Straight to Hell

Author’s Note – There are elements of non-consent in this story. If that type of element offends you, or is problematic, do not read.

Matthias

Reading all my previous stories, you probably think I’m a pretty fucked up dude. And frankly, I guess I can see why someone might think that.

As I said in the prologue to my first story, I just have this desire to have sex with straight men. It’s an almost insatiable lust for them. I don’t know why. I just do.

I admit though that sometimes, I encounter a situation where my lust for someone and my feelings of affection and friendship for them collide. It’s a pretty shitty moment and I pull back and don’t act on my lust. It’s not easy but I do. Cuz when it happens, it seems to bring out all the dark feelings that a human being is capable of having . . . greed . . . deceit . . . manipulation . . . betrayal . . .

One time though . . . one time . . . I didn’t pull back. Worst of all, it happened with a wonderful man who was one of my good friends. His name was Matthias. This is his story.

“The ladies were good to me tonight!”

“Really?” I grinned. “How good?”

Matthias smiled back at me and waved his right hand. It was full of bills. “I haven’t counted it yet, but I can tell you it was VERY good.”

“I don’t doubt it, Mat. They were all screaming and ready to crawl up on the stage with you!”

Matthias laughed and started counting the money in his hand. He and I were in the dancer’s dressing room at Torso, a ladies-only strip club. It was 2 AM Saturday morning and he had just finished his nightly show about 30 minutes ago.

I walked over to the room’s refrigerator, pulled out a Coke, and sat down on the dressing room couch, watching Matthias as he counted his money. I’d met him about 3 years ago when he was dancing in one of the gay clubs in town. Even though I knew most of the dancers in the gay clubs were straight, I actually thought Matthias was gay when I first met him. He’s 29, half Filipino and half Mexican and his body is a muscled work of art. Matthias has a beautiful, exotic look with a smile that just makes your cock get hard in seconds. And at 6’2 and 220 pounds of smooth, defined muscle, it’s sort of surprising when you hear him talk because he’s very soft spoken.

When Matthias dances at the gay clubs, he’s very friendly and open with the crowd. That’s the reason I thought he was gay. Guys are practically fighting to get in line so they can talk to him. Of course, they really just want to run their hands all over his sexy body, fondling him as much as they can! And he encourages that, which is why he makes such good money there. But as I got to know him over time, I realized that he really was just a naturally sweet guy, with a very loving personality. Something you rarely tend to see in most people, especially dancers in adult clubs.

When I remarked to him once about how I first thought he was gay because he was so open to men touching him, I remember him shrugging his shoulders and telling me, “Hey, it’s just a job. They can look all they want, but if they want to touch, they have to pay. As long as they treat me with respect, I’m cool with it.” Then, with that heart melting smile of his, he said, “I know they probably fantasize about having sex with me. But as long as they respect the fact that I’m straight, I’ll fulfill any other fantasy they have. Like I said, it’s just a job.”

As Matthias continued to count his wad of cash, I took a closer look at him. He was leaning back against a table in the dressing room, dressed in his dance costume. Actually, it really wasn’t a costume. He was dressed in tight, yellow spandex briefs, with white socks and black army boots. On his head, he wore a blue checkered bandana and several silver chains around his neck. I kept drinking my Coke and started looking around the room because I knew that if I kept staring at him, I’d lose it. Of all the straight men I’ve ever lusted after, Matthias was my number one fantasy. But he was also one of my closest friends and I couldn’t bring myself to ruin our friendship that way.

I know, I know. Given how I’ve just gone and taken other straight men that I’ve lusted after, I guess it doesn’t make much sense that I haven’t tried to get Matthias. And it really wouldn’t be too difficult, because he trusts me.

Yet that’s precisely the reason I love him so much as a friend. Because he does trust me. But I’d be less than honest if I didn’t admit that there were times I’ve come damn close to just giving in to my lust and raping his ass. Damn close . . .

“FUCK! Two hundred & fourteen bucks, dude! I toldja the ladies were good to me tonight!”

I laughed and said, “Trust me, Mat, I never underestimate your appeal with the ladies! Here’s to you!” I thrust out my Coke can in a salute to his performance.

I guess I thrust the can a little too hard. Coke came out of the opening and flew through the air. I wiggled to keep it from hitting me but I wasn’t fast enough. The brown liquid splashed on my right pants leg.

“SHIT!” I said, jumping up off the couch.

Matthias started laughing and clapped his hands. “Hell Riley, are you okay?”

