Welcome Matt

Matt was a slut, no two ways about it. God only knew how many cocks he’d taken up his ass. But Alan couldn’t really hold that against him. A willing bottom can get as much sex as he wants and Matt was a horny guy. Alan knew he would have done just as many guys, given the opportunity. But a top can’t always get laid as easily as a bottom. 

In spite of his whoring around, there was something sweet and almost innocent about Matt. He was tall, well over six feet, but had a quiet voice and demeanor. He had dark red hair and pale skin, with rich green eyes. Occasionally he would grow a mustache which gave him a bit of a porno look, but his baby face (he looked younger than his 28 years) somewhat mitigated the effect. Plus, Alan kind of liked the feel of the mustache lightly bristling his shaft when Matt blew him.

The two first met on an Adam4Adam hookup. Alan messaged Matt and after they exchanged a couple of photos, they set up a meet. Matt had the house to himself so he invited Alan over. He said he was living with his parents while he went to nursing school, but they were across the country visiting relatives so he had the house to himself for a week. Alan drove up to a nice ranch-style house in a neighborhood near downtown and Matt answered the door wearing only boxers. He was kind of skinny with a very pale belly and a little dusting of ginger hair across his pecs. They went into Matt’s bedroom, which was done in a very boho style with colorful patterned fabrics, a platform bed and a funky crystal overhead light fixture. 

Alan was ready to get down to business, so he pulled off his shirt and started to unlace his shoes. He was a nice-looking guy – not Chris Evans, but easy enough on the eyes. He had fine, straight dark brown hair and dark brown eyes with gold flecks. He was trim with a smooth chest and a tight set of buns. He had recently turned 30 and was taking extra care to make sure everything stayed firm. He unbuckled his belt and pulled off his jeans, then pulled down his boxer briefs so that he was completely naked. He kept his brown bush trimmed into a neat V, pointing down to a cut cock that was six inches long when fully erect, and damn near six inches around. He was starting to plump up in anticipation of getting laid and he took his member in his hand and started to stroke himself as he checked out Matt. 

The air was slightly sweet and herby, so Alan figured Matt was 420 friendly. Alan’s vice was alcohol and he didn’t mess with anything else, but he didn’t begrudge anyone a toke. Plus, a mellowed-out bottom could be a good thing. 

Matt hooked his hands into his waistband and stripped off his blue boxers. He was sporting wood and his dick was longer and thicker than Alan’s. It was an impressive piece of equipment, with a big spongy mushroom head and nice low-hanging eggs. His bush was dark red like the hair on his head and stretched from hip to hip like a fluffy cloud backlit by the setting sun. Alan crossed the room and dropped to his knees in front of Matt. He wanted to taste that fuckstick and actually enjoyed giving head almost as much as getting it. Matt was larger than average, but not so outsized that Alan couldn’t get his mouth around his girth. Matt sighed with pleasure as Alan got his cock nice and wet and began to use both his hand and his mouth in tandem to work Matt’s rod.

Once Alan’s jaw got a little tired, he backed off and stood up. Matt took the hint and got into position to return the favor. He had a nice hot mouth and active tongue. He fondled Alan’s smooth balls and his taint as he slurped the entire length of his shaft. Alan enjoyed these ministrations for several minutes before he could feel his balls start to draw up and he had to back off to avoid blowing his wad too soon. 

Matt laid back on his bed and pulled his knees up, giving Alan a front-row seat to view his pale pink rosebud. “There’s some lube on the desk behind you.” Alan grabbed the bottle and greased up his head and shaft then knelt down and spread a glob across Matt’s fuckhole and gradually worked his fingers inside. He finger-blasted his new acquaintance for a while until he could tell it was time for more. Then he stood up and pulled Matt to the edge of the bed and pointed his dick slightly down and pressed it against his target. He gently began to apply pressure and his cockhead popped into heaven.

With every new partner, there’s almost always a moment early on when you know if it’s going to be a good encounter or not. If a guy goes down on you and quickly gets you slick and finds a rhythm, you know it’s going to be good. If you feel a lot of teeth or a guy can’t get more than your head in his mouth, you know it’s going to be bad. When you go down on a guy, if his shaft is nice and smooth and you can fit most of him in your mouth, you know it will be good. If you swallow his stick and find out he has rank pubes or something, you know it will be bad. (Some guys were into man smells, but Alan wasn’t one of them.) Similarly with anal, if you’re trying to fuck a guy and he’s so tight or inexperienced it’s like there’s a No Trespassing sign on his asshole, you know it will be bad. But if he’s a pro at taking backdoor dick and knows just how to work his muscles to help pull you in, you know it’s going to be awesome. 

Matt had the sweetest tunnel Alan had ever penetrated. In fact, he could only think of one other guy who felt half as good. It was like an electrical plug slipping into an outlet. Matt was still tight enough to give good friction, but he could easily accept thick meat. And he seemed to genuinely enjoy long, full strokes, which was Alan’s favorite fuck method. The lube made a slight slick sound as Alan worked Matt over, sliding deep to press his pubes against Matt’s taint, then pulling out until the ridge of his head was just visible outside Matt’s entrance. Alan looked down, enjoying the view of his fleshtube disappearing and reappearing in and out of that magic ring. They kept this up for several minutes, Alan concentrating hard to stave off an orgasm, because he didn’t want to end things too quickly. 

