A friendly delivery guy

[burton5045]

It was a pretty ordinary day at work (from home) without much happening. A delivery driver dropped a parcel in during the morning. He didn't excite me that much...

I was quite relaxed about this evening. Maybe I should be nervous, but everything that had gone before told me I had no need to be.

I was already feeling pretty horny long before Matt arrived. I hadn't come in a couple of days. I love building up a load. That sense of anticipation, that longing, that literal dripping as you see a hot guy in the gym or read a hot LPSG story (especially those with "cringey" ones with exaggerated elements). Sure enough my next load would be a pretty big one.

Matt arrived at around 7:30pm. He took his trainers off and left them at door. He had a striped t-shirt on with particularly short sleeves, jeans and now some white ankle socks.

"Hey!" He gave me a warm embrace as he came through my door.

"I don't know what you drink. I brought some beers".

"Thanks Matt! Beer is great with me".

Over dinner, we discussed our days and he was very kind about my average food. I'd made some simple chicken on top of some new potatoes and some greens.

Matt talked to me about how he still lives with his brother and his wife and child.

"They've been so great to me. When Emma was really ill, they told me that I could stay with them for as long as I needed to. I think we all thought that would be a few weeks then I'd head home and sort my shit out. Then covid came and it was a lockdown, so I rented out our flat to a colleague who had a vulnerable relative who needed to isolate, and I just stayed with my brother. I wouldn't say it was ideal! But better than being on my own."

"I can relate to that."

Living alone during the lockdowns had been a lonely and difficult experience.

"Did you think about living with someone else? Family or friends?" Matt asked.

"I definitely thought about it. But there just wasn't an option for me. Other friends live in similar nice but small 1-bed flats to me. I love my family but they live miles away and have downsized for retirement, so it would have been tight".

"Yeah. I can imagine it was lonely".

"Yeah". I replied. "But it was difficult in different ways for everyone. I didn't have a moment where I wasn't alone. But I know friends who didn't have a moment where they weren't right in someone's space. One mate had 3 kids in a small house, the oldest of whom was 4. He fucking adores his children, but even he was going crazy a few weeks in".

"You're very understanding to think about it like that". Matt suggested.

"I might be now. At the time, I was a miserable shit. Endlessly bored. Endlessly horny. Government didn't really think about the needs of the horny Grindr browsers".

Matt laughed. "And now we've some freedoms back, you're making up for it?"

"Occasionally". I smiled.

We finished dinner, and agreed to watch an action film that had recently gone on Netflix that Matt had wanted to see for a while. I got us both a beer, and we sat on the sofa. I intentionally sat at the opposite side, and popped some popcorn on the middle seat between us.

The film was pretty good to be fair. A getaway driver is thrown into an unfortunate set of circumstances when a heist goes wrong. With a car full of cash and no idea who framed him, it’s up to him to figure out what happened, even though he’s no idea who to trust.

We'd finished the popcorn and I moved the bowl to the floor.

"Do you mind if I put my feet on the sofa?" Matt asked.

"Make yourself at home. Rest them on my legs if you want to stretch out".

"Thanks but I'm alright - I'll just steal the middle spot". He curled his feet up. I've never had a feet fetish, but Matt was testing my aversion in that moment.

The film continued. The getaway driver had been unknowingly tailed by a motorcyclist, who was now shooting at him. Thankfully, he managed to outmaneuver him and escape. He found somebody he suspected of double crossing him and forced him into his car at gunpoint.

"Cheery film, isn't it!" I quipped. Matt laughed.

I went to the bathroom, and came back via the fridge, getting us both another beer. Matt gratefully accepted the beer as I sat down.

He rearranged his cushion so that he was facing across the sofa. He smiled at me as he moved his feet to lie across my legs, looking at me to check it was okay. I smiled and nodded.

I now had one hand on my beer and one hand on his calves. His legs were wonderfully tight. I knew Matt enjoyed going to the gym, and spent plenty time deadlifting heavy boxes for work. The result was legs that really wouldn't be out of place on a footballer.