I gave him a sarcastic look and said, “Sure, Mat. Don’t I look okay?!”

Matthias looked away and tried to stifle his laugh but he wasn’t successful. I could still hear laughter coming from him and I just looked down at the floor, shaking my head.

“Let me get you something to wipe it up.”

He turned and opened a closet that had some towels on an upper shelf. As he reached for one of them, I happened to look up.

Biiiiig mistake.

As Matthias reached for the towels, thick, corded muscle popped out from his back and arms, a look that is only achieved by guys who religiously work out their bodies. Since the towels were near the back of the shelf, he had to stand up on the balls of his feet to reach them. As he stretched, his hamstrings tightened and his ass flexed in the tight briefs. Two perfect spheres of muscle ass jutted out, a deep line separating them as the briefs wedged in his ass crack.

I just stood there and stared. There is no other word for it. I stared.

I could feel the blood rush to my cock as it got hard. Matthias was having trouble grabbing a towel on the shelf and stretched out to get it. As he stretched, the yellow spandex pulled up tighter and tighter on his mounds, the edges of his perfect ass starting to peak out of the brief. I felt my mouth go dry and my senses swim as the ass I had only dreamed about came into view. It was so round . . . so perfect . . . and soooo fuckable. Very fuckable.

Matthias finally grabbed the towel and started to turn around. I didn’t want him to see my hard on, so I turned my back to him and acted as if I was trying to dry my pants off.

“Shit, this Coke completely soaked my pants!”

Matthias handed me the towel. “Here, use this.”

I took the towel and, with my back still towards him, I dried myself off. As I rubbed the towel over my pants leg, I could feel something in my pocket. I reached in, pulled out my keys, a roll of ChapStick, a lottery ticket, and some breath mints, and put them on the table. I continued to wipe my pants but knew I’d have to take them off because I could still feel the damp spot where the Coke hit my leg.

My cock had softened enough so I pulled my pants off and sat down on the couch again. Matthias stood there for a minute watching me run the towel over my bare leg, then sat down next to me. Fuck, just what I needed. A muscle hunk sitting next to me while I’m sitting in a shirt and drawers! I could smell Mat’s body scent and I willed my cock not to get hard again.

Matthias started looking at the stuff from my pocket that I’d put on the table. He opened my roll of cherry flavored ChapStick and put some on his lips. I pulled the towel over my crotch area, in case my cock started to get hard.

“I always knew you were cherry, Mat!”

Matthias laughed. “Dude, you’re the cherry!” He tossed the ChapStick back on the table, then picked up the lottery ticket and looked at it.

“Didja win anything?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t checked the numbers.”

“You’d better, Riley! It was worth forty million dollars tonight!”

“I will, Mat, but not now. I’m tired and want to go home.”

Yawning, Matthias said, “Yeah, me too. And I’ve got a long drive ahead of me.”

Matthias lived past the north side of town and I knew he had at least a 90 minute drive. My house, on the other hand, was 15 minutes away.

“Hey Mat . . . you wanna stay over tonight? I mean, it’s almost 2:30 in the morning, dude.”

Matthias kept yawning. “Naw, that’s okay, Riley. I’ll go on home.”

“Hell Mat, you’re yawning like a baby! C’mon and sack out at my place.” Grinning, I punched him on the arm. “And don’t worry, I won’t molest you!”

Matthias was in the middle of a yawn, but stifled it when he started laughing.

“Yeah, like you’d molest me, man!” Matthias started shaking, he was laughing so hard.

I laughed along with him, but he had no idea how much I really did want to molest him. As he leaned back against the couch laughing, I looked at his hot body again.

Given his Filipino and Mexican heritage, Matthias’ skin was a gorgeous brown color, smooth and hairless. Fuck, the tattoos on each of his shoulders were so sexy! His left side had a series of spikes that looked like the horns of a deer, while the right side had a cascade of circles that resembled a sun. They swirled into an intricate design along his back, where they met in the middle. Matthias’s arms were stunning displays of muscle, with veins running up and down both sides of his forearms, biceps, and triceps. His pecs protruded from below his neck to midway down his chest, a very deep ridge separating the thick slabs of muscle. They were capped by large, reddish brown nipples, with bullet tips that always seemed to be aroused. A defined ridge of 6 abdominal muscles started underneath his pecs and continued down just below his navel. I licked my lips looking at the bulge in his briefs, which told me a large, fat cock resided inside, waiting to be revealed.

