, had some lunch and a nice wander. Then my mother wanted to get us home so she could make sure the house was absolutely spotless. I reassured her that he was a removals driver and was used to shit being everywhere, and the place was fine, but she insisted.
We got home and when she realised everything was absolutely fucking spotless, we sat down and had a cuppa. I heard Matt's van pull in about an hour later. I went out to meet him and gave him a hug. He looked a little drained and tired.
"Hey!"
"Hey mate. Oh it's good to see you".
"You too Matt. Come on in. I'll introduce you then you can get a shower if you like and get yourself settled".
"Matt, this is my parents".
"Matt! Hello! Nice to meet you". My mother had rushed to the door. "Call me Abigail and this is Tom's father, Derek".
"Abigail, Derek" Matt shook both their hands. "It's great to meet you both. Thanks for having me, it saves me a long drive without some sleep".
"Our pleasure! Now can I get you a drink or would you like a shower or anything?"
"A shower would be great".
"I'll take over from here, Mam. Follow me".
I took Matt upstairs. I showed him his room and shut the door. I gave him a proper hug.
"How are you doing?" I asked.
"Hey mate... yeah I'm ok. I'm sorry for a bit of a dramatic text last night. Honestly I'm fine. I just had a bit of a panicky time in London and I didn't have a wonderful time. But... I know that I really missed you and it's so good to see you mate".
He let go of hugging me but only in order to kiss me. It was a wetter, messier and sloppier kiss than we'd ever had before, but maybe more meaningful too. God, it was nice to feel him.
"It's good to see you too. I've missed you. Now, go shower let's be pleasant to my parents then I can take you out for a drink."
I kissed him again and left him to get sorted. He came down, in a change of clothes and wet floppy hair that I just wanted to run my hands through.
My Mum cooked us a delicious meal and as expected Matt was peppered with questions. How had he met their son, how did he cope with his sarcasm and rude humour - how dare she, bitch... - what did he do, how was lockdown, who were his family.
She asked him if he was seeing anybody, and if he was gay. Derek shushed her. Matt laughed.
"It's okay! I'm bisexual I guess". I smiled and my cock jolted at his answer.
"Are you single?"
"Yes. I'm widowed. My wife died a couple of years ago".
"Oh. Matt that's awful. I'm sorry."
"Thank you. She had a tumour. It was quick and reasonably peaceful. I'm doing okay now. To be fair, your son has been a wonderful help".
That's a translation of "sucks cock well" that I hadn't heard before. My mum held Matt's hand.
"We have a wonderful son".
"Shut up, mam!" I laughed.
That was her cue... out came the baby photos. For the next hour or so, my mother ran Matt through the life and times of baby Tom to childhood Tom to spotty teenage Tom to now.
"What happened to you?" Matt asked.
"What do you mean?"
"You used to be adorable. Now look at you".
My parents laughed. Matt had become quite the sassy funny shit in recent weeks. I smiled at him.
Not long ago this guy was just some fit lad pissing in my toilet. Now he was here making my parents proud of me, doing the sorts of things a boyfriend would do.
I liked it.
"Okay, I think that might be enough reminiscing and embarrassment! Matt, let's go for a beer?"
My parents relented and my Dad kindly offered to drive me and Matt to a nice pub nearby. I got us a couple of beers - thankfully served by an old bloke with a wedding ring, rather than another horny straight woman - and we sat down.
"Cheers!"
"Cheers mate. Your parents are wonderful people".
"So are you Matt" I said honestly. "You made a real effort with them. I appreciate that."
"They're great. I appreciate them letting me stay".
"How are you feeling? I don't know if you want to talk about anything?"
Matt sighed.
"Yeah. Tom, I'm sorry I've been quiet this week. London was... a lot. You've stirred up quite a lot in me mate and then you and Claire and it was just a lot going on."
"I know. I've been wondering whether it was too weird. I'm sorry".
"You don't need to apologise mate! Like, it's been great! But I was just confused. I didn't know if I wanted to carry on just having fun and fucking around with anyone, or how I was feeling about you, about guys, about girls, about anyone. It was so intense."
"I was out with some mates in London and I got chatting to a girl. She was nice. A bit older than me." Matt continued. "She was visiting too and staying in a hotel, so we went back to her place."
"You had sex with her?"
"Yeah."
"Wow! How was it?"
"It was okay. She was quite nervous and obviously I was quite nervous. I mean, you weren't around eating her out so of course I was nervous".
I laughed.
"We just fucked, and I left. I felt pretty shit afterwards. I wanted to ring you and talk to you".
"Matt, I'm sorry. You could have called".
"I know, but then I felt useless. I didn't want to just drop everything on you."
I felt rubbish that he couldn't call me. Then I remembered I'd gone to contact him last week when I felt vulnerable and had done the exact same thing. I held his hand.
"Anyway" Matt carried on, "the next day I decided I just needed to switch off. I booked a massage with a guy in London. And to be fair mate, it was amazing. Candles, warm room, music etc. And his massage skills were great. I switched off and he worked out some knots."
Having enjoyed massaging guys before, I could see where this was going.
"Then he started massaging my legs, and started getting quite close to my inner thighs. And I liked it. I got hard and I was so embarrassed. I didn't know what to do. I apologised. He laughed and said it happens and that he took it as a compliment."
"I bet he did" I smiled.
Matt held his head in his hands. "I'm so naive with this shit! Is everyone just so horny?"
"Guys like him will just sometimes see it as part of a massage. It's intended to relax you and sometimes the erotic side is part of that. He'd have found it much more enjoyable with a guy like you. What actually happened?"