Then Matt pulled away a little bit and turned away. “Spoon-fuck me, lover,” he said, bending his knees a little and raising his left leg to allow Alan access. Alan slipped into bed behind him and wrapped his arm around Matt’s chest and pulled him close to his own chest. His penis easily found purchase in Matt’s ass again and he resumed thrusting. Alan had never fucked in this position before and he found it very satisfying. Matt grabbed Alan’s hand and moaned softly. “Put all your cum inside me,” he said.

Alan began to thrust a little harder and faster, ready to allow his climax to wash over him. Matt released Alan’s hand and began to stroke his own big tool. About a dozen thrusts later, Alan felt that rising tightness in his balls and his sperm began to pump out deep inside Matt. He gasped and pressed his lips against Matt’s ear. “Fuck, I’m fucking cumming,” he managed to whisper. His dick finally stopped spasming and Alan let out a huge sigh. Matt began to furiously pump his cock and quickly shot out his own gooey load, slightly yellow in the light from the overhead fixture. Matt was silent as he came, except for quick little exhalations. His cream soaked the sheets and filled the air with the scent of man juice.

They lay there, still wrapped in each other’s arms, for several minutes as Alan’s dick softened and eventually slipped out of Matt’s hole. Alan got up and began to pull on his underwear as Matt sat up and kissed the back of his neck. “Fuck me again sometime?” he asked. 

“Definitely,” Alan answered. “You want me to give you my number?”

“Sure.”

After that, they met up every couple of weeks for sex. Matt’s family returned and so Alan took over hosting. He would get texts sometimes when Matt was on his way home from class asking if he could come over. Occasionally, Alan wasn’t in the mood or was busy with something else, but he usually said yes. They fell into a nice pattern of satisfying fuck sessions, different from Alan’s usual hook-ups. Usually, he met someone off an app or went cruising in the woods and when he fucked, he would turn the other guy away from him, bend him over, and go to town. He was aware that he was basically just masturbating into their assholes. 

It wasn’t like that with Matt. They would make out for a while and trade some oral before the main event. Alan even found that he liked fucking Matt missionary-style so they could kiss during the act. It wasn’t like they were boyfriends or anything corny like that – they were fucking, nothing more – but it was nice to have a connection. Matt would make soft little sounds of satisfaction while Alan was deep-stroking him, like a kitten mewling in a patch of sunlight. 

As his climax built, Alan would whisper, “I’m about to shoot.”

“Give me all your juice,” Matt would say, then their mouths would fuse again as Alan increased the speed of his thrusts until he felt the rising tension throughout his genitals, followed by the bliss of releasing a flood of his semen into Matt’s heated, eager tunnel. Afterwards, Matt liked to jack himself to orgasm with Alan gently massaging his impressive testicles. Then they would lie in bed and talk a little, or just relax quietly, wrapped around each other. 

But sometimes, Matt’s slutty side took over. On those occasions, he just wanted to be fucked with no bullshit. One day Alan got a text asking if he was home. He texted back that he was and Matt responded with this message:

Just got fucked by a Latino guy at a hotel. Want ur load on top of his. Bend me over and make me your cum dump.

Matt arrived just a couple of minutes later. Alan opened the door and Matt pushed past him and went straight to the bedroom. No greeting, no kiss or squeeze of his bulge like usual. Alan followed him down the hall and Matt was already pulling off his jeans and flannel shirt. He left his socks on, but otherwise was naked. He got down on all fours on the bed with his pussy spread open and waiting for Alan. His anus was still slick and shiny with the lube from his recent pounding. Alan thought he could also see a little jizz mixed in. 

“Fuck me hard and give me your goddamn load,” Matt growled and wiggled his ass.

Alan spit into his palm and slicked his shaft. “Did he fuck you good?”

“He was thick as fuck but his cock was short. He stretched me out but didn’t get in as deep as you do.” 

Alan moved into place and shoved his piece in with one swift push. He grabbed Matt’s hips and began to thrust hard, basically vandalizing Matt’s ass. He thought he could feel the other guy’s cream and knew there was some risk here. He knew Matt was on PrEP, but there were some other potential consequences. He rolled the dice though; it would have been a crying shame to put a condom between his cockflesh and Matt’s perfect, silky cunt. Plus, Matt was greedy for his seed.

Alan rode his fucktoy like a bronco buster while Matt growled out dirty talk.

“Yeah, rape my fucking ass. I’m your little whore. Tear that shit up. Fuck yeah, pound your little bitch with that motherfucking cock!”

Alan plowed him as hard and rough and deep as he had ever plowed anyone. The more furiously he fucked, the more Matt got revved up. Alan was getting close to the point of no return when Matt bellowed out a final “Fuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!” and hosed out a massive load on the bedsheets. Alan crashed over the edge seconds later and added more cream to Matt’s pie. Now he had two loads in him simultaneously, just like he’d wanted.

Alan pulled his slimy cock out and slapped Matt on his pale rump. “You made a fuckin’ mess on my sheets.” He pushed Matt’s face down into his own jizz. “Now get the fuck out of here, you fuckin’ slut.”

Matt jumped up and began to pull on his jeans. Alan grabbed up his shirt and shoes and began to march to the door. “Pump ‘n’ dump’s over, punk. Beat it.” He opened his front door and dropped the rest of Matt’s clothes on his front porch. Matt slipped past him, wearing only his jeans, and had to finish dressing outside on the porch. Alan locked the door behind him and smiled. He wondered what kind of mood Matt would be in the next time he texted.