The getaway driver has just found a tracking device in one of the bags of money, and so decided to take all of them out of the car and set them on fire.

"Fuck! I wouldn't have done that". Matt said.

His legs were now firmly nestled on top of mine, with both my arms rested on his calves. I moved one arm slightly above his knee so that it was resting on his thigh. I wasn't purposefully looking to tease him. It was just more comfortable for my arm.

Matt's jeans had moved up a little as he had shuffled on the sofa, and combined with his ankle socks he was showing me a nice patch of calf to rub. I relaxedly and rhythmically moved my hands so that they massaged his legs just a little. I glanced sideways to make sure Matt wasn't uncomfortable. He was enthralled in the film and clearly very comfortable. As was I.

The film had taken a dark turn. A gang leader who wants his money now has the getaway driver's daughter. I carried on enjoying the film, while nonchalantly gently massaging Matt's legs. As the getaway driver got more and more panicked, Matt looked ever more comfortable.

"Enjoying yourself?" Matt asked as he looked over at my hands.

"Sorry! Just a natural habit. I'm not trying to "woo" you".

"Haha. It's alright. It feels nice actually".

"Don't say that. I'll be wanking you off by the end of the movie".

Matt laughed and finished his beer. "This is probably the most intimacy I've had in about 3 years to be fair".

It was a throwaway line, but fucking hell. That cut me quite deeply. Poor guy.

He went to the fridge himself and brought us back the last two beers of the pack. He sat back down, resting his legs exactly where they'd been, pointedly looking at me until I put my hands back exactly how they had been before he stood up. He smiled. I liked how comfortable he felt around me.

The getaway driver had discovered that rival gangs had been trying to deceive him and get the money. He had cleverly led them to each other, where one gang wiped out the other and his daughter escaped. The film ended with the driver and his daughter walking away hand in hand.

We both smiled at the happy ending.

"I enjoyed that" I said.

"Yeah me too." Matt replied.

He stretched his arms out and stifled a yawn.

"Fair play mate, I'm really fucking comfortable now" he laughed. "I could just fall asleep". He curled over on his front, showing his fucking beautiful arse.

"You can, if you like. You're welcome to stay over anytime".

He smiled at me.

"It is a comfy sofa, to be fair". He said.

"I've a big bed and I'm a heavy sleeper. You could just jump in with me. I wouldn't force my cock in your mouth in the middle of the night, don't worry."

Matt laughed. "Keep stroking my legs like that mate and you'd not have to force me".

We both laughed.

Matt continued. "Thank you, but I'll head home. Early start tomorrow".

He stood up and as he got to the door put his trainers on.

"Tom, thank you. I had a great night."

He gave me a hug.

"You give fucking great hugs, you know that?" I said, still in his arms.

He laughed, and as he pulled away I could see him grinning cheekily at me in a way that made my heart melt and my arse twinge.

"You're easily pleased! Goodnight mate".

"Goodnight Matt".

I watched his hot arse walk down the stairs.

My cock was naturally semi-erect at the physical contact I'd just shared with him. I moaned in agonising pleasure.

I logged onto Grindr, seeing if anybody was nearby. A new message came in from a guy who was 200m away.

"Hey mate, you seem close. Do you want a blowjob? No lights, no faces. Dark room BJ. Walk in, unzip, give me your load and go".

Just what the doctor ordered.

I gave it a few minutes before leaving just to make sure Matt had actually gone far enough away. I got to the guy's door within 5 minutes, my cock still semi hard from being with Matt and now from the excitement of what was to come.

The door was unlocked. I walked in, shut it behind me. It was dark but there was a still a bit of light from the passage window. I heard a whisper from the door to the left.

"In here".

I walked in. Ah. This was genuinely dark.

"Hey" I heard him whisper.

I undid my belt and my top jeans button, and pulled my zipper down. He did the rest, pulling my jeans down to my ankles. Keeping my pants on, he started to feel around my cock, sniffing my crotch.

I gently felt his head. He was bald: maybe an older guy. His head was very smooth, like he took care of himself. I felt around and felt a hint of stubble. His hands felt my thighs and I could hear his heavy breathing to signal his horn.