"He asked if I felt okay. I said I did but that I was sorry. He told me not to worry. He stayed around my thighs but got closer and closer to my cock. And part of me was so worried I was doing something wrong, and part of me was begging him to touch it. He asked me to turn over and he massaged my legs some more, and I was dripping mate. Dripping! My eyes were shut at this point. Then I just felt his mouth on my cock and he just sucked me off."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"I did mate, truth be told. But it felt a bit dirty. He was still in his massage therapy gear. I didn't do anything to him. I told him I was getting close and he wanked me off and I just shot a load over my chest."
"And afterwards?"
"He smiled and was checking in that I was happy. He let me have a shower and everything. He was sweet. But it was just weird. I left and felt weirder than I'd felt after shagging that woman".
"I'm sorry Matt".
"And I shouldn't be complaining. I got my end away twice in two days".
I laughed and supped my pint. "I mean... you've got a point. You got your end away twice more than me".
"And you're the biggest slut in town", Matt quipped.
I nearly spilled my pint. "Cheeky fucker!" We laughed.
"And since then? You've been quiet. What have you been doing? Fucking more women and shooting after massages?"
"Ha. No. I just spent a bit of time thinking about the last few weeks and months. And I don't wanna weird you out or anything, but I don't wanna fuck Claire again."
"Me neither!"
"Okay. Cool haha. I don't mind if you want to! I just don't wanna do it too".
"I don't want to at all" I smiled.
"Okay. I don't wanna do a lot more exploring for now to be honest. I don't mean never. Just... I'm doing okay as I am."
"That's okay! That's good" I said.
"I'm not finished... what I mean is that I'm doing okay because of you. I like you Tom. A lot. I don't wanna weird you out, I know you're not looking for a boyfriend and I'm not saying that's what I wanna be... but when I'm not with you I want to be and I have feelings for you that I haven't had in a long time".
Matt was looking down quite deeply at his beer. I held his hand.
"It's okay Matt. I've been feeling the same way. I've missed you a lot. You've made me feel things I've not felt for guys before. And I regret what happened with Claire. It was too much too soon. And I've not felt jealous of anything you might have been up to this week, but I've been worried at times, and so many times I just wanted to be with you and hold you."
Matt smiled. He even started to laugh.
"I've turned you soppy!"
We both started laughing. I was on the verge of crying.
"You fucking have. Fucking prick."
We chinked glasses.
"What do we do now?" Matt asked.
"I don't know. Carry on?" I replied, smiling. "First things first, I need to massage you and wank you off and you need to fuck me in a hotel room. I'm your bitch, not those bastards."
Matt laughed. "Deal".
"Otherwise" I continued, "we carry on and see how we feel. And you tell me all about the rest of your London trip and your long drive to Glasgow."
We stayed for a couple more drinks while we relaxedly chatted about anything other than nervous fucks, dirty massages and stressful weeks. I enjoyed being around him so much and he was smiling more and more as the evening went on.
My Dad picked us up and drove us home. We got ready for bed and it was getting pretty late. My mum was back shepherding everybody around.
"Now Matt, I've had the heating on in your room so you shouldn't be too cold, and there's a glass of water by your bedside table. If you need anything..."
"Mam! He's a grown man".
She tutted at me and ruffled my hair.
"Thank you Abigail. For everything. You've been so sweet."
My parents left us and went to bed. I hugged him.
"I would love to spoon you but I think it saves us questions in the morning if we don't" I whispered.
Matt nodded. He kissed me gently.
"I agree. Goodnight mate. Thank you".
We went to our separate beds. I slept quite well, buoyed by seeing Matt and having a good night with him. I woke up in the middle of the night, needing a piss. I walked past my parents' bedroom. I could hear them both snoring away.
I thought about going to Matt's bed. It would be so fucking nice to cuddle him. No. Be sensible. Another day or so and we could do it when we got home.
I got back to my bedroom. I lifted the covers and got the fright of my life.
"Jesus!"
It was Matt.
"Sorry!" he whispered "I couldn't sleep and I just wanna hold you mate".
I got into bed. "You scared the shit out of me" whispering and laughing.
I kissed him. "Matt, thank you for tonight."
"Thank you mate. Now turn over".
I obeyed his orders - what else is a man to do - and he held me close. He kissed my back. His body was wonderfully warm and the cold Scottish winter was kept at bay by his presence.
"Goodnight mate".
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I knew..I just knew matt would show his true feelings,literally loving this...just gives me a real warm fuzzy feelin
..thank u
..thank uI woke up at around 6:30am. It was freezing cold outside and I'd have given anything to have another couple of hours snuggling into Matt, but it wasn't worth a long chat with my parents about my connection with him.
Matt had thought the same, and he was already getting out of my bed.
"I'm gonna head to my room" he whispered. He kissed my forehead. I nodded.
A couple of hours later we both surfaced separately from our rooms and enjoyed a classic Glasgow breakfast to fill us up before our long drive home. Well Matt's long drive... I'd just be a grateful passenger. He was looking rough but sexy today. He hadn't shaved for a couple of his days and his stubble was long and scratchy. He had a grey hoodie and black shorts. It was fucking cold but I guess his van had good heating.
"Matt, it was so wonderful to meet you. Drive safely" my Mum tried to make us sandwiches but we insisted we'd just pick something up on the way.
We got into the van and headed off. It was a clear day and the traffic looked good. We ambled along to the motorway and it was all pretty clear. Some nice music on the stereo and the occasional chat and smile at some hot and sweet company.