I could feel myself getting horny again and knew I needed to look away before he caught me perving on his physique.

Matthias finished laughing and stood up. He continued to yawn as he walked towards the closet.

“C’mon, Mat. You’re making me nervous. Come crash at my pad. You can go home in the morning.”

He turned around and looked at me for a moment, deep in thought. Then he shrugged, smiled and said, “Okay. If you’re sure it’s no problem.”

“Dude, it’s no problem. Get dressed and let’s go.”

“Okay. But I gotta stop at that Mini-mart store on the way to your house and get some bottled water.”

“Sure, no problem.”

My pants had dried a little bit and I pulled them back on. I could still feel where the Coke had spilled but it wasn’t as bad. Matthias pulled off his boots, pulled up some sweat pants over his briefs, put on a sleeveless shirt, and donned a hoodie. After putting on the hoodie, he reached over and started putting on some open toe sandals. I started to look as he bent over but averted my eyes, for fear of getting hard again. I looked down at the table and saw the stuff I had pulled out of my pants pocket.

“Hey Mat, would you do me a favor?”

“What?”

“Take that stuff so that it doesn’t get wet again in my pocket.”

“Okay.” He walked over and picked up my stuff off the table.

I started laughing. “Give me my keys though, dude! I can’t drive without them.” Matthias grinned and tossed me the keys, putting the rest of the stuff in his hoodie pocket. We walked to the dressing room door.

“You sure you remember how to get to my house, Mat?”

Matthias smiled and said, “I’ve been to clubs all over this city, Riley. I think I can remember where your little ole place is.”

“Okay, dude. See ya there!”

As he walked past me to go out the door, I saw the large bulge again in the front of his sweats. His tight ass rose and fell as he walked and the sweats clung tightly around it. I grinned and shook my head. You never change, Riley . . . you never change.

Fuck, why is it you can never find something when you really need it?

I was in my guest bedroom, searching in the closet for bed sheets. I knew Matthias was extremely tired and wanted to make up the bed quickly before he got here. I normally put the sheets in the closet but evidently, I had done something else with them, as I couldn’t find them.

As I searched, I thought about whether it was smart of me to have him here overnight. True, he was like a brother to me, and I couldn’t imagine myself taking advantage of him. But unfortunately I also knew ME . . . and resisting the temptation of his hot body just steps away from my bedroom would be difficult.

Sighing, I walked out of the closet and started looking in the dresser near the bed. I thought I heard a noise and stopped. For a moment, it was quiet and then I heard it again. It sounded like someone was pounding on my door.

I cautiously walked out into the hallway and heard the pounding thud again.

“Riley! Open the door, man!”

I walked over to the door and opened it. Matthias stood there a moment and then walked in quickly.

“Damn, I thought you had gone to sleep, dude!”

“I was trying to make up your bed before you got here. Shit, what’s with the pounding on the door, man? Why didn’t you just ring the doorbell?”

Matthias grinned sheepishly and said, “Sorry, man. I was just so excited, I forgot.”

I started walking back to the guest bedroom and Matthias followed.

“Excited? About what?”

“Riley, you’re not going to believe this, man! You won!”

Walking into the bedroom, I smiled at Matthias and said, “Won what, Mat?”

“The Mega-Millions lottery, man! Your ticket!”

I started laughing and said, “Quit bullshitting me, Mat. I’m too tired for that crap.”

“I’m serious, dude! When I was at the counter at the Mini-mart, they had these tickets with the results. I grabbed one and checked it against your ticket and almost all the numbers matched! The only one you didn’t match was the Megaball but all the others matched. ”

My eyes widened and Matthias grinned even wider. “Yeah, man! You’re rich!”

I was shocked. I had never won much of anything in my life and the odds of having a winning lottery combination were astronomical. They were only slightly better for matching 5 out of 5 but that still numbered in the hundred million to one range.

“Let me see it, Mat.”

I reached out my hand and Matthias gave me 2 tickets. I looked at the numbers on the results ticket. It had 5, 7, 12, 22, 38, with 14 as the Megaball. I looked at my lottery ticket. My Megaball pick was 26 but sure enough, my other numbers were 5, 7, 12, 22, and 38. I looked farther down on the results ticket to see what matching 5 of 5 was worth. At the bottom was written “5 out of 5 - $1,000,000”.

I looked back and forth between the results ticket and my lottery ticket two more times, reading them carefully. Then I looked at Matthias, shook my head, and screamed one of the most eloquent statements I had ever made . . .