He pulled my pants down and he groaned as my dick popped out. I'm about 7 inches, uncut with trimmed dark pubes. My balls hang quite nicely below my dick. I'm not the most hung guy in the world but everything is nicely proportioned.

"Fuck. Yes", he whispered as my cock hit his face.

His hands left me and there was a brief second where I couldn't feel anything on me or near me. As I got ever so slightly nervous about what he was going to do to me, I felt his mouth surround my cock and without hesitation he was deepthroating me to the very base.

"Oh my fucking god!" I gasped and grabbed his head and kept it at the base of my dick.

He slowly pulled his head back and quickly rammed it to the base again. My cock was already soaking with his saliva and my pre-cum. This guy was good.

He spat on my cock as if it needed anymore lubricating and deep throated me again.

He gently eased his hands around to my arse and encouraged me to thrust my cock in his mouth. Gently and rhythmically I bounced back and forth on his throat, his moans increasing the deeper I got.

Part of me wanted him to stop, to savour the moment and feel his tongue explore the rest of my body. But he was too good at just doing this that I didn't dare stop him.

I leant back against the wall. His mouth was so smooth, he glided over my cock with his tongue and it was so nice.

He brought his hand into play, sucking me deep and then as his mouth retreated his hand took over. Then mouth, then hand. A master craftsman.

I could feel my cock pulsing and I wanted to reward him with my load. I moaned more loudly as his mouth and hand worked in perfect motion.

"I'm close" I whispered. He moaned and sped up. My cock was soaking wet as he continually went deep with his mouth.

"Oh fuck. Fuck. Ohhh. Ahh. Fuuuuccck".

I shot. And kept on shooting. It just didn't stop. I could hear him struggling to take it all in. I went to retreat, out of politeness and concern for his welfare, but he grabbed my arse and pushed my cock right down his throat. He moaned with pleasure as he took my load.

He eventually let my cock go, only to suck it again. He eased my head back over the tip, which dragged a bit more out. He sucked me a little bit more.

"Fuck. What a load", he gasped.

I pulled my pants up and shook his hand (cos I'm a gent). He laughed and patted my crotch.

I walked out and checked my phone. It was just 5 mins since I'd entered. Fucking love blowjobs like that. I get relief, he gets a meal and nobody gets hurt.

My phone buzzed. It was Matt.

"I've just got home mate. Thanks for a really sweet evening and for cooking. Do it again soon? X"

Yes please.

Hey man, your story is fucking awesome. How do you feel after your last interaction?
The fact that he let you rest his hand on his leg for so long intrigues me, as im sure it intrigued you as well.
And then his text about doing it again soon followed by an X. Can't wait to hear more! When are you two going to hang out again?

 

[bas_nl]

What a story!! Thanks a lot, @fmman

 

[Chilldan]

Great story bro!

 

[tatibeautybrook]

Amazing! Can't wait for the next part.

 

[Jordan88]

"Hey!" He gave me a warm embrace as he came through my door.

"I don't know what you drink. I brought some beers".

"Thanks Matt! Beer is great with me".

Got a bit confused there... I assume that's supposed to say Tom.

 

[Inkzuku]

Got a bit confused there... I assume that's supposed to say Tom.

It might be confusing but it makes sense. It's still supposed to say Matt because the previous dialogue is Matt saying he brought beer. Tom wouldn't be saying he brought something if the meeting was at his house lol.

 

[Jordan88]

Got a bit confused there... I assume that's supposed to say Tom.

It might be confusing but it makes sense. It's still supposed to say Matt because the previous dialogue is Matt saying he brought beer. Tom wouldn't be saying he brought something if the meeting was at his house lol.

Ahh... I misread that Tom said "I bought some beers"

 

[kitzakos]

Easily my favourite story on this forum to date.

I really like how Tom & Matt have become such good friends and are so comfortable with each other. I'm also glad that Tom isn't purely just lusting for Matt or taking advantage of the situation (although perhaps hinting at times to get a reaction out of Matt? *wink wink*).