We were just past halfway when Matt suggested we stop off at the next service station. We had a nice bite to eat and a coffee.
"Are you back at work tomorrow?" Matt asked.
"Yeah... It's pretty chilled at the moment though so it's okay. You're back working too, I guess?"
"Yeah, on delivery duty tomorrow. I need to start earning again after London!"
"To pay for the happy ending massage, you mean?" I winked at him.
Matt laughed. "Oh don't mate. It's not my fault I'm naive and thought it was just a massage!"
"I'm just jealous it wasn't me doing it for you".
"That would be nice. Really nice".
Matt groaned and grabbed his crotch in frustration. I laughed.
We headed back to the van and sat down.
Matt sighed. "Okay. Another 3 hours and we're home. You ready?" He smiled at me.
I stared at his crotch, biting my lip.
"No..." he pointed his finger at me, but his cheeky grin nullified any authority his pointed finger had any chance of having.
I massaged his left thigh across the van. "We could nip in the back. We wouldn't lose that much time". I could see his hard on through his shorts already.
Matt looked around. We'd parked in a corner of a quiet service station. "Who says we need to nip in the back?"
I laughed. "Are you serious?! It's broad daylight."
"Nobody's here."
"Even for me that's bold".
Just as I contemplated it, a car drove towards us and parked nearby. We both laughed and wondered what might have been.
We nipped out of the van and ran around to the back doors. Matt opened them and followed me in. I quickly got on my knees and pulled his shorts down.
"I've been fucking dreaming of this for days" I moaned as his dripping cock flung out of his shorts. I took it deep in my mouth. My hand caressed his balls but he grabbed my hands and moved it towards his hole. I moaned and groaned on his cock, and I could have shot a load myself in that brief moment.
I gently massaged his hole and dreamed of the moment when I might get to explore it more.
But back to the main point: Matt was fucking horny and wasn't hanging around. He was fucking my throat and grabbing my head with his hands. He stopped for a second and pulled my head off his dick.
"I'm not being too rough am I?" He leant down to kiss me.
I moaned. "Fuck my throat you kind prick!"
He laughed and dragged my head back to his cock. Back and forth he rhythmically moved. I briefly wondered if his van was rocking back and forth and whether anyone outside had an inkling of what was happening inside.
"God I love your mouth mate".
Love. That was a new one. It was an odd time to be wondering if I loved someone. Matt clearly hadn't thought much of it. His eyes were shut as he pounded away. In a few moments time he'd be shooting down my throat and we'd be back on the motorway home.
Yet I did love this. I didn't immediately shut down the thought that was drifting around my mind: that perhaps I loved him.
Matt grabbed my hand and moved it back to his arsehole. I loved how demanding he was becoming, especially if he was demanding me to explore his hole.
I gently stroked his hole and gently held my finger just on the tip of his arse. In the absence of lube or my tongue, I didn't ease in any further.
Matt's pounding sped up as did his groans. He was grabbing my hair firmly now.
"Fuck. Mate. Don't stop. I'm gonna shoot. Oh fuck. Fu---. Fuck."
He shot a hot load. A very wet load. That sort of load that is too horny and urgent to be creamy. It just needs to leave you. And now it was streaming down my throat.
Matt let go of my head but I wasn't done. I slowly sucked back and forth and took every last drop. I loved his dick.
Fuck's sake, Tom. This fucking word: love.
Matt was gently stroking my hair.
"Come on. Let's get home!"
We were both grinning as we left the back of the van and got back in the front.
We both kept smiling all the way home as we chatted about how hot that was and how he owed me one, and how he'd enjoyed his hole being played with.
"You're becoming a good little gay, you know that?" I said.
He laughed. "Maybe I'm enjoying that".
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Matt had thought the same, and he was already getting out of my bed.
"I'm gonna head to my room" he whispered. He kissed my forehead. I nodded.
A couple of hours later we both surfaced separately from our rooms and enjoyed a classic Glasgow breakfast to fill us up before our long drive home. Well Matt's long drive... I'd just be a grateful passenger. He was looking rough but sexy today. He hadn't shaved for a couple of his days and his stubble was long and scratchy. He had a grey hoodie and black shorts. It was fucking cold but I guess his van had good heating.
"Matt, it was so wonderful to meet you. Drive safely" my Mum tried to make us sandwiches but we insisted we'd just pick something up on the way.
We got into the van and headed off. It was a clear day and the traffic looked good. We ambled along to the motorway and it was all pretty clear. Some nice music on the stereo and the occasional chat and smile at some hot and sweet company.
We were just past halfway when Matt suggested we stop off at the next service station. We had a nice bite to eat and a coffee.
"Are you back at work tomorrow?" Matt asked.
"Yeah... It's pretty chilled at the moment though so it's okay. You're back working too, I guess?"
"Yeah, on delivery duty tomorrow. I need to start earning again after London!"
"To pay for the happy ending massage, you mean?" I winked at him.
Matt laughed. "Oh don't mate. It's not my fault I'm naive and thought it was just a massage!"
"I'm just jealous it wasn't me doing it for you".
"That would be nice. Really nice".
Matt groaned and grabbed his crotch in frustration. I laughed.
We headed back to the van and sat down.
Matt sighed. "Okay. Another 3 hours and we're home. You ready?" He smiled at me.
I stared at his crotch, biting my lip.
"No..." he pointed his finger at me, but his cheeky grin nullified any authority his pointed finger had any chance of having.
