A Chance Visit

The week dragged on a bit at work, but all was generally fine. I went into the office for a couple of days and worked at home the rest. 

With the end of the week approaching, I started to think about Matt and my meeting with him. 

Much though I'd love to spend the afternoon flirting with him and casually taking him back to my flat so I could be his first manhole, I didn't expect that to happen. For so many reasons. 

- He has given no sign of being attracted to me. 
- If he might have been, whose to say I would be his first manhole?
- He's literally had some water in my place and pissed in my toilet. Just because I wanna have him sit on my face doesn't mean he's thinking the same.

And yet... straight men usually don't want to go for a coffee with me alone. Straight guys might join me amongst a group of friends, sure. They might grab a drink with me if they already know me. But not 1:1 introductory coffee. 

As I enjoyed getting myself into a tangle over nothing, my phone buzzed. 

"Hey mate, how's it going? It's Matt."

I know it's you, you fucking sexy man.

"You still up for a coffee this weekend? I'm free on Saturday afternoon if you are". 

I text him confirming a time and cafe for us to meet. I asked him how his week was going.

"Yeah good mate! Although you've competition for pitstops! I delivered a parcel today to this woman not far from you. She's probably about 25ish. She opened door wearing a dressing gown, and a bra and panties underneath. Very beautiful woman, blonde, slim etc. She's instantly flirting with me, even drops the pen to sign for the parcel and bends over slowly to pick it up!"

"Jesus! I hope you accidentally grabbed her crotch as a thank you?"

"Hahaha, she was begging for it. Asked if I needed to run or did I want to stay and keep her company for a bit! She was stroking my arm."

"Well?! Did you?!"

My cock was hard at the idea of him dropping a load in some lucky girl.

"No! What do you take me for?"

"A horny stud who would have enjoyed himself? Haha"

"Haha, well thanks. I guess. But no, not my style. I just collected the signature, wished her all the best and got out of there". 

Oh my word. The deflation! Does this mean maybe I *would* be more his style? Or is nobody his style? Is he just a nice mild mannered guy?

"Well fair play mate. Plenty blokes in your situation would have jumped at the chance. Heck even this homosexual might have had a dabble!"

"Hahaha, I'll introduce you. No, it's not that sort of easy natural thing for me. To be discussed haha".

To be discussed? Oh lord. I just wanna lap him up.

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It was the night before my coffee with Matt. I had every expectation that this would be a simple, friendly and nice coffee with him. No footsie under the table, no "check please and back to mine", just a nice and pleasant coffee.

As such, I really, really, *really* didn't want to embarrass myself by being stupidly horny. I hadn't shot a load in a few days (the day before I got horny with the straight guy in the showers, in fact). If I turned up horny, I'd be stupidly flirtatious and that didn't need to happen. 

I logged onto Grindr, in search of what we'll call a strategic shag. I checked my favourites and sure enough, the friend who I sucked off last week was online. 

"Hey, how's it going?"

"Good thanks man, you okay?"

"Yeah alright thanks. I could really do with you dumping a load in me. Wanna pop over?"

"Sure! On my way".

His name is Anthony. He's one of those guys that is a friend with benefits, with the emphasis heavily on the benefits. We don't chat outside of Grindr, although we follow each other on Instagay, and if we see each other on a night out we'll have a friendly hug. 

Nobody in our lives knows about what we get up to. We don't hide it, but we don't flaunt it either. It's a very functional friendship. You scratch my back, I'll shoot a load over yours. 

He rang my bell and I buzzed him into the building. He came in, we exchanged some pleasantries while he took his shoes off. 

"I was hoping to see you online, Tom! How come you're so riled up tonight?"

"It's been a little while since I shot a load and you know I love your cock."

"You know I love your arse". 

He groaned and came with me to my bedroom. We kissed passionately as he pulled my jeans down to show my black CKs. He flipped me over and pushed me on to the bed. 

Anthony really did love my arse. He started at my calves and worked his way up, kissing and licking every part of my legs. His hands wandered around my inner thigh, which got me so, so hot. 

He massaged my arse over my CKs. Such a teasing man. Some playful slaps of my arse left me begging him to take my pants off. 

I could feel the warm breath of his moan as he placed his mouth of my hole. He slapped me again and he knew that for the next few moments I was putty in his hands.