Gay and straight men can definitely develop a strong bond/relationship without it being awkward or having to lead to something sexual, as, to be fair, some people genuinely believe that gay men have an agenda and it always comes down to trying to "trick" or "convert" them, have sex orgies etc, lol.

Really looking forward to the next part of the story!

 

[keitaroalien]

I dont normally comment coz im a silent reader but this is so far the best story for me here in lpsg. Those pure sex and lusty stories are fun but can be boring honestly. The focus on emotional connection between the two characters makes it one of a kind.

 

[arnoldjmiles]

A couple of days passed and it was a pretty crisp and cool Saturday morning. I was enjoying a coffee and the newspaper.

I exchanged a few messages with the dark room sucker the morning after he'd taken my load. It turns out he was visiting with work and renting an Airbnb. He might return occasionally and would love to suck me sometime. I told him if he wants to stay local, I'd love to drop by again.

I contacted Matt to see how he was doing.

"Hey Matt, how's your weekend going?"

A few minutes passed without reply so I jumped in the shower. I was feeling quite happy with my body at the moment. I'm not "toned" but I carry myself quite well. I'm slim, with a hint of definition. Nothing like Matt but quite appealing to some guys.

I was tall, and taller than the vast majority of guys I hooked up with. I was a bit taller than Matt, who was probably around 6ft 2. I washed my body and my cock, probably about 3in soft and 7in hard. I trimmed my pubic hair and shaved my balls roughly once a week. I kept my facial hair to long stubble length. My hair on top was brown and not too dissimilar to Matt's, although his was a bit darker.

I got out of the shower and dried myself off. I got into a nice green tee, with a casual green shirt over the top of it. I went for black CK trunks today, with blue jeans and white socks.

I sat back down and Matt was online and had replied.

"Hey! I'm good thanks mate. Just got out of the shower".

Oh, to see him in a towel.

"Nice. Same! What are you up to today?"

"I'm working in a bit mate, helping an old colleague move their stuff to their new office. I'm free later on though, I was wondering if you fancy a drink tonight?"

"That'd be great".

"I want to try this new bar that has live music on a Saturday and nice beers and cocktails. How about we start there?X"

That's right. Me and Matt were on "signing our messages with a kiss" terms now.

I'd thoroughly enjoyed our evening earlier this week. My earlier lustful thoughts were clearly still there. I thought him fucking beautiful. Not just in his basic physical appearance, although that certainly helped, but his manner too. His cheeky grin floored me.

But there was a softness and warmth that overtaken that in recent weeks. For all I'd happily talk of having him pound my arse or whatever, if he actually came over right now and lopped his cock out and told me to suck him, I'd sit him down and talk to him about it first. OBVIOUSLY then I'd let him pound me...

But I cared about him and how he gradually started to move on and experience intimacy again. I was under no illusions: that intimacy would be with somebody else, not me.

And yet the other night *was* intimate. Matt probably hadn't chilled in front of the TV while having somebody casually rubbed his legs since Emma. Just because he hadn't stuck his tongue down my throat didn't make it meaningless. He was comfortable and happy. I was comfortable and happy.

I'd wondered why Matt was so comfortable. A plus of me being a slut is that Matt is probably less concerned about taking advantage. If Matt comes over once in a while and gets a bit touchy with me but doesn't do anything more than that, I'm not going to cry. If he gets a bit touchy with me only to save his actual intimacy and sex for girls, I'm not going to cry. Or if I do, it'll only be to guilt trip him into letting me watch...

No, this is good. It's nice and I'm enjoying this turn of events since I thought he was just a cheeky lad I'd love to get on my knees for.

"That sounds amazing. See you later!x" I replied.

With a kiss.

 

[Harley86]

Loving this tale so far

 

[tatibeautybrook]

I LOVE IT! Keep us updated with the good work.

 

[jared]

Love this story !!! Keep it up .

 

[Jason]

Great story, well written.

 

[outsider798]

Great story, well written, keep it up!

 

[Adam-reborn]

Great story!! Keep going!