I massaged his left thigh across the van. "We could nip in the back. We wouldn't lose that much time". I could see his hard on through his shorts already.
Matt looked around. We'd parked in a corner of a quiet service station. "Who says we need to nip in the back?"
I laughed. "Are you serious?! It's broad daylight."
"Nobody's here."
"Even for me that's bold".
Just as I contemplated it, a car drove towards us and parked nearby. We both laughed and wondered what might have been.
We nipped out of the van and ran around to the back doors. Matt opened them and followed me in. I quickly got on my knees and pulled his shorts down.
"I've been fucking dreaming of this for days" I moaned as his dripping cock flung out of his shorts. I took it deep in my mouth. My hand caressed his balls but he grabbed my hands and moved it towards his hole. I moaned and groaned on his cock, and I could have shot a load myself in that brief moment.
I gently massaged his hole and dreamed of the moment when I might get to explore it more.
But back to the main point: Matt was fucking horny and wasn't hanging around. He was fucking my throat and grabbing my head with his hands. He stopped for a second and pulled my head off his dick.
"I'm not being too rough am I?" He leant down to kiss me.
I moaned. "Fuck my throat you kind prick!"
He laughed and dragged my head back to his cock. Back and forth he rhythmically moved. I briefly wondered if his van was rocking back and forth and whether anyone outside had an inkling of what was happening inside.
"God I love your mouth mate".
Love. That was a new one. It was an odd time to be wondering if I loved someone. Matt clearly hadn't thought much of it. His eyes were shut as he pounded away. In a few moments time he'd be shooting down my throat and we'd be back on the motorway home.
Yet I did love this. I didn't immediately shut down the thought that was drifting around my mind: that perhaps I loved him.
Matt grabbed my hand and moved it back to his arsehole. I loved how demanding he was becoming, especially if he was demanding me to explore his hole.
I gently stroked his hole and gently held my finger just on the tip of his arse. In the absence of lube or my tongue, I didn't ease in any further.
Matt's pounding sped up as did his groans. He was grabbing my hair firmly now.
"Fuck. Mate. Don't stop. I'm gonna shoot. Oh fuck. Fu---. Fuck."
He shot a hot load. A very wet load. That sort of load that is too horny and urgent to be creamy. It just needs to leave you. And now it was streaming down my throat.
Matt let go of my head but I wasn't done. I slowly sucked back and forth and took every last drop. I loved his dick.
Fuck's sake, Tom. This fucking word: love.
Matt was gently stroking my hair.
"Come on. Let's get home!"
We were both grinning as we left the back of the van and got back in the front.
We both kept smiling all the way home as we chatted about how hot that was and how he owed me one, and how he'd enjoyed his hole being played with.
"You're becoming a good little gay, you know that?" I said.
He laughed. "Maybe I'm enjoying that".
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No, that's why Matt said he owed Tom one
I have thoroughly enjoy this story so far! I’m really glad I found it yesterday. You’ve made me feel so many emotions, and the different states of erection, so many times! You truly have a talent.
Fucking in the back of a van is my shittttt
The drive south continued and even though it was mid-afternoon it was already starting to get dark as the cold, winter December nights drew in.
"So you told me in Glasgow that you were quite looking forward to calming things down a bit".
"Yeah".
"And now you've just spunked down my throat in the back of you van."
Matt burst out laughing. "I mean... sure. But it's different with you. I'm calm doing anything with you".
I held his thigh as he said that. "Thank you. Me too".
"Tell me to fuck off if you want to but do you fancy hanging out tonight?"
"I'd love to! Let's just chill out?"
"Yes please".
Our phones buzzed at the same time. It was Claire.
"Hey guys! You doing anything tonight?" I read it out loud to save Matt the trouble of checking his phone.
Matt laughed: "Tell her, "yes but not you". Ha, no don't do that. That's rude. It's not her fault. Can you write something diplomatic?"
"Sure. I'll write to her privately so it's not too awkward." I read out the message as I wrote it. "Hey Claire, thanks for your message just now. I think we're not going to meet up again. I'm sorry. We genuinely enjoyed it but it wasn't for us. Hope you have fun. Tom. Kiss."
"Nice one".
We got back home and Matt parked up his van. We ran inside to avoid the cold, got up to my flat and I whacked the heating on. Matt ran to get a shower and I put the kettle on.
I heard Matt get out the shower so I made us some food - I had some soup in the freezer which was ideal on a night like this - and we settled on the sofa with candles around us and some shit TV on. Matt's head rested on my stomach while my fingers ran through his hair.
"I should say... If I'm not eating out Claire, I'll be hungry".
"You're so fucking filthy mate! Good job I like it."
"You seemed to like my finger up your arse earlier".
"I did, to be honest. When that guy was massaging me last week I imagined your hands doing that".
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. To be honest, I've long thought about different parts of my body being played with. But when there's nobody in your life at that moment that you trust, you never release yourself like that".
"I totally understand. I wasn't always the bottom bitch that's stroking your hair this evening you know, Matt?"
"Until your Mum showed me your baby photos, I just assumed you came out the womb like that".
We both laughed.
Matt sat up and kissed me. He looked into my eyes and I looked into his. He kissed me again.
"I'd love it if you played with my arse tonight".
"Yeah? Wait, is that why you were straight in the shower earlier?"
Matt laughed and nodded. "Yeah mate".
"You sexy fucker!" I grabbed his head and kissed him.
"I'm not promising anything though."
"I know. And nor should you. You can have thought about this for years but there's still a chance you don't enjoy it. Or you do but it's just weird and we do more another time".