“FUCK! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

Matthias must have noticed the shocked look on my face and said, “You see, Riley? You won a million bucks!”

Unfortunately, Matthias didn’t understand what my scream was about or why I had such a shocked look on my face. He may have “looked” at the tickets but he evidently didn’t look close enough. If he had looked closer, he would have seen that my ticket’s date was for LAST WEEK’S drawing.

The ticket I had in my hand wasn’t worth $1,000,000. It wasn’t worth $25. It wasn’t worth a damn thing.

Matthias slapped me on the shoulder and said, “Damn man, I thought you’d be more excited! You didn’t win the forty million, but a million is still a helluva lot of money.”

I took a deep breath, sighed, and sat down on the bed. Matthias sat down next to me. I was quiet for a moment and decided to tell him the truth. I looked at him and he was smiling. When I started speaking, he interrupted me.

“Mat . . .” 

“Riley, we’re good friends, right?”

“Sure, Mat. But let me tell you . . .”

“And we’ve always been honest with each other, right?”

“Yeah, but let me . . .”

“I need to ask you something but I don’t want you to get upset, okay?”

I had my mouth open to continue talking but the look Matthias had on his face caused me to close it. I nodded my head and indicated that he should go on.

He hung his head for a few moments and then lifted it up. He looked me in the eyes and then glanced away, which was really strange. Matthias is one of the easiest guys in the world to talk with, yet he was hemming and hawing around like he was afraid. After almost a minute of him opening his mouth, starting to speak, and then closing it, I was totally confused.

“What is it, Mat? Just say it, man. I won’t get mad at you.”

Matthias took a deep breath and said softly, “It embarrasses me to ask you, Riley.”

I smiled but was at a loss as to what he was embarrassed about. After another long pause, I started to speak again when Matthias spoke up.

“Do you think . . . I might could . . . uhhhh . . . maybe . . .”

Laughing, I said, “maybe what, Mat? C’mon!”

“Maybe . . . maybe . . . borrow . . . some money from you?”

Ahhhh, so that was it, I thought. I had to smile inside, knowing how hard it must have been for Matthias to ask that. He was such a proud man. He even had a hard time letting me buy a hamburger for him when we’d go out to eat. I had to order it with my food, just so he wouldn’t pay for it.

And of course now, he thought I had lots of money. So it probably really bothered him to ask me just as I was discovering my “riches”. I hated to disappoint him when he found out that my ticket was a dud.

“How much do you need, Mat?”

“I’m several years behind on my child support payments, Riley.” I knew Matthias had a 6 year old daughter, Ashley, so that didn’t shock me. However, I was somewhat surprised about his being behind in child support.

“Okay. How much do you need?”

“It’s a lot of money.”

I was starting to get exasperated but held my composure.

“Ok, I understand that, Mat. How much do you need?”

Matthias looked down at the floor, paused a moment, and with his voice barely a whisper said, “About twenty thousand dollars.”

Silence.

Matthias looked back at me, a sad look in his eyes.

“You know I’ve been working a lot the last year, right?”

I knew he had and nodded.

“I told you it was for a house, but it was really to help me catch up with my payments. Now, I’m only about $40,000 behind and it will take me 5 more years to catch up, since I have to keep paying my current payments as well. But when I was in court last month, the judge told me that if I didn’t come up with half of the money in 60 days, he would jail me until I paid up. I don’t have that kind of money, Riley. I mean, I make good money dancing but not enough to cover that.”

Shit! How was I going to tell him the truth now? He would be terribly embarrassed at having made such a mistake with the ticket in the first place and then asking me for money. To cap it all off, he would be completely humiliated admitting his financial problems to me, especially when I couldn’t help him.

Looking down, I felt very sad, both for the situation Matthias found himself in and that I couldn’t do anything about it. I sat there silently, trying to think of what to tell him.

“So, whadda ya think, Riley? I know it’s rude to ask you for money, but I have no one else to turn to.” He paused and then said, “I mean, it shouldn’t be too big a problem for you, now that you’ll have all that money, right?”

I looked up at Matthias and saw a glassy look in his eyes, as if he were about to cry. I looked back down.

His voice breaking, Matthias said, “I don’t wanna lose seeing Ashley or go to jail! Just tell me what I need to do, Riley . . . and I’ll do it.”

I closed my eyes. Fuck. Why did he have to say THAT? C’mon Riley. Answer him but don’t look at him. Don’t look at him, man.