 

[arnoldjmiles]

I'd had a productive day of laundry, gym and changing my bedsheets. I'd checked in with Matt that this place we were going to was pretty chilled and not too formal. Confirming that it was, I stayed in my green overshirt and t-shirt, jeans and trainers.

I was quite grateful for the fact Matt had suggested a live music bar for tonight. Much though I've loved my time with him, we've not spent much time talking. The other day was a movie. The longest conversation we've had has been about his now dead wife...

I reassured myself that there was no need to be nervous and even if there was, it would only make it harder.

I arrived before Matt. I got us a table with a nice view of a small stage, which had a pianist, a percussionist, a singer and a bass player playing some pretty smooth jazz. It was spontaneous playing rather than individual songs. They were impressive.

Matt arrived a few minutes after me.

"Hey!"

"Hey Matt. Nice choice. This bar is amazing".

"Yeah! I'm impressed. I'll go to the bar. What do you fancy to drink, Tom?"

"Ooh. I'll have whatever you're having - surprise me".

Matt was gone a few minutes. It was a busy night and the bar was packed. There were probably around 100 people here. Lots of groups, but mainly groups of 2. Probably couples. Maybe they thought we were a couple?

Calm yourself down, Tom.

Matt came back with a bottle of red wine and two glasses.

"Fair play - that is a surprise".

"Is this okay?"

"Yes!", I replied. "I just didn't have you down as a red wine man".

"Maybe you shouldn't be so presumptuous about me", Matt smiled in reply.

He poured two glasses.

"Cheers. To friends and music and doing things again". Matt said.

"Cheers!".

The band were still playing the same "song". They could continue their entire set in this one mix of solos, harmonising and soul. It was beautiful. The bass player would get 90 seconds to showcase his talents with only gentle backing from the best, then the percussionist would do her thing, the singer their thing then the pianist his. It was exemplary playing. They'd each use their time doing gentle backing as an opportunity to sip a quick glug of wine or whisky.

"This was a really good shout, Matt. How come you chose it?" I asked.

"I heard about it before covid. Emma had been interested. Then everything happened and covid hit and I/we never got the chance to go. My mates wouldn't come to a place like this and my brother is too busy with my niece. So when the two of us got friendly, it seemed a good chance to visit".

"I'm flattered. It's a wonderful place."

"Yeah. It is. And I'm off work tomorrow, so let's go wild!"

"Haha. What's your definition of wild?" I asked.

"Hahahaha. To be honest, after the last couple of years I've no fucking idea. I mean, I love my brother and sister in law and I adore my niece... but I don't really know what my social life is right now".

"I think... it's drinking a bottle of red wine in a romantic jazz bar with a gay", I suggested.

"Haha, you might be right".

We clinked glasses again, this time in jest.

We enjoyed the jazz without much conversation for another half an hour or so before they took a break.

"Thanks again for coming around the other night. I really enjoyed it." I said.

"No, thank you mate! It was so good to get out the house and just chill out."

"What did you tell your brother?" I asked.

"I just said the truth. I was going around a mate's house to watch a film".

"You didn't say it was a gay guy?"

"No. I didn't hide it. If he'd asked who you were, I'd have told him".

"Told him what?" I smiled as I asked.

"That you're a guy that likes massaging calves and cooks a pretty decent chicken". Matt grinned as he replied.

"Hahahahaha".

"No, seriously, I'd just say who you were and how we met. I don't feel any need to hide who I see or what I do or get upto." Matt said.

"Even to your mate who made those comments about me?" I asked.

"Especially to him! He knows we've gotten friendly. He's asked me about it and it's cool. People like him aren't inherently homophobic; they're just ignorant. Up to people like me and you to change that".

Matt was such an emotionally mature man. I smiled, almost tearfully. I didn't want to go down a long road of conversation about allies, but it was great how he spoke.

"Thank you", I humbly offered, smiling at him. "Now, I believe it's my turn to go to the bar. What would you like?".

"Your turn to surprise me mate. Whatever you're having".

I returned with two espresso martinis.

"If you're having a late night, you should have some caffeine!"

Matt laughed. "Wow! I've never had one. Well, cheers".

We both sipped the joyous mix of coffee, sweetness and liqueur. It was silky smooth with a subtle kick to it.

"Fair play mate. That's tasty," Matt said.

"Glad you like it!"

The jazz act kicked back in. This set was more up tempo, with a few more vocal numbers brought in. A bit of Van Morrison, some Robert Johnson... it was a perfect accompaniment to the evening.

As we finished the espresso martini, the music was still in full swing. It was around 11pm.

"Do you want another drink, Matt? And do you want to stay here or go somewhere else?" I asked.

"What would you like to do? What would you normally do?"

"I'd normally head to my favourite gay bar, the one you saw me at a few weeks ago".

"Are straight guys welcome there?"

"Sure! Anyone's welcome there. Not many straight guys tend to go but not because they're not welcome. Way more straight women go. Hen parties and loud girl groups. Annoying but nice at the same time".

"Ha. So I'd be more likely to pull than you?" Matt asked.

"You'd always be more likely to pull than me!"

Matt laughed and shrugged off the compliment.

"Would it be weird for you if I came to a gay bar?"

"Not weird for me at all. I guess I'm just curious as to why you'd want to".

"I think I'm just intrigued to see what the atmosphere is like. I think my mates probably assume it's all orgies and rainbow flags but I'm guessing it's just a nice and friendly vibe except with a bunch of guys rather than mixed?"

"Yeah, I mean your mates are half right. There's rainbow flags everywhere! Orgies happen in other bars after dark. I won't take you there, don't worry."

"So the bar you would take me to, what's it like?"

"It's just a nice place for a dance, a drink. Not a nice espresso martini or a red wine like here... more a cheap lager or crap rum and coke... but it's friendly, welcoming and a safe space to have a good night".

"Okay... I'm game if you are?"

"Sure?"

"Definitely! It sounds fun".

We got ourselves sorted and left the jazz bar, giving a cheery wave and nod to the excellent musicians on stage. Where we going did *not* have the same level of musical showmanship.

We walked for 10 minutes or so to get from bars A to B. It had definitely got colder. There was a real chill in the air, and those girls who were wearing the shortest of skirts were definitely regretting it as the night drew in. Matt rubbed his hands to keep himself warm.

We got to the bar and the bouncer recognised me and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I introduced him to Matt, who gave him a firm handshake instead. I laughed and we went inside.

It was full but not super crowded. We couldn't get a seat but we didn't need one. I got us two beers and we stood between the bar and the main dance floor.

"Well, welcome!" I said.

"It's busy! Do you know people here?"

I scanned the room. I recognised half a dozen people. One or two friends, plus a few hookups. I gave a friendly wave to a mate who caught my eye.

"Yeah, a few" I smiled.

"Friends or fucks?"

"Hahaha. A mixture...". I replied.

"I'm not judging by the way, just curious".

"No it's fine! I won't betray confidences though. I'm sexually open in general but I keep the actual personal things private" I said.

Matt nodded and smiled.

"Are you feeling alright in here? Your masculinity feels okay?" I cheekily asked.

Matt grinned. Fucking hell, my arse twinges when he does that.

"Haha, no I'm feeling good. It's a nice vibe here. Friendlier than most bars I know".

I passed Matt my beer as I headed off to the toilet. I came back to see that one of my (platonic) friends was talking to Matt.

"Fucking hell, I leave you for 2 minutes and you're talking to the biggest queer here". I joked, and gave my friend a kiss on the cheek. I remembered that he'd been with me a few weeks earlier when Matt had neutralised that issue with his mate.

"Heyyyyy Tom. Nice to see you. I was just thanking your friend for being an ally, of course. And how do you two gorgeous men know each other?"

I was about to answer when Matt came in first.

"This kind man let me take a piss in his toilet when I was working in the area, and we just became mates from there".

"Oh he lets anybody piss in his area sweetheart, I wouldn't take it as a measure of his kindness".

We both laughed. He gave us both a kiss on the cheek and left.

