A Chance Visit

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 exagerated 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.

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