A Chance Visit

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.