"He seems nice".

"Oh he's an angel. Although he's probably off to the sauna as I say that".

"Really? What happens there?"

"What doesn't happen there? You can go there and chill out with a beer and watch some porn, you can sit in a hot tub, you can have a private room and fuck somebody, you can go into the dark area and just let whoever is there do what they like, you could get your cock sucked at a gloryhole... anything you want so long as it's filthy." I smiled.

"Oh wow. And you've been?"

"No, not really. Been in one once abroad out of curiosity for a walk around. But although I'm quite slutty, I'm more personal and intimate. I like the build up of feeling, the vibe I get from someone, the relationship. I don't like the randomness of the experience."

"That's the most thoughtful definition of a slut I've heard" Matt joked.

"Hahahaha. Probably. Anyway, we've been stationary for too long. Shall we dance?"

Perfect timing, as Erasure's "A Little Respect" blasted throughout the bar. Matt looked so relaxed as he danced his hot little arse off. His hair was quite floppy in the sweaty bar and he was having a great time.

We screamed the chorus together and the music drifted into Abba.

"The tunes are better in here!" Matt shouted.

He gave me a hug and he was smiling broadly. He went to the bar and got us another beer. We found a spot that was a bit quieter and had a break from dancing.

"Cheers! This has been a great night" I said.

"Agreed. Cheers!" Matt.

A couple of guys came over. I'd seen them on Grindr before - they're a horny couple and they'd chatted to me a few times online. After some pleasantries, they got to the point.

"So we live nearby and we're gonna head home soon. Do you want to come back and chill out with us?" They asked.

"Thanks guys, but we're okay" I replied.

"Hmmm okay. And how about you", one of them said looking at Matt.

"Thanks, but I'm good with this guy. Have a good night guys" Matt replied.

They left, a little disgruntled.

"Nicely handled. I've seen them on Grindr - they're fine, just forever horny".

"Yeah, I noticed! How are you feeling by the way? Another drink or do you wanna head home?" Matt asked.

"I'm probably done and ready to sleep soon. Shall we head?" I suggested.

We agreed, drank up and made our way to the door. We live in similar parts of the city so walked from the bar together.

"It's bloody cold now" said Matt.

He was right. The temperature had definitely dropped and we both had goosebumps on our arms. Thankfully we had our beer, wine and cocktail jackets on.

"The offer is still there if you wanna crash at mine, you know? We could have a nightcap or you can just get some sleep without being woken up early by your niece".

"Haha, she will totally do that. She jumps on my bed every morning if she's up before me. Erm...

He was clearly contemplating it.

"Yeah alright if you really don't mind?"

"Of course not!" I replied.

We got back to my flat. It was still quite chilly. I encouraged Matt to make himself comfortable.

"Whisky?" I asked.

"Yeah alright! Thanks."

I brought us both a nice whisky. We clinked glasses one last time tonight.

"Thanks Tom for a really good night. I've felt more relaxed than I have in ages". Matt sat down and put us feet up.

I joined him on the sofa. "Me too, I had a blast. That jazz bar was amazing".

"The gay bar was amazing!" Matt exclaimed.

"Ha. The gay bar was a gay bar. They're like that every night".

"Do you get propositioned by horny couples every night?"

I smiled.

"Probably quite regularly! Gays are horny. But some people go out looking to hookup. They spend all night browsing Grindr or scanning for a piece of arse. I just look for a good time with friends and hookups I sort out elsewhere".

"When did you last hookup? Sorry if that's too personal".

"No it's fine. Ask me anything. As in, at a bar? Years ago. Before covid."

"And online?"

I suddenly remembered when it was, and smiled.

"Ha. Erm..." I continued. "It was about 10 minutes after you left my flat the other night..."

Matt laughed, half-choking on his whisky.

"Really? Tell me everything".

(Dear reader, I didn't tell him *every* detail. You can enjoy that for yourselves earlier in this thread...)

"Ha. Well, I was just feeling pretty horny. And a guy who was nearby had a flat and he offered me a blowjob. He didn't want to be seen. So the lights were off, I could just walk in, get a nice BJ, and shoot. And to be fair, he was really great."

"Well fair play mate. It's not me, but I can see why that's a pretty sweet deal".

I was tempted to ask what *is* him, but I didn't dare.

"Did you do anything to him?"

"No, it was solely one way. He didn't want anything else. It's a common turn on, to give pleasure. I have it a lot".

"You do?"

"Yeah! I don't mean this just sexually. I rubbed your calves last night because I sensed it was nice for you to receive and nice for you to give".

A slightly awkward moment followed, as we were maybe both a bit reluctant to ask any more sexual questions. I knew it was something Matt was comfortable discussing about me, but probably not about his own. Because - I suspect - he didn't know the answers.

"Don't worry, when all the lights are off tonight I won't get on my knees and blow you".

Matt laughed.

"A warm bed will do me. Do you want me to go to bed now so you can nip out and get a BJ from that guy?"

We both smiled.

"I am probably ready for bed to be honest, Matt. Do you need anything? I've got a spare toothbrush that's new. I'll get you a towel and a glass of water. Anything else?"

"No, all good. Are you absolutely sure you don't mind?"

"Not at all! It's been nice to have the company. You can get ready first if you like".

He went to the bathroom, a small ensuite next to the bedroom. I nipped into my bedroom to make sure that everything was clean and tidy. I was grateful that I'd changed the sheets earlier so everything was fresh.

Matt came back in, still clothed. Even though he was relaxed and comfortable around me, I could see slight nerves as he wondered what to do and where to go.

"Erm, okay. Which side do you normally sleep on?" Matt asked.

My bed went up against the right side wall.

"I usually sleep away from the wall, but you go wherever you like. I'll not be long".

I went into the bathroom while presumably Matt undressed and got into bed. I had a piss, brushed my teeth and splashed some water on my face. I thankfully didn't smell too sweaty after a long night, and I didn't feel excessively drunk. I don't think Matt did either.

I came back in, and Matt was already in bed on the side against the wall. He had the covers pulled up to his chin, with his hands above the duvet. He looked beautiful. Much though I'd been in the room to see him undress, it was just as nice seeing him in my bed. He had a peaceful smile that hinted at the night he'd just enjoyed. His hair was very floppy now.

"Hey Tom" he said quietly.

"Hey" I smiled. "I usually sleep in my underwear. Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah that's fine, I'm the same. It is a bit cold though!"

"Haha sorry, I'll hurry up. You'll warm up".

I slipped off my shirt, t-shirt, socks and jeans. Thankfully, I was quite chilled and so wasn't boasting a boner as I got into bed. Matt looked slightly away out of politeness.

"Have you ever slept with a man before?" I asked.

He paused, as if genuinely questioning if he had.

"Not like this. Me and my brother did occasionally as kids but that's different obviously. A few shared tents at festivals and stuff, but that's it."

"Cool. Are you feeling okay now? It's one thing being comfortable having a coffee with me, it's another being half naked next to me. I totally understand if you feel a bit off".

"Thanks Tom, but I genuinely feel fine. I'll be asleep in no time. You've been so cool with me and I feel good. Looking forward to warming up and getting some sleep. One thing I'm a little wary about I guess... I don't know what I'm like at night. I might be still, I might fidget, I might snore, I might try and spoon, I have no idea...!"

I laughed. "Don't worry, if you end up spooning me I'll push you away if it's warm. Do the same to me. I dunno what I'll be like. With platonic gay friends I sometimes like spooning them but if that's too weird I get it".

"Haha, I dunno. I'll nudge you in the ribs if it is".

I got the light. Matt spoke in the darkness.

"Goodnight Tom. I think I spend a lot of time thanking you, and sometimes I'm not sure what for. But thank you mate. Genuinely".

He held my hand tightly. I gripped and held it back.

"Goodnight Matt".

 

[tatibeautybrook]

Another beautiful chapter. Thank you.

 

[bas_nl]

Lovely!!

 

[Stephenmass]

I enjoy the respect given both ways.