Slowly, as if in a trance, my eyes opened. My gaze locked on the bulge in Matthias’s crotch. As it moved up to his face, I could feel my cock start to swell. I remembered those ripped abs, full, meaty pecs, and nipples . . . nipples that begged to be sucked. In my mind’s eye I could see those muscled arms that were a work of art. I remembered the classic symmetry and beauty of his back and legs as they stretched and arched in front of me. And finally I remembered that gorgeous ass. An ass that I had dreamed of many times. An ass that had peeked out at me tonight, full and muscled. An ass that was so straight and virgin, it would be tight as hell. An ass that needed a long, hard fuck. In short, an ass that was perfect . . . for me.

As I looked back in Matthias’s eyes, I fought the dark feelings that I could feel starting to rise. I just could not . . . COULD NOT . . . take advantage of Matthias. It would crush him and damage his innocent nature. I mean it was simply WRONG to take advantage of someone as sweet, loving, and trusting as Matthias. In a word, it was . . . evil.

Matthias covered his face with his hands and slowly lay back on the bed. I could hear him sniffing, as if trying to hold back tears.

“Fuck, I’m sooooooooooo tired . . .”

As if mesmerized, I turned towards Matthias. His perfect, muscular body lay prone on the bed. Lying there . . . waiting . . .

I tried to turn away but my gaze just wouldn’t leave the golden muscle god that was prostrate before me. As I stared at him, Matthias slowly pulled his hands from his face and looked at me with those beautiful sad eyes.

“So will ya, Riley? Lend me the money? I’ll do what it takes to pay it back, man. I SWEAR! You KNOW I will. I’ll work on your house . . . fix your car . . . help you do whatever. I may be just a dancer, but I KNOW I can work hard and do whatever you need done.”

My fuck lust was growing stronger. I knew I was losing control. I HAD to get out of the room or . . . I knew what would happen.

Matthias reached up and gently took my arm. “Whadda ya say, man? Will ya help me?”

That’s all it took. Just a touch.

With that, the dark clouds of sexual hunger and lust completely washed over me and took control. I looked down at Matthias’s hand on my arm and then at him. A smile slowly spread across my face.

“Sure, Mat. I’ll help you.”

Matthias sat up, a huge smile plastered on his face. “Riley, man, thanks! I just knew you’d help me, bro!” He grabbed me and hugged me hard. “You’re the best friend I ever had!”

Friend. Brother.

Traitor.

Matthias broke the embrace and said, “So what do you need me to do to earn the money, man?”

I grinned. “You’re a dancer, man! Why don’t you dance for me?” 

Matthias laughed. “Dance? C’mon man, be serious!”

“I am serious, Mat.”

Still laughing, Matthias said, “That’s not much to do for twenty thousand bucks, Riley.”

“Dude, I’ve got a million dollars now! That’s chump change.”

“Shit, you’ve seen me dance before. It’s nothing special.”

“Yeah, but you’ve always done it as an act for others. This time, you can do an act for me alone.”

Matthias had a quizzical look on his face. I guess he thought I was joking. “You really want me too? I mean . . . really?”

“Sure.” I hesitated a moment, then said, “Of course, if that bothers you or something . . .”

Matthias put his hands up. “Noooo, of course not! But . . . I guess . . . I just wasn’t expecting you to want to see me dance.”

Still grinning, I said, “Like you said, dude, you’re a dancer. It’s what you do best. And frankly, I think you’re a helluva dancer! I like to watch you. When you dance for the women, it’s really great. I wish I could dance like that.”

Matthias’s eyes lit up. “Aw, thanks, Riley! That’s really nice of you to say that.” He looked around the room. “Do you have any music? I don’t know what you want me to dance to.”

“Hold on a second, Mat.” I walked over to the dresser. My LCD display sat on the top. I turned it on, found the music channels on my YouTube subscription, and started one of the mellow rock music channels.

As I turned up the volume, I looked over at Matthias and smiled. He grinned back and said, “That’s sorta slow, Riley. I won’t be able to move very fast.”

“That’s okay, Mat. Just do one of the striptease routines I’ve seen you do at the club.”

Matthias grinned even wider. “A striptease? Awwww, you’re hot for my body, huh?” and burst out laughing.

I laughed along with him and, in a very sarcastic tone said, “Riiiight, Mat . . . I’m hot for your body . . .”