"Thank you".
"Now get your pants off."
Matt laughed and stood up. He dragged me off the sofa, turned the TV off and pulled me next door to my bedroom.
He took off his hoodie and his shorts. He stood naked in front of me. His cock was soft, which was very understandable as he'd shot gallons down my throat just a few hours earlier.
"You're such a beautiful man, you know that?"
Matt smiled. He kissed me. I was so much more affectionate with him than I'd been with anybody before. His hand ran down my cheek.
"How do you want me?"
"Lay down on the bed, face down".
"Arse up?"
"Slut! Not yet".
He laughed and lay down.
I took some oil and massaged his legs. "Don't worry, I won't charge you £50 for this".
Matt smiled and rested his head on my pillow. I oiled up his calves. His legs were stunning. I've likened him before to a football player and it's not a bad comparison. They're so tight. If he was a footballer, you'd spend the whole 90 minutes just looking at them, wondering what sights awaited you underneath the shorts and socks.
And here I was, fully aware of the answers as Matt submitted his body to me. His legs glistened with oil in the low lamp light of my bedroom. I massaged his left calf then his right. Then both together with my palms.
"This feels amazing mate."
"Just don't fall asleep. You'll get the fright of your life when I finger your arsehole".
He laughed and I could see him close his eyes. I worked my way up his legs so that my hands were now firmly massaging his thighs. I wasn't a trained massage therapist but I'd done this quite a few times before. But not with somebody who I cared about so deeply.
I moved from his right thigh to his left. I spread his legs a little and enjoyed moving ever inward with my hands. I couldn't see his cock as he'd placed it under his torso, but I could see his beautiful arse, balls and legs. God, what a gorgeous man.
Although his legs weren't very hairy, there were nice little tufts of hair around his arse. I loved it. I wiped his legs clean with a towel so that the massage oil wouldn't get in the way too much, or potentially damage a condom later on (safety first, kids).
"You doing okay?" I asked.
"Yeah mate it's amazing" he sighed.
I smiled. It is.
I put a little bit of lube on my fore finger and gently placed it on Matt's hole. Matt moaned. I just massaged it to get it wet. No insertion yet. I took the side of my hand and gently moved it up and down his arse crack. I believe some people call this the credit card swipe. Either way, it was clearly relaxing and riling up Matt in equal measure.
I sat over his lower back, facing his arse. I rubbed his legs at the same time, my body falling down as my hands went from his glutes to his thighs to his calves, before coming back up in the opposite direction. I gently spanked his arse. Matt moaned.
I jumped back to sit on my knees between Matt's legs, just south of his arse. I kissed his left cheek. I kissed his right cheek. I kissed his lower back. I kissed his cheeks just above his hole.
I gently rested my tongue on his hole.
"Oh fuck!"
I suddenly felt like Stuart in the original UK Queer As Folk: "Nobody told you about that, did they?". I slowly worked my tongue up and down his hairy hole, each time resting just a little more deeply inside. Then a little more lube, a little more fingering, then back to my tongue.
I could rim Matt all night. If he ended up not taking my cock, I didn't care. This view, this experience, this was amazing.
I got more primal in my rimming. My tongue mixed with my lips and stubble to give Matt's hole a range of textures. Matt was gripping the bedsheets and moaning more and more and more.
I lubed up a finger and gently slid Matt's hole. He slightly pushed me back but only slightly. I held firm, not pushing further but not giving way either.
"Just breathe", I said.
Gradually his arse got comfortable and I eased my finger and back and forth. He got comfortable. My left hand massaged his back while I gently finger fucked him.
"You doing okay?" Matt nodded without really saying anything.
More lube. A second finger. More moans. My fingers were now firmly nestled in Matt's hole and he was taking it like a queen.
I flipped him over. Two fingers straight back in, he went to moan but I kissed him first to feel his moans deep down my throat. I pounded his arse while I kissed his neck, then again his lips. In yet more 1990s cult TV and film references, I was reminded of the hot finger fucking lesbian scene in Bound. That culminated in an orgasm. We weren't there yet.
"You ready to try it?" I asked.
His hand gently reached to my cock. "Yes mate. Slowly!" He laughed.
I smiled. I lubed up his hole some more and put a condom on.
"I'd assumed you'd be on PrEP" Matt said.
"I am. We can discuss bareback in time but for a first encounter this is safe and trusting".
Matt smiled and nodded.
"Now, just relax and breathe. I won't be forcing my way in so if you're just a little unsure and nervous then trust me. If though it's genuinely uncomfortable or painful, tell me". Matt nodded again.
I raised his legs a little.
"I'm staying on my back?" Matt asked.
"I wanna look at you", I smiled.
I looked down at his gorgeous body. His cock was hard and his body so inviting. I eased my cock in slowly slowly slowly, just resting my tip inside his hole.
I could see, hear and feel Matt's breathing. I held my cock there to let his hole resist, then ease. It did so, and I went in further. My vigorous finger fucking had helped. I lubed the back of my cock a little more until I was half way in. He pushed me back a little but only a little.
He smiled. "It's good. Keep going".
I eased in back to where I'd been then went a little further. I slowly fucked him back and forth, going no deeper than I had been. His arse took me quite straightforwardly.
"I think you're finding this a bit too easy" I said.
"Haha. I don't know about that. Just gently". He was still breathing heavily and I could see that he was working hard to relax.
I sped up a little and went a little bit deeper. I was probably about 5 inches in at this point.
"You're doing great."
