Hard Times

Matty’s father died when he was four years old. He had been a nice man, and Matty had inherited his good looks. When Matty was sixteen years old, his mother remarried. Rex, his stepfather, was good-looking in a very thuggish way. He was a biker and worked for a business that remodelled and restored motorbikes. Subsequently, his hands were always somewhat soiled and greasy looking. Matty’s mom, Gloria, who was thirty-six years old, was very taken with the attention of Rex, who was six years younger than her. Shortly after their marriage, however, when Rex stamped his authority in the household, Gloria and Matty’s lives changed.

Rex considered locked doors antisocial. Rex would, therefore, enter the spare bathroom, now considered as the ‘men’s’ bathroom bedroom, whenever he pleased. It was not an oppressive gesture by Rex, and it was part of Rex’s ‘au natural’ approach to life.

Mostly, in the mornings, when Matty used the bathroom, he would have to endure Rex’s naked masculinity. It was almost as if Rex was continually taunting him. When Matty brushed his teeth, Rex would invariably have a piss, and then while Matty showered, Rex would chat with him while absentmindedly scratching his pubes and fiddling with his balls. Rex’s uncut knob was spectacular.

A more alarming - or should it be said, exhilarating routine, in the household were Gloria and Rex’s raucous bedroom noises.

Shortly after Rex and Gloria were married, Matty overheard a conversation his mother had while chatting with a friend on the phone. Gloria told her friend that Rex was a total stud in the bedroom and the best fuck she had ever had. 

Their prolonged lovemaking consisted of loud groaning and grunting as Rex fucked the hell out of Gloria. This information almost drove Matty out of his mind with sexual frustration. Most times, when Rex and Gloria emerged from the bedroom for a cooling down beverage, Gloria looked like the cat that had just got the cream. After Gloria returned to their room, Rex would sit across from Matty in the lounge and eyeball him with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. It was almost as if Rex were saying, ‘Now that’s how you fuck a woman!’     

Rex soon also began referring to Matty as ‘our daughter,’ when in conversation with Gloria, and when he and Matty were alone, he called Matty, “Baby girl.”

Matty didn’t mind too much but naturally protested, which would result in a special treat in Matty’s life. Rex would then always grab hold of Matty in a headlock and gently noogie his knuckles over Matty’s head. Given Matty’s small body he was totally at Rex’s mercy in these situations, but of course, he loved inhaling the smell of Rex’s manly armpits while ‘fighting’ him off.

Although Matty was sure that Rex knew he was gay, regrettably, Rex never took things any further. Matty just accepted the fact; that Rex was straight and loved teasing him.

Six months later, another change occurred in their lives when the police arrived at their apartment one evening and took Rex away in handcuffs. It turned out that the motorcycle trade was not the only business Rex was involved in, and given the amount of cocaine that the police unearthed at the workshop, Rex got a seven-year jail term.

After Max’s incarceration, Gloria instituted divorce proceedings because, as good a lover as Rex was, he had become a liability.

When Matty commenced college a couple of months later, unbeknownst to Gloria, Matty started visiting Rex once a month.

Later that year, Gloria met and married Stan. Stan was a sixty-year-old guy, and although he was nothing to talk about in the looks department, he was very well-off. Gloria was approaching forty, and her priorities had changed substantially. She was, therefore, happy with her newfound comfort. This also heralded a new era in Matty’s life after Gloria and Stan decided to retire to a far-off place. Because Gloria owned their apartment, she allowed Matty to continue living there while finishing his college degree.

With his newfound emancipation, Matty tried to have a more active sex life. Most of the encounters, however, were rather dull because of Matty’s fixation with Rex, who had become an obsession in his life.

Reclining on his mother’s large king-sized bed, he would often recall the sounds that he had formerly heard from this bedroom. Matty derived more stimulation from his periodic visits to the prison than he did while having real sex. He often wondered if Rex was sexually active in prison, hoping that a gay switch, of some or other kind, might have been unlocked during Rex’s incarceration. During his visits to Rex, Matty often wanted to ask Rex if he was having sex in prison but could simply never bring himself to do so.

Worst of all, Rex just seemed to get hotter with every visit. With little else to do, Rex seriously worked-out while on the inside. As Matty lay pleasuring himself, he thought about the two famous motorbike emblems that Rex had tattooed on his upper arms and wondered if he had acquired more ink in prison. Although Matty had observed Rex’s hairline fast receding during his visits, the generous goatee Rex now sported more than made up for that. Above all, the look of warmth in Rex’s eyes during every visit made Matty yearn with longing after he arrived home.

The weeks between visits were agony for Matty. With every passing month, his desire for Rex seemed to intensify, and the frustration of his inadequate sex life escalated. How he managed to keep his mind focussed enough to pass all his exams was a mystery to him. On and on, the hardship of his existence perpetuated until he finally graduated.

Much as he enjoyed his first job, Matty’s lonely nights continued to get filled with longing.

Once Matty got settled into his workplace, he negotiated a deal with his mother to buy her apartment, hoping that this new challenge would bring him some comfort. The thrill of his acquisition, however, was fleeting, and so the next twenty-four months dragged on. The only shiny beacon in his existence lasted only one hour every month when Matty could sit across from Rex to recharge the inadequacy of his life. The pain of knowing that Rex still had two years to go and the uncertainty of what lay ahead gave him sleepless nights.   

During a visit to see Rex at this time, Rex informed him that he was going to be let out of prison early. He then asked Matty if he could move in with him until he got back on his feet. Totally beside himself, Matty naturally said yes.

The guy that had bought the business Rex had formally worked for had offered him his old job, so at least that was one thing Rex didn’t have to worry over.

After Matty’s visit that day, his mind went into a spin. Although this was is what he had dreamed about, it worried him that his expectations could lead to a broken heart. Matty always thought back to the six months that Rex had lived with them and reflected upon the fact that both he and Rex had been through hard times. While incarceration certainly trumped Matty’s hard times, he had also suffered because of his obsession with Rex. The moment of truth was finally upon him, and he worried that the fantasy he had based his hopes upon in the preceding five years could go up in smoke.

Matty also pondered about what Rex would make of being delegated to the spare room that Matty had formerly occupied. Although Matty used the toilet and basin in his en-suite bathroom, he still showered in the ‘men’s’ bathroom. When his mother lived in the apartment she preferred having a bath installed in her bathroom, and thus far, Matty had not yet redone his mother’s old bathroom to suit his needs.

Matty wondered how he would cope with the ladies, whom he presumed Rex would bring back to their apartment. He had mixed feelings about their future together.  Perplexed, he eventually drifted off to sleep that evening.

Two weeks later, Matty took the Friday off from work to collect Rex from the penitentiary. He had prepared a potato salad with cold cuts for lunch, a favourite of Rex’s. When Rex walked toward his vehicle from the prison, Matty’s heart beat so fast that he thought he might have a heart attack.

Upon arriving at the apartment, Matty was stunned when Rex walked straight into the main bedroom and put his rucksack on the bed. Confused as Matty was by this, he remained silent.

“Are you hungry?” Matty asked, breaking the impasse.

“Starving,” Rex replied. “I just couldn’t face one more prison breakfast this morning.”

“Cool, then I’ll go and set the table for lunch,” Matty replied.

“You don’t mind if I get more comfortable before I join you?” Rex asked.

“No, go for it,” Matty answered.

As Matty busied himself, Rex emerged a minute or so later wearing only a pair of shorts. Matty’s heart began to thump in his chest as he looked at the body he had missed for five years.

“You’ve beefed up,” Matty said, smiling nervously.

“Yeah, but not only did I lose my freedom, but it appears I also lost a lot of my hair,” Rex countered with a laugh.

“Suits… you,” Matty replied stammering, before haltingly continuing, “I thought that you’d have… a few more tattoos.”

“Nah, tattoos are for life, and even the best guys on the inside were shit,” Rex replied.

As Matty continued his table setting and preparation, Rex again spoke. “I cannot tell you how much I have been looking forward to this.” Then after a pause, he continued, “I am also very excited about getting my old job back.”  Then extending both his clean hands for Matty’s perusal, Rex jokingly finalized, “I suppose you are going to have to get used to my grimy hands again once I start working.”

“I liked your grimy hands,” Matty replied in a timid whisper.

Shortly, they were seated at the table and enjoying their lunch. After half the meal was consumed, Rex put down his knife and fork and asked: “So, where’s your boyfriend?”

“Don’t have one,” Matty bashfully replied.

“Aren’t you seeing anyone, Matty?” Rex then asked, surprised.

“No,” Matty again answered bashfully.

“Whew, that’s a relief. I was afraid I might have competition,” Rex said with a warm smile.

Matty didn’t want to read too much into that comment. With trepidation, he remembered Rex’s taunting and joking from years before.

Next, Rex got a serious look on his face before saying, “You know, sometimes good comes from bad. Jail has changed me a great deal.”

Matty didn’t reply, allowing Rex to finish what he had started. “Inside, I discovered a great deal about myself. I’m not as cocky as I use to be, and I have also learned another side to my character,” then after a long pause, he concluded, “Baby girl, I missed you, and you have no idea what your visits meant to me.” There was an unbelievable look of tenderness in Rex’s eyes.

Matty’s heart began to pound in his chest. The words, ‘baby girl,’ were the ones he had been dreaming about for close to five years.  

‘Could this factually be happening?’  Matty thought to himself.

Unable to restrain himself, Matty lifted his hands to his face and began to sob uncontrollably. Rex got up and pulled Matty into his arms. Embracing and caressing Matty’s trembling body, Rex kept intoning, “Let it out, baby girl, daddy is back home.”  

Eventually, after lifting Matty, Rex carried him to the bedroom before placing Matty on the bed. Then, after removing his shorts, he climbed on top of Matty and began kissing him. Lifting his head later, Rex looked into Matty’s eyes and said, “Let’s write the next chapter of lives together, baby girl.”

Matty had waited for this for years, and Rex did not disappoint him. Matty now fully understood why his mother had performed the way she had years before. Rex was dominant in a most gentle and leisurely manner. There was nothing rough about Rex’s technique.  and was only focussed on mutual stimulation. Matty’s body got constantly manipulated as the ever-escalating pleasure just kept building.

Enjoyable as the sixty-nine position was, however, Rex’s cock proved to be rather taxing, and Matty was relieved when Rex once more altered their body positions to commence his anal entry.

The initial discomfort soon gave way to the most awe-inspiring gratification that Matty had ever experienced. On and on, Rex drove his knob into Matty for the next thirty minutes before he finally unloaded.

With his mouth at Matty’s ear afterward, Rex whispered, “Jesus, baby girl, you have no idea how I have longed to make love to you.”

They made love all afternoon, and as Matty had hoped, their lovemaking far exceeded all his expectations. Not only was he in full agreement with his mother’s opinion about Rex’s sexual prowess, but he was finally able to experience and contribute first-hand to the magnificent grunting and groaning that had formerly frustrated him so much.