The Matt R Story

Please note: To protect identities, my last name, along with numerous character names and the name of my hometown, and my university campus, have been changed, and I made up a name to replace my high school's name. Based on true events.

=== September 20th, 2015 ===

My name is Matt Reynolds. I am 6'6", 180 lbs, Caucasian, brunette hair in every part of my body (but I shave, except for the head), brown eyes with glasses, large feet, and a 7.5" cut penis. That's right, I said penis. By now you probably think I'm some boring nerd. Well let me tell you something: I AM a nerd, I am really smart, but when school's over, I am WILD... to be lying. (Sorry. I'm a stand-up comedian, and it's hard to turn off.) But I'm actually kind of fun. I don't usually fall under gay/nerd stereotypes, with a few exceptions... like for the part where I'm into dudes. (I couldn't help it. I had to get another joke in.)

I've had sex with 2 guys since I was 16. I was really in a rut. I never knew why I couldn't get more guys to sleep with me. Then, on my 18th birthday, I realized why: when you're a teenager, you don't really have a lot of gay or bisexual options out there. Not many people come out at 16 or 17. They usually wait until they're 18, when they can live on their own. That's exactly what happened to me on September 20th, 2015.

I had just started classes on a full-ride scholarship at the University of Washington-Seattle, and since I took dual-credit back in high school, I was already a junior. (Wow. I can actually hear you guys calling me a geek.) I decided that since it was my 18th birthday (I started school early), and it was Sunday, so I had all my homework finished, it was time to fish out my fake ID and head to a nightclub.

2 hours later

I was already drunk, and it was really crowded on the dance floor, and really dark, I could barely see anything.

Nolan: "Hey, watch it?"

Me: "Nolan Bourne?"

Nolan: "Matt Reynolds?"

Nolan was my best friend since 7th grade. He was geekier than me, but one of the sexier nerds, like on TV. He is 6', 165 lbs, Caucasian with freckles, brunette head just on his head, and brown eyes under the geekiest glasses ever. Plus, he's 3 months older than me, and has a 6" cock. (What? We had gym together in high school. Like I didn't look sometimes?)

Me: "What are you doing at a gay nightclub?"

Nolan: "I'm... here... for my... brother's... birthday."

Me: "You don't have a brother."

Nolan: "I meant my sister."

Me: "Your sister's 9."

Nolan: "Uh..."

Me: "Dude."

Nolan: (sigh) "Ok. You caught me. I'm gay."

Me: "Didn't you have a girlfriend in high school?"

Nolan: "Rachel never really satisfied me."

Me: "But when did you..."

Nolan: "Remember when I borrowed your laptop?"

Me: "Oh God."

Nolan: "You know what the red "X" button does, right?"

Me: "Shut up."

We both started drunk-laughing.

I had a crush on Nolan for years, and no I finally have the chance to f-

That's when Nolan gave me a really drunk kiss.

Me: "Uh..."

Nolan: "Sorry. That's the vodka talking."

Me: "I don't think it was finished."

We ended making out right there in the club, out on the sidewalk, in the cab we shared, in the elevator, and in the hallway, against my apartment door.

Me: "We are so drunk."

Nolan: "Shh! We don't want the neighbors to think we're drunk geeks about to hook up. Oh, wait! We are!" (More drunk laughter.)

As soon as I locked the door, we stripped on the way to the bedroom, and were were down to our boxers by the time we hit the bed.

Nolan had his mouth over my boxer tent like a horny little twink, while he stroked his dick through that flap in his boxers. (I never understood why they put that there.)

I was getting hard. I took him off, and put him down on his back on my bed.

Nolan: "Fill me up (hic) you drunk nerd."

Me: "You're the (hic) drunk nerd."

I pulled our boxers off, and threw mine at him, so he could sniff it while I pounded him. To be honest I sniffed his for a second before I finally slammed by throbbing cock into his ass. I could tell this was his first time getting it there, because he screamed "HOLY CRAP!" as soon as I went all the way in.

I lifted him up, penis still in ass, and did that thing were the top is sitting face-to-face with the bottom, like cowboy style but a little different. and I was able to make out with him as he bounced on my thick cock.

Me: "I'm getting close."

Nolan: "Do it in my mouth."

Me: "What's that? Can't hear you."

Nolan: "Please."

Me: "You don't want me to."

Nolan: "Yes. I do."

Just as he said that, a stream of his cum sprayed onto my chest.

Me: "Ok. You're ready."

I took him off, and sat him on his knees so he could get what he wanted. Meanwhile, I was using my hand to scoop his cum into my mouth.

After Nolan finished catching my jets, we both collapsed on the bed.

Me: "So? Was it tasty?"

Nolan: "Needs salt."

Me: "Very funny."

We feel asleep to the sounds of Seattle: traffic, boats, birds... homeless people screaming at Peace Park (The jokes keep on cumming. (I just cannot stop!))

Next on the Matt R story:

Jack: "Wow. You're dominant."

Matt: "There's more where that came from."

Author: Part 2 of "Room 69F" will be released this summer. Unless you live below the Equator, in which case, you'll see it in winter.