"Are you fully in?"
"I'm... about five sevenths!"
"Five sevenths?!"
We laughed. I took my opportunity as he was relaxed and laughing to ease in all the way. He moaned.
"Oh wow fuck"
"Now I'm seven sevenths! You feeling okay?"
"Yeah. Mate. Amazing".
I leaned over and kissed him.
"I feel amazing too". I kissed him again.
I leaned back and grabbed his thighs. I started to fuck him harder and his moans intensified.
"Oh mate. Yeah that's it. Oh fuck. Yeah". He started to relax.
It's a wonderful feeling as you see somebody relax and trust you in a way that they've never trusted before. That reward for trusting you as they enjoy and savour the moment. That was mine and Matt's moment right now.
I started to pound him and he took it well. This wasn't completely easy for him but he was feeling new sensations that rose above any issues. He was also rock hard. I grabbed his cock. He brushed me away.
"No mate. Just focus on my arse for now". He laughed and moaned in equal measure as I started to fuck him like I would any hungry bottom, albeit without the added emotional intensity.
It's hard to write moans and groans that sound different. But his moans became more surprised, more arousing, more involuntarily. He was enjoying becoming a bottom.
"I wanna sit you".
We quickly switched positions. I added more lube and he hopped straight on. Within a moment he was cock deep, and suddenly realised that a new position meant a new angle and sensations - good and bad - that he wasn't fully ready for.
"Fuck. That's big!" He eased back, laughing.
"You're good mate. Just build it up slowly".
He gently rode me until he got used to the new position. I took a second to savour the view in front of me. His hair, flopping back and forth. His face, focused on doing this well but also relaxing and grinning with pleasure. His body, glistening with sweat and dripping down his body to his cock, rock hard and dripping pre-cum. Then his legs, wrapped around my hands. I was a fucking lucky man and my smiles showed it.
"Hey", Matt interrupted the silence smiling at me.
"Hey".
I leaned down to kiss me but I was enjoying becoming a dominant top. I pounded him hard while his head was close to mine looking intently at me. His mouth opened as he realised I was fucking his arse and he was taking it like a bitch. He loved it.
His moans got so loud that I was worried Mrs Barnstable in Flat 2 would come up and complain. He never stopped staring deep into my eyes, except to briefly close them as he gasped for air.
"I love you".
He looked deeply into my eyes as he said it. It took me a moment to realise that he'd said it all such was my intense look in his eyes.
I slowed down my fucking and continued to look deeply at him.
"You don't need to say it back if you don't wa..."
"I love you too, Matt".
Matt smiled and there was silence as he sat back on my cock. We were both motionless.
"Wow. Big moment", he said.
"Yeah. I do though. You're incredible Matt and you mean a lot to me. Besides, your arse is fucking fine".
Matt laughed and slapped me playfully. He kissed me.
"What do we do now?" He asked.
I started to pound him again. "We do this, lover boy!".
Matt moaned and assumed the role of rider. He bounced my cock like a pro.
"You can wank my cock now".
I groaned and grabbed it. I tasted the precum in my hands and wanked him vigorously.
"I want my cock in you while you shoot all over me".
Matt smiled. "I won't be long. My arse is starting to get a bit sore anyway".
"I bet it is! You've taken it like a pro".
He kissed me again and sat back up and rode me, albeit with less force than he had previously. I wanked his cock and I could feel it throbbing. I could feel mine throbbing too and I wasn't far from shooting a few days worth.
"Fuck. Mate, I'm close".
I groaned and took my moment for us to come together. His load shot out - this one a little creamier and less urgent than the one a few hours earlier - just a moment before I shot too. Matt's face was one of his own ecstasy realising how own eruption was happening just I was shooting up his arse.
"Fuck. That was hot. What do I do now?" Matt laughed as he asked.
"You gently ease up off me. Then you probably walk awkwardly towards the shower as you realise I've split your arse in half".
We laughed and he did as he was told, kindly wiping me clean with a towel. We showered and got back into our underwear and got straight into bed.
"Had you planned to tell me you love me? I won't be hurt if it was said in the moment".
"I thought about it for a little while mate. I don't say it with a lot of expectations. I don't think we're automatically becoming a couple. But I feel it and I'd rather say it".
"Me too. I love you Matt".
He kissed me on the forehead and we faced each other in bed, stroking each other and smiling.
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"So you told me in Glasgow that you were quite looking forward to calming things down a bit".
"Yeah".
"And now you've just spunked down my throat in the back of you van."
Matt burst out laughing. "I mean... sure. But it's different with you. I'm calm doing anything with you".
I held his thigh as he said that. "Thank you. Me too".
"Tell me to fuck off if you want to but do you fancy hanging out tonight?"
"I'd love to! Let's just chill out?"
"Yes please".
Our phones buzzed at the same time. It was Claire.
"Hey guys! You doing anything tonight?" I read it out loud to save Matt the trouble of checking his phone.
Matt laughed: "Tell her, "yes but not you". Ha, no don't do that. That's rude. It's not her fault. Can you write something diplomatic?"
"Sure. I'll write to her privately so it's not too awkward." I read out the message as I wrote it. "Hey Claire, thanks for your message just now. I think we're not going to meet up again. I'm sorry. We genuinely enjoyed it but it wasn't for us. Hope you have fun. Tom. Kiss."
"Nice one".
We got back home and Matt parked up his van. We ran inside to avoid the cold, got up to my flat and I whacked the heating on. Matt ran to get a shower and I put the kettle on.