His head retreated a fraction as he surveyed my arse and legs in all their glory. I'm never gonna make the front page of Men's Health, but for a guy that likes strong thighs and arse with just a bit of hair on them, I'm their guy. He slapped my cheeks again and couldn't resist the urge much longer. 

His tongue fell deep into my hole and I moaned loudly into my pillow.

"Oh fuck, Anthony. God I love it when you do that".

We really did have a nice chemistry. I doubt we'd ever had a meet that ever lasted more than half an hour, but we regularly met each other's needs and he was meeting mine wonderfully right now. 

Anthony stood up and took his clothes off. I was about to turn over to get on my knees, but not this time.

"Don't move".

I closed my eyes, and the next moment his lubed finger was making its way to my hole. I was in heaven. He pounded me with his forefinger. 

I love being rimmed and fingered. I still remember the first time a guy did it to me I was terrified (and he didn't even fuck me). Now, if a guy would play with my arse all night I'd let him, no matter who it was. Heck, I'd let that horny woman who tried to get Matt out of his delivery clothes the other day play with my arse if she was good with her tongue. 

More lube, and Anthony nibbled gently on my ear.

"You ready?"

I weakly nodded into my pillow. He slowly eased his cock in. 

"Oh my god, yes. Please fuck me".

Wow. I turn into a right needy bitch when I'm turned on. Quickly, Anthony was fucking me hard and deep. I can take a cock pretty well these days and his 7in dick was the perfect size: big enough to feel it, but not big enough to cause a problem. 

He gave his arms a rest and lied down right on top of me. He pulled my arms above my head and held on to my hands while his cock slid in and out of me. I could feel his sweat drip down my back. His grunts felt so hot on my neck. 

He moved back up on to his knees and fucked me at a 45° angle, slapping my arse a few more times doing so. He was playfully dominant with me in a way that friends with benefits could be: effortlessly comfortable, relaxed and horny. 

"Turn over". 

He flipped me around, a touch more lube on his cock and he was straight back in. I moaned loudly - I found cock in missionary that bit more challenging - but he (rightly) took this as permission to fuck me harder. He had his eyes closed as he pounded my hole. Who was he thinking of? Who was his Matt?

I was firmly hard at this point and my cock flailed around as he fucked me. My pre-cum leaked out all over my stomach with every thrust.

"Wow, that's a lot of precum".

He momentarily stopped, lapped it up with his fingers and drenched my tongue with my own precum. He lent in and kissed me. 

"Tom, this feels amazing". 

"It does. I'm struggling to hold my load in much longer".

That was enough to make Anthony groan and want to shoot. I generally like to see someone else come first. I like to see their faces: that mix of agony and ecstasy that is never replicated in any other action, and use that to spur me on. 

But as Anthony pounded me harder and harder, still with his eyes shut I too shut mine and Matt suddenly appeared in my vision. It was he that was pounding me now, thrusting and looking deep into my eyes. I could see him, smell him, feel him. He smiled at me as he fucked me, knowing that we were locked as one and I was entirely his. 

Thinking about Matt in that way took me over the edge and I was now uncontrollably shaking as I involuntarily shot my load all over me. Spurt after spurt flew out, some reaching my neck, most landing everywhere in the vicinity.

My arse clenched as I came, which was enough to take Anthony over the edge with me. I opened my eyes to see his face redden and he was about to shoot.

"Oh my fucking Godddd that's hot". He shot a hot load right up my arse, falling over me as he did so. He kissed me on the cheek, then licked up as much cum as he could find. Slut. 

He gently eased his dick out. 

"Wow. God, that was nice."

"It was. Thanks for having me round."

"Anytime mate."

From here, we followed the same routine we'd done a few times before. We jumped in the shower together and washed each other clean of our filth. Anthony occasionally even had his own towel, if he was around that often. Sometimes, it was 2 or 3 times a week if we were in the mood. 

He dried off and started to put his clothes on.

"You've never shot a load before like that. Usually you wait for me or I wank/blow you off. You really are fucking horny tonight aren't you?"

"Ha - I guess so. I just felt it". 

I felt something, and it was indescribable. Anthony left and I went to bed, thinking about how much Matt jolted me and turned me on. And yet, I was genuinely just looking forward to coffee with him tomorrow and hearing his stories.  

I fell asleep within seconds of my head hitting the pillow.