Matthias closed his eyes and started slowly swaying back and forth, holding on to the front of his hoodie. As his lower body swayed, my eyes went down, watching his cock move tantalizingly under the fabric. His hands started running up and down the front of his hoodie, lightly stroking his bulging chest underneath it, the tips of his nipples clearly showing through.

My cock filled quickly in my pants. My lust for him was so out of control, rational thought didn’t enter my mind anymore. There were no ifs, ands, or buts. I was gonna fuck Matthias. My cock was going up his tight virgin ass. And I wasn’t gonna stop pounding those perfect muscled globes until I had fucked him senseless.

All I had to do was lead him to his destiny.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed. Matthias was about a foot in front of me, swaying more and more, with his head thrown back and eyes closed, as if he were in a dream.

“Mat . . . c’mon man, I wanna see a show!” I paused. “Move around some . . . take off your hoodie.”

Without a word, Matthias started moving around. Fuck, he was so goddamn sexy! He slowly pulled his hoodie off and it fell to the floor. His huge biceps flexed as he ran his hands over more of his body . . . stroking his chest, his arms, his legs. He turned his body more and more, his magnificent ass coming into view.

Fuck, I almost lost it right there! His sweatpants could hardly hold his ass. As he moved, his muscular globes swayed under the material, beckoning you to look at them. I could almost feel myself going forward, running my hands over the ripe mounds, then ripping the pants wide open, and sticking my tongue in his tight hole.

I watched Matthias for another minute, and said, “More man! I want my money’s worth!”

Matthias opened his eyes and grinned. “Just like the clubs, huh? Okay, man . . . watch this . . .”

With that, he reached down with both hands, lifted his shirt up and pulled it off. He hung it around his neck for a minute and then tossed it on the floor, next to his jacket. As his body swayed and danced to the music, his hands moved to his crotch and he sensuously rubbed his cock through the sweat pants. As I watched, the bulge seemed to grow. After ten seconds of rubbing, his hands moved up to the drawstring and untied it.

Matthias ran his fingers lightly inside the sweat pants and lowered them little by little. As the pants descended, his yellow briefs slowly appeared. Matthias continued dancing as he lowered his pants. When they got to the middle of his crotch, he began to turn.

Shit! I was pissed because I wanted to see how big his cock had grown. But as he turned, I got an even bigger treat. His hot muscle ass came back into view. Because his ass was so big, the pants didn’t come down as easily as the front and were still close to the top. Matthias ran his hands around his hips and to the back. Slowly . . . tauntingly . . . he lowered the sweats down. The yellow briefs clung to the tight mounds of ass and Matthias had to push the sweats down harder to get them over his muscular globes.

I had almost stopped breathing as Matthias’s glorious spandex covered ass was revealed. It was practically sexual overload! But I had seen Matthias dance this routine in the clubs many times and I knew what was coming. Sure enough, as soon as his sweats got to the bottom of his butt, he bent over and lowered them slowly down his legs. I thought his fantastic ass cheeks were going to bust out of the spandex. As the material drew tighter over the muscled mounds, my eyes zeroed in on the crack between them. I knew that deep in that crack was the ultimate prize . . . Matthias’s undefiled, tight, hairless asshole.

Matthias stepped out of the sweat pants and all he had on was his yellow briefs and his blue bandana. Then, he began to really move his body to the music. There was no doubt he was one helluva dancer. When he moved, his muscles just flexed and popped. He knew how to thrust his cock and ass so that you’d go wild trying to grab it. Hands running all over his body, his tongue licking his biceps . . . he was a fucking sexy dancing work of art. When he got like this, he was in another world. As Matthias continued to dance in front of me, I put my hands out to touch him.

This was make or break time. While I had watched him dance at the clubs many times, I had never gotten in the line of men to touch him. Now I was going to see what his reaction was to my hands on his body.

Carefully, my fingers touched his abs. Matthias continued to dance and sway. After a few moments, I started running my hands up and down the tight muscle, and looked up at him. No reaction. His eyes were closed and his hands behind his head.

I began to move my hands around more. They went around his waist, to the small of his back. Then back around to his abs . . . and moved up slowly. His pecs rose up like twin plateaus, capped by his fully erect nipples. I continued to look at Matthias’s face as my fingers went over the muscled ridges. Other than a slight twitch, he continued to dance in front of me, his eyes closed. I figured he knew I was touching him but that it was no different to him than when someone touched him at the club.