I heard Matt get out the shower so I made us some food - I had some soup in the freezer which was ideal on a night like this - and we settled on the sofa with candles around us and some shit TV on. Matt's head rested on my stomach while my fingers ran through his hair.
"I should say... If I'm not eating out Claire, I'll be hungry".
"You're so fucking filthy mate! Good job I like it."
"You seemed to like my finger up your arse earlier".
"I did, to be honest. When that guy was massaging me last week I imagined your hands doing that".
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. To be honest, I've long thought about different parts of my body being played with. But when there's nobody in your life at that moment that you trust, you never release yourself like that".
"I totally understand. I wasn't always the bottom bitch that's stroking your hair this evening you know, Matt?"
"Until your Mum showed me your baby photos, I just assumed you came out the womb like that".
We both laughed.
Matt sat up and kissed me. He looked into my eyes and I looked into his. He kissed me again.
"I'd love it if you played with my arse tonight".
"Yeah? Wait, is that why you were straight in the shower earlier?"
Matt laughed and nodded. "Yeah mate".
"You sexy fucker!" I grabbed his head and kissed him.
"I'm not promising anything though."
"I know. And nor should you. You can have thought about this for years but there's still a chance you don't enjoy it. Or you do but it's just weird and we do more another time".
"Thank you".
"Now get your pants off."
Matt laughed and stood up. He dragged me off the sofa, turned the TV off and pulled me next door to my bedroom.
He took off his hoodie and his shorts. He stood naked in front of me. His cock was soft, which was very understandable as he'd shot gallons down my throat just a few hours earlier.
"You're such a beautiful man, you know that?"
Matt smiled. He kissed me. I was so much more affectionate with him than I'd been with anybody before. His hand ran down my cheek.
"How do you want me?"
"Lay down on the bed, face down".
"Arse up?"
"Slut! Not yet".
He laughed and lay down.
I took some oil and massaged his legs. "Don't worry, I won't charge you £50 for this".
Matt smiled and rested his head on my pillow. I oiled up his calves. His legs were stunning. I've likened him before to a football player and it's not a bad comparison. They're so tight. If he was a footballer, you'd spend the whole 90 minutes just looking at them, wondering what sights awaited you underneath the shorts and socks.
And here I was, fully aware of the answers as Matt submitted his body to me. His legs glistened with oil in the low lamp light of my bedroom. I massaged his left calf then his right. Then both together with my palms.
"This feels amazing mate."
"Just don't fall asleep. You'll get the fright of your life when I finger your arsehole".
He laughed and I could see him close his eyes. I worked my way up his legs so that my hands were now firmly massaging his thighs. I wasn't a trained massage therapist but I'd done this quite a few times before. But not with somebody who I cared about so deeply.
I moved from his right thigh to his left. I spread his legs a little and enjoyed moving ever inward with my hands. I couldn't see his cock as he'd placed it under his torso, but I could see his beautiful arse, balls and legs. God, what a gorgeous man.
Although his legs weren't very hairy, there were nice little tufts of hair around his arse. I loved it. I wiped his legs clean with a towel so that the massage oil wouldn't get in the way too much, or potentially damage a condom later on (safety first, kids).
"You doing okay?" I asked.
"Yeah mate it's amazing" he sighed.
I smiled. It is.
I put a little bit of lube on my fore finger and gently placed it on Matt's hole. Matt moaned. I just massaged it to get it wet. No insertion yet. I took the side of my hand and gently moved it up and down his arse crack. I believe some people call this the credit card swipe. Either way, it was clearly relaxing and riling up Matt in equal measure.
I sat over his lower back, facing his arse. I rubbed his legs at the same time, my body falling down as my hands went from his glutes to his thighs to his calves, before coming back up in the opposite direction. I gently spanked his arse. Matt moaned.
I jumped back to sit on my knees between Matt's legs, just south of his arse. I kissed his left cheek. I kissed his right cheek. I kissed his lower back. I kissed his cheeks just above his hole.
I gently rested my tongue on his hole.
"Oh fuck!"
I suddenly felt like Stuart in the original UK Queer As Folk: "Nobody told you about that, did they?". I slowly worked my tongue up and down his hairy hole, each time resting just a little more deeply inside. Then a little more lube, a little more fingering, then back to my tongue.
I could rim Matt all night. If he ended up not taking my cock, I didn't care. This view, this experience, this was amazing.
I got more primal in my rimming. My tongue mixed with my lips and stubble to give Matt's hole a range of textures. Matt was gripping the bedsheets and moaning more and more and more.
I lubed up a finger and gently slid Matt's hole. He slightly pushed me back but only slightly. I held firm, not pushing further but not giving way either.
"Just breathe", I said.
Gradually his arse got comfortable and I eased my finger and back and forth. He got comfortable. My left hand massaged his back while I gently finger fucked him.
"You doing okay?" Matt nodded without really saying anything.
More lube. A second finger. More moans. My fingers were now firmly nestled in Matt's hole and he was taking it like a queen.
I flipped him over. Two fingers straight back in, he went to moan but I kissed him first to feel his moans deep down my throat. I pounded his arse while I kissed his neck, then again his lips. In yet more 1990s cult TV and film references, I was reminded of the hot finger fucking lesbian scene in Bound. That culminated in an orgasm. We weren't there yet.
"You ready to try it?" I asked.
His hand gently reached to my cock. "Yes mate. Slowly!" He laughed.
I smiled. I lubed up his hole some more and put a condom on.
"I'd assumed you'd be on PrEP" Matt said.
