I put on a nice new pair of black, skimpy trunks, a Lycra mix.
My dark blue denim jeans and my lucky T-shirt.
I was just checking my hair when the intercom went.
"So sorry for being early. Mind if I come in?"
"Come on up."
I quickly put on some socks and, moments later, he was there.
"I've just come from the gym, but I'm earlier than expected."
Fuck, he looked hot.
His vest showed the blond tufts of hair under his arms, his nipples poking through the material.
Loose-fitting jogging bottoms, but I could see the outline of his fat cock.
All in black.
He grabbed me, kissed me, and pulled me close, holding me tightly.
"Right... where were we?" I said, kissing him back.
Fuck, he hadn't showered.
He smelled so good.
You know when you're either attracted to someone's smell, or you're not?
Well, I was.
His face looked flushed from the gym, and his triceps looked as though he'd been working them hard.
"Sorry, I haven't showered yet. Mind if I freshen up? I've got a T-shirt and jeans in my bag."
"Erm... mind if you don't and shower afterwards?"
"You're really kinky."
"Yes, I am."
I realised how red I'd gone.
We kissed again, and I poured out two large glasses of chilled white wine.
We sat on the sofa, and I put some tunes on.
"Oh, and..." he said.
"Also," I interrupted, feeling the wine hit my empty stomach and realising I'd forgotten to have any lunch, "I'm wearing the socks you didn't get the chance to enjoy yesterday. I've worn them all day and worked out in them. They're going to be pretty ripe."
Well, you can imagine.
The bolt went straight to my cock, and I stood up.
"That is very thoughtful, Matty... and I'm wearing brand-new trunks for you."
"Hey, aren't I the lucky one?" he smiled.
"Give us a peep."
"Nah. I want another drink first," I laughed.
This seemed so right in my head.
I poured another glass and topped his up.
Two guys who had only known each other a week, yet we both felt so relaxed.
We sat cuddling on the sofa, and then the urge got the better of me.
I lay on the floor in front of the sofa, face up, and asked him to take off a trainer.
"No. You do," he said.
I had to oblige.
What can I say?
The intense smell hit me like a bee sting.
Sweat.
Musty, gorgeous Matty smell.
I was in heaven again.
I went straight in for the kill, ignoring any inhibitions.
Matty groaned with delight.
His foot rubbed up and down my face.
My sniffing and breathing were slow and intense, savouring every scent from Matty's sock.
I was lost beneath the toes, around the heel and along the sole.
Pure heaven.
He got up and dropped his joggers.
He stood over me in his trunks.
Then he lowered himself down, hovering about five inches from my face.
"I had these bad boys on yesterday. How do they smell?"
"Amazing," I said deeply, my tongue ready.
They were damp as well.
I knew that as soon as I was touched again, I would shoot.
He was turning me on so much.
He exposed himself further, and I let out a pig-like grunt before burying my face against him.
He then moved closer.
I was instructed to stand up, and he undressed me.
Leaving my trunks and socks on, he positioned me over the arm of the sofa.
My cock strained against my trunks, already leaking.
"Fuck... this is intense," he said.
"Fuck, it is," I agreed.
He carried on, and I squirmed beneath his touch.
I was desperate for him.
I wanted to taste him.
I wanted his cum in my mouth instead.
I pushed him gently back, and he stopped.
He was gasping for breath, his chest dripping with sweat.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"It's too much. I need a breather... and I want you to finish in my mouth."
"Sure."
We agreed.
Good.
We lay there both panting.
I checked he was okay.
Everything was fine.
"Mind if we have a quick drink? I've got some weed."
He went to his bag and pulled out a little tin containing a few joints.
He lit one, took a couple of deep inhales, and passed it to me.
I handed him a full glass of wine, and we simply lay there.
Nothing needed to be said.
We were sharing a moment.
Didn't matter what kind of moment.
We were in the same headspace of connection and lust.
Exploring each other.
Getting to know each other.
It was truly awesome.
"Fuck, I'm sore."
"Are you okay?" His face changed.
"I will be... all good."
He put his arm around me, and I lifted my head so it could slide underneath.
We hadn't finished what we'd started, but it almost felt as though we had.
I just wanted to stay in that moment...
...and remember it.
My phone buzzed.
I chose to ignore it.
"Fancy that pizza?"
"Sure."
I put it in the oven.
What I call cooking, I thought.
I poured some more wine.
"Fancy watching a film?"
"Yeah, sure. Have you seen The Substance? Body horror with Demi Moore."
"Sounds perfect," said Matty.