My hands were almost shaking as I started rubbing them over his massive chest. I pinched the muscle with my fingers and then lightly ran my fingertips over his nipples. I was literally fondling Matthias sexually and it didn’t seem to faze him. His fucking chest felt so nice and my cock was rock hard the entire time.

After a few minutes of fondling his chest, I dropped my hands, got up, and walked behind him. Matthias continued to dance and my eyes immediately dropped to his ass. I don’t know if Matthias knew I was behind him or he had just reached a point in his routine, but he began to thrust and move his waist, like a Philippine macho dancer. His ass was constantly moving and I put my hands on his waist, slowly running them up and down his sides. The thrusting became more pronounced and I knew Matthias was completely into the rhythm and motion of his dancing, as if no one else was there.

Now was the perfect time to start him down the pathway. Soon I would spread his legs and take his straight ass virginity.

As my hands ran down his waist each time, they moved closer and closer to his briefs. When I felt the spandex, my fingers bent slightly. As Matthias continued to thrust and grind, the tips of my fingers slowly slipped under the waistband of his briefs. As he danced in front of me, my cock was iron hard and the sensual motion of Matthias’s dancing heightened my lust for him. All I felt was smooth skin and in a moment, my first knuckle was inside.

Little by little, the rest of my fingers, and then my thumb, went farther inside. I could feel his tight abs under his smooth skin. Soon, my second knuckle slipped in. As my hands descended, they slowly moved towards his crotch. Matthias seemed to be in another world and in a moment, my middle fingers touched the base of his cock. I rubbed my fingertips lightly over the base, feeling its curve as it descended downward.

Matthias’s dancing continued and I was in shock. My hands were completely in his drawers, I was touching the root of his cock, and he wasn’t even aware of it. At least . . . that’s what I thought.

A quiet voice cut through the music. “Riley, you’re touching my stuff, man.”

I didn’t say anything.

I could feel Matthias’s rhythm change. He was still moving but was slowing down his thrusting and grinding. I left my hands where they were.

In the same quiet voice, he said “Riley . . . you’re my friend, man. I know you want to feel . . . but respect my limits . . . okay?”

I paused a moment before answering. “Okay, Mat. I understand.” 

Of course I understood. I was going to respect his limits.

Only I wanted to see how far those limits went.

I slowly pulled my hands out of Matthias’s briefs, walked back in front of him, sat down on the bed, and looked at him. He was looking down at me and said, “You still want me to dance? I’m getting sorta tired.”

Smiling, I said, “Just a little more, Mat. I like to watch you.”

Matthias smiled back, closed his eyes and began dancing aggressively again. I reached out, grabbed behind his legs, and pulled him closer to me. I pulled him forward until his abs were almost in my face. Which is exactly where I wanted him to be.

As Matthias danced, I put my hands on his waist and ran them up and down and around his back. After a few moments, they rested on his spandex covered ass. Since he knew I was feeling him up, I was less cautious this time. I put my hands inside his briefs and felt his hard muscled ass. Shit, it felt fucking fantastic! It was unreal how hard it was! I kept squeezing his ass and the muscle was so solid I could barely grip it. The more I squeezed, the more I closed my eyes and thought about the feel of my crotch bouncing off his muscle ass as I fucked him.

As I squeezed his ass, my hands moved from the side to the side, up and down, back and forth. Little by little, I was pushing his briefs down his ass. Since he was moving so much, Matthias didn’t catch on to what was happening. I moved my hands around, as if I was feeling his abs again, and noticed that his drawers were inching down at his waist as well. Within a minute, I could feel the spandex halfway down Matthias’s ass and it was rapidly approaching the base of his cock in front.

Matthias stopped dancing abruptly, and looked down at me. There was a shocked look on his face.

“Fuck, Riley, what are you doing? My shorts are almost off!”

Smiling sweetly, I said, “Mat, you have such a great body, I just wanted to see it.”

Pulling up his briefs, he said, “I know, dude, but that’s a little . . .”

“I mean, after all, twenty thousand is a lot of money. Didn’t you tell me that dancing wasn’t much to do for that amount? I figured seeing all of you was worth it.”

“I know man, and I’m flattered. But that’s going a little too far.”

Still smiling, I said, “Okay . . . so how much would it take?”

There was a moment of silence. Matthias looked completely surprised. “What do you mean?”

“If I gave you ten thousand dollars more would you strip? Completely?”

Matthias gave a weak smile and said, “Riley, thanks man. I mean, I appreciate it. But it will be hard enough to pay back the twenty thousand. I don’t think I could pay back thirty thousand.”