"I am. We can discuss bareback in time but for a first encounter this is safe and trusting".
Matt smiled and nodded.
"Now, just relax and breathe. I won't be forcing my way in so if you're just a little unsure and nervous then trust me. If though it's genuinely uncomfortable or painful, tell me". Matt nodded again.
I raised his legs a little.
"I'm staying on my back?" Matt asked.
"I wanna look at you", I smiled.
I looked down at his gorgeous body. His cock was hard and his body so inviting. I eased my cock in slowly slowly slowly, just resting my tip inside his hole.
I could see, hear and feel Matt's breathing. I held my cock there to let his hole resist, then ease. It did so, and I went in further. My vigorous finger fucking had helped. I lubed the back of my cock a little more until I was half way in. He pushed me back a little but only a little.
He smiled. "It's good. Keep going".
I eased in back to where I'd been then went a little further. I slowly fucked him back and forth, going no deeper than I had been. His arse took me quite straightforwardly.
"I think you're finding this a bit too easy" I said.
"Haha. I don't know about that. Just gently". He was still breathing heavily and I could see that he was working hard to relax.
I sped up a little and went a little bit deeper. I was probably about 5 inches in at this point.
"You're doing great."
"Are you fully in?"
"I'm... about five sevenths!"
"Five sevenths?!"
We laughed. I took my opportunity as he was relaxed and laughing to ease in all the way. He moaned.
"Oh wow fuck"
"Now I'm seven sevenths! You feeling okay?"
"Yeah. Mate. Amazing".
I leaned over and kissed him.
"I feel amazing too". I kissed him again.
I leaned back and grabbed his thighs. I started to fuck him harder and his moans intensified.
"Oh mate. Yeah that's it. Oh fuck. Yeah". He started to relax.
It's a wonderful feeling as you see somebody relax and trust you in a way that they've never trusted before. That reward for trusting you as they enjoy and savour the moment. That was mine and Matt's moment right now.
I started to pound him and he took it well. This wasn't completely easy for him but he was feeling new sensations that rose above any issues. He was also rock hard. I grabbed his cock. He brushed me away.
"No mate. Just focus on my arse for now". He laughed and moaned in equal measure as I started to fuck him like I would any hungry bottom, albeit without the added emotional intensity.
It's hard to write moans and groans that sound different. But his moans became more surprised, more arousing, more involuntarily. He was enjoying becoming a bottom.
"I wanna sit you".
We quickly switched positions. I added more lube and he hopped straight on. Within a moment he was cock deep, and suddenly realised that a new position meant a new angle and sensations - good and bad - that he wasn't fully ready for.
"Fuck. That's big!" He eased back, laughing.
"You're good mate. Just build it up slowly".
He gently rode me until he got used to the new position. I took a second to savour the view in front of me. His hair, flopping back and forth. His face, focused on doing this well but also relaxing and grinning with pleasure. His body, glistening with sweat and dripping down his body to his cock, rock hard and dripping pre-cum. Then his legs, wrapped around my hands. I was a fucking lucky man and my smiles showed it.
"Hey", Matt interrupted the silence smiling at me.
"Hey".
I leaned down to kiss me but I was enjoying becoming a dominant top. I pounded him hard while his head was close to mine looking intently at me. His mouth opened as he realised I was fucking his arse and he was taking it like a bitch. He loved it.
His moans got so loud that I was worried Mrs Barnstable in Flat 2 would come up and complain. He never stopped staring deep into my eyes, except to briefly close them as he gasped for air.
"I love you".
He looked deeply into my eyes as he said it. It took me a moment to realise that he'd said it all such was my intense look in his eyes.
I slowed down my fucking and continued to look deeply at him.
"You don't need to say it back if you don't wa..."
"I love you too, Matt".
Matt smiled and there was silence as he sat back on my cock. We were both motionless.
"Wow. Big moment", he said.
"Yeah. I do though. You're incredible Matt and you mean a lot to me. Besides, your arse is fucking fine".
Matt laughed and slapped me playfully. He kissed me.
"What do we do now?" He asked.
I started to pound him again. "We do this, lover boy!".
Matt moaned and assumed the role of rider. He bounced my cock like a pro.
"You can wank my cock now".
I groaned and grabbed it. I tasted the precum in my hands and wanked him vigorously.
"I want my cock in you while you shoot all over me".
Matt smiled. "I won't be long. My arse is starting to get a bit sore anyway".
"I bet it is! You've taken it like a pro".
He kissed me again and sat back up and rode me, albeit with less force than he had previously. I wanked his cock and I could feel it throbbing. I could feel mine throbbing too and I wasn't far from shooting a few days worth.
"Fuck. Mate, I'm close".
I groaned and took my moment for us to come together. His load shot out - this one a little creamier and less urgent than the one a few hours earlier - just a moment before I shot too. Matt's face was one of his own ecstasy realising how own eruption was happening just I was shooting up his arse.
"Fuck. That was hot. What do I do now?" Matt laughed as he asked.
"You gently ease up off me. Then you probably walk awkwardly towards the shower as you realise I've split your arse in half".
We laughed and he did as he was told, kindly wiping me clean with a towel. We showered and got back into our underwear and got straight into bed.
"Had you planned to tell me you love me? I won't be hurt if it was said in the moment".
"I thought about it for a little while mate. I don't say it with a lot of expectations. I don't think we're automatically becoming a couple. But I feel it and I'd rather say it".
"Me too. I love you Matt".
He kissed me on the forehead and we faced each other in bed, stroking each other and smiling.
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