"Cool."
"Don't you want to finish first?"
"Can we eat first, handsome?"
Shit.
I'd called him handsome.
"Yeah, sure."
"I could stay the night if you want, Jake."
"That would be nice," I replied.
My head was starting to swim with the wine and the joints.
We got dressed, and I served up the pizza.
We started the film and were both cuddled up like two young lovers, watching intently, knowing the horror would soon begin.
“No!" “Eeeeew”
We were shouting at the screen.
It was so intense. Demi is amazing in this film. Should have won an Oscar.
I was starting to feel horny again, looking at his socked feet and his bulge, but I could tell he was really into the film.
So was I, to be honest.
My phone buzzed again.
New Chapter
It was Mum.
"Still okay for dinner tomorrow?"
I replied:
"Love to, Mum. x"
The film was good, and the wine kept flowing.
The next thing I knew, Matty was waking me up.
Apparently I'd slept through the last twenty minutes.
"I'm so sorry."
"No worries. We'll watch the last bit again tomorrow."
"Thanks, Matty."
With that, I offered him the spare toothbrush and, to be honest, I just tasted the toothpaste, spat it out, got into bed, turned over and laughed.
"Cuddle me."
"Love to," he said.
I fell asleep.
I woke up at about 8 a.m. to a tiny snore.
He was lying on his front.
I'd had the most amazing sleep.
Must have needed it.
I was dying for a wee, so I crept out of bed.
He didn't stir.
I got back into bed and pulled back the duvet very slowly.
Wow.
His arse in those pants looked inviting.
I didn't know him well enough to start munching on his hole whilst he was asleep, just in case.
So I went into the kitchen.
There was nothing in the fridge except a tiny bit of milk.
I put on my joggers and a T-shirt and walked to the Sainsbury's Local.
Croissants.
Milk.
Eggs.
A small loaf.
Bacon.
I crept back in, got the eggs ready to scramble and turned the grill on for the bacon.
I crept back into the bedroom to find him awake.
"Where have you been, kinky boy?"
"Oh, getting breakfast," I smiled.
"Give me a kiss, Jake."
I happily kissed him.
His breath and lips were masculine and familiar.
"Get back into bed."
"Let me just make us a coffee. I need a coffee to function, and we'll drink it in bed."
I came back with two flat whites.
"I've had a pee," Matty announced.
"You want a prize?" I said.
We drank our coffees and started kissing.
"Thanks for letting me stay over."
"I had the best night, kinky boy, even if you did fall asleep!"
I smiled at him.
We started kissing, and I had to go down on him.
"On your front, please. I want to taste your hole, Matty."
He obliged.
Flipping him over, I dragged off his underwear and went in for the kill with my tongue and lips.
He was like a virgin, squirming and so receptive.
He tasted amazing.
So important, especially in the morning.
I slowly teased his hole and felt so ready to slip it in.
I moved up to his ear and asked him, "Do you mind if we try another time... me fucking you?"
"'Course. No problem."
Jake beamed.
So I mounted his mouth in sixty-nine, me on top, sucking him.
We were both leaking precum and his girth reminded me why my hole was aching.
Within minutes he exploded down my throat with no warning.
His thick, hot, creamy load.
Fuck, Awesome, Love nothing more than this to swallow.
Like a knee-jerk reaction, I repaid the compliment.
Once I was spent, I moved off, and we kissed, tasting each other's juices.
That was so hot.
My heart was racing.
I cuddled him.
Matty was lying on his back.
"Wow," he said.
"Wow indeed," I replied.
"No need for protein shakes now."
We both laughed.
"I think that's my new favourite shake."
We lay there, hearing the traffic going by through the open window.
The breeze was nice and cooling, but it was slowly getting warmer.
We were now in July.
I whispered, "Fancy some breakfast?"
"Shower?"
"Both," he smiled.
"Okay. Have a shower. Clean towels are in there, and I'll do us bacon and eggs, croissants and a coffee."
"Thanks, Jake."
He showered.
I cooked, if you can call it that.
We ate with some smooth tunes on Spotify.
The food seemed to have tasted even better after amazing sex.
"Well, I'm off tonight, shopfitting. We've got at least another six months left. It takes ages, Jake."
"You gonna message me, Matty?"
"If you like."
"Yeah, sure."
"Are you busy next weekend?"
"Friday night I'm booked in with Rach, but I'm all yours on Saturday if you're free."
"I think I can fit you in..."
We both smiled.
I leaned over and kissed him.
One of my best kisses.
Just to show him how much I was falling for him.