“Who said anything about paying it back? I’ll GIVE you the $30,000.”

The look on Matthias’s face was priceless.

“You mean . . . you mean you’d give . . . you’d GIVE me the money? I wouldn’t have to pay it back?”

“Absolutely, Mat. As soon as I cash the ticket, the money is yours.”

Matthias looked down, deep in thought. I knew what he was thinking. He needed $40,000 to pay off his complete child support debt. He only had to come up with $20,000 to keep from going to jail, but that only postponed the inevitable. He still was going to have to come up with another $20,000. And here was a friend who was willing to help him. A friend that had just come into a lot of money.

“I don’t know, Riley. I mean, sure, I’d like the money. But damn man, you’re my friend. I’d feel sorta . . . I don’t know . . . like I was stripping for my brother or something.”

Time to up the ante.

“Mat look, you’re my friend, but you’re also a good looking man. I can’t help it if I like looking at your body. It’s not like we’re girlfriends or boyfriends or shit like that. You’re just doing it for your daughter. Remember?”

Hell, was I a manipulative motherfucker or what?

“Tell you what. You strip for me, let me run my hands over you, throw in a lick here and there . . .”

“A lick?”

“ . . . and I’ll give you the entire forty thousand dollars.”

Matthias sort of shook his head, as if not understanding.

“What do you mean a lick?”

“Aw Mat, sometimes, I’ll just touch a guy’s tats or his abs lightly with my tongue. Don’t get to thinking I want to lick you all over, dude! What have you always told me? It’s just a job, right?”

“Yeah, but licking me . . .”

“For forty thousand dollars. Don’t forget that, Mat. Fuck, we’re not talking about getting married here!”

Jeez, I was saying anything to get him to agree! But one way or another, he was gonna spread those muscled ass cheeks.

“So, whadda ya say, Mat? C’mon . . .”

Matthias bit his lower lip and thought for another 15 seconds. Then, he looked up at me, smiling weakly, and said, “Okay. For forty thousand dollars. But that’s it, dude.”

I put my fist out and Matthias bumped it with his. It was a deal. A deal that would end up with Matthias having a thoroughly fucked ass.

“So, what do you want me to do?”

“Nothing, Mat. Just stand there in front of me and I’ll do all the work. Relax, close your eyes, and think of whatever you want.” Matthias closed his eyes and stood there. Waiting.

I started breathing heavier as I looked at Matthias. That perfect body was in front of me and now open to whatever I wanted to do.

I walked behind Matthias, put my hands on his hard ass, and slowly pushed his briefs down. Again, those beautiful, smooth orbs began to appear and I pushed the briefs down and over the mounds. When they were half way down, I reached around and began to lower the front of the briefs. As they went down in front, I could feel them hang as they got to Matthias’s cock. I went back around to the front and sat down on the bed. I hesitated only a moment, then grabbed the spandex at the bottom of the briefs and pulled them down. Matthias’s thick cock popped out and I pulled the briefs over his huge thigh muscles and down until they were a heap at his feet. He lifted up his feet and I slipped the briefs off. Except for the bandana, he was completely nude. Slowly, I sat back on the bed and looked with anticipation at the man of my dreams.

Fuck! I literally felt light headed! The body I had lusted after for years was inches in front of me. Matthias’s cock was thick, uncut and hung down slightly curved, resting on a nice set of nuts. His pubes were shaved and his crotch was completely smooth, as was his ball sack. I could see his cockhead under the top of the foreskin, and it looked large with thick lips. I could hardly wait to see it hard.

Reaching out, I put my hands on Matthias’s pecs, squeezing them and enjoying the smooth hardness that I had experienced earlier. I ran my hands down his chest, over his taut abs, and slowly around his crotch. I was careful not to touch his cock so he wouldn’t freak and continued running my hands down his legs. His thighs and hamstrings were so huge, I couldn’t even fit both of my hands around his legs. Carefully, I stood up and ran my hand over his right arm as I moved around behind him. I could feel his muscles in his arm tense up as I touched him. Moving behind him, my hands ran to his shoulders and around to his back.

As I came around behind him, I looked at his ass and stopped in my tracks.

Fuuuuuuuuuck! My mouth started salivating and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Matthias’s ass was truly a work of art. Each of his cheeks looked like a huge, ripe melon and was flawless. Not a hair, not a scratch, mole, or any other blemish appeared on the skin. