Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom

Because we went to bed early, I awoke pretty early. Matt’s head was still on my chest and I could feel a cold puddle of drool on there as well. I gently pushed him off me and took a shower. I took my time in the bathroom and when I got out, Matt was still sleeping like a baby. It was 7:04 AM and I decided to go downstairs for breakfast. I left a little note on my pillow so he would know where to find me and off I went.

I grabbed a coffee, juice, scrambled eggs, toast and some fruit and I sat down. I looked at the clientele and there was a nice mix of business people and tourists. The tourists seemed to mainly be well-dressed gay couples. I took a sip of coffee and when I put the cup down Dave and Nat were standing in front of me. Nat wore a grey T-shirt with a black print of “YOU WISH”. Dave wore a white long sleeve shirt that again showed off his arms, chest and shoulders. He also wore a green cap. They both wore jeans, Nat in black, Dave in blue.

“Good morning!” they said in unison.

“Good morning”, I replied. They sat down at my table, which was for four.

“Matt hungover?”, Dave asked.

“Still sleeping at least.”

“You doing OK?”, Nat wanted to know.

“I’m fine, I wasn’t even that drunk! Are you two OK?”

“I had a great sleep”, Nat said, “I finally feel like I fully arrived in this time zone”.

“I have a small headache, but that’ll be relieved after some coffee”, Dave said.

They both got up to the breakfast buffet and I caught myself checking out Dave’s ass as he walked away, like I always do with Matt. I think Matt’s ass is just that little bit nicer, probably because he is shorter than Dave. Matt’s ass stands out further from the side, because his body is probably more dense.

Not much later Matt also joined us, in a tight black T-shirt, tight jeans and a blue cap. He looked incredibly hot, even though he felt the cap was necessary to hide his hungover face and morning hair. As he sat down next to me I saw the large white elastic band of a classic jockstrap. Underneath I saw the tiniest bit of asscrack before the top of his jeans started. Throughout breakfast I caressed his back and slowly moved my hand down, teasing and caressing that little piece of asscrack. Throughout breakfast he kept winking at me and biting his lip. I’m pretty sure we both had boners under the table.

By the end of the morning we went to the rugby field, which was on Treasure Island. An Uber brought us past the tall buildings in the Financial District and onto the I-80 bridge. We were at the rugby field in 30 minutes. On the way there, Dave and Matt discussed the teams that were about to play, pretty much saying US rugby teams were crap.

“But to be honest, very few countries do rugby well”, Dave said as he looked at me.

The match was actually quite fun to watch. Burly men in short shorts tumbling all over each other and even pulling each other’s shorts down. It did seem like a rough sport, so for me it would stay with just watching. Dave and Matt were totally into it, cheering, clapping and even shouting at the players. I could tell they were having a great time, reliving what they used to do back home in Australia.

Afterwards we obviously had to have some more beers, although I was watching Matt carefully. Dave talked about how he thought of Matt every time a training spot becomes available in the Australian league.

“But I never tell you about it, because I’m not sure you would be... you know...”

“You’re not sure I could handle the pressure?”, Matt filled in. “I think you would be right.”

“And now that you found this fella”, Dave nodded his head toward me, “I’m not sure you’d come back home for anything.”

“He is worth sticking around for”, Matt replied and looked straight at me as he caressed my side.

“That’s what I thought”, Dave said. “But just because I still feel like you belong somewhere in rugby... Let me show you this.”

Dave showed something on his phone. Matt and I both looked. It was an ad that looked for a rugby trainer for a team consisting of gay, bi and trans men. In San Francisco.

“I’m not going to lie, that sounds pretty good.”

“I know, right?”, Dave smiled. “Pressure’s off, because it’s American rugby...”, he turned to me, “No offense.”

I laughed.

“None taken.”

“It’s in San Francisco though, that’s still 2 hours from where we live.”

“Just... think about it”, Dave said as he put a hand on Matt’s shoulder.

I really appreciated Dave’s gesture. After seeing Matt’s enthusiasm watching the rugby today, I knew this was where his heart was at. I could always bring up a change of location at work, my job has many offices in the country, so who knows. We would be another gay couple living in San Francisco, which on several levels was better than Salinas.

That evening we had a lovely dinner. We talked, laughed, had a great time. I was feeling sad that this was our last night.

“Let’s go somewhere gay”, Dave insisted.

Matt looked at me with a big smile and said “Castro?”

A great night followed, where Dave and Matt obviously got lots of attention. They playfully reacted to this by pretending to be together, doing nothing more than they had this weekend, putting their arms around each other and hugging a lot. When we danced, Matt kept on kissing me however. The drinks once again flowed, but I gave Matt a bottle of water every hour to keep him functioning. It was a hot and sweaty dancefloor so I also switched to water a few times. Dave also got less drunk than the night before, probably because he wasn’t as tired. Nat got into her laughing fits again, but they were sort of great anyway. I looked around the Castro Theatre and imagined dancing here every other weekend and not living too far from here.

When we took a taxi home, Dave said, “I don’t think I’ve ever gotten my arse slapped that often in my life!”

When we got back to the hotel room I was ready to pounce on Matt as I had been seeing that jockstrap’s elastic band pop out from his jeans all day and night. It had gotten me so horny that I wanted him right there. I must have underestimated my own level of intoxication, because I don’t remember actually fucking him.

When I woke up, Matt and I were in bed, spooning. Matt still wore the jockstrap, I was naked. My cock was hard and inside of him and he was clearly still sleeping. Did we both fall asleep in the middle of sex? By my level of horniness I guessed I had not ejaculated last night and with my morning wood buried in Matt’s beautiful ass, I couldn’t resist gently thrusting into him. I got carried away and soon enough I was fucking him hard as we both lay on our sides. Matt eventually woke up.

“Huh? Wha-...ohhhhh.....”

“Good morning”, I said in his ear as I fucked him faster and harder.

“Keep going....ahhhh... ugh... ugh... ugh...”

Matt moaned with my every thrust. I saw his jockstrap get a small wet patch in the crotch. I freed his dick from the pouch and it stood straight out.

“Oh yeah... oh yeah... ohhhhh....unnnhhhh....”

I looked over his shoulder as his 5’’ cock ejaculated spurt after spurt of hot white cum onto the sheets and Matt lay still once again. That was enough to get me to cum as well.

Later, after breakfast, it was time to say our goodbyes. I gave Dave and Nat big hugs and said it was great to meet both of them. Dave and Matt had some trouble letting go. I heard Matt promise Dave that we would come visit in Brisbane soon.

“I had a great time here, Brisbane could never live up to this...”, Dave said. “But yeah, come back home soon. Your Mum misses you loads, mate.”

Both had to cry a little, but pretended not to.

“Now, get out of here!” Matt said. We all laughed.

Dave and Nat were visiting some more friends in Seattle, Vancouver and then New York, before they went back to Australia. So they had a flight to catch. Matt and I went back to the room to pack. When the door closed behind us, he sighed.

“I had such a great weekend”, he said.

“So did I”, I said. I smiled at him and gave him a hug.

“You know what I was thinking about for your birthday?”, I asked while we were hugging.

“What?”

“Flights to Brisbane.”

Matt broke the hug to look at me.

“Oh. My gosh. You are the greatest man on this planet, Alex Andrews.”

He hugged me even tighter.

On the way back we talked about the trainer ad that Dave had shown Matt. I asked if he wanted me to ask at work if I could move to the San Francisco office. He said he still had to think about it. It would also mean leaving his teaching job.

“Would you be OK not to see your brother as often? Diane, your niece and nephew?”

“Yeah, OK. I’ll also need to think about it.”

We were both still a little tired from the Castro party, so I wasn’t surprised when Matt dozed off as I drove home. He woke up when we were nearly there.

“Is that someone sitting on the pavement?”, was the first thing that he said after waking up.

I looked and saw a short, tan man in a white tanktop, sitting on the sidewalk. He looked up.

It was Esteban.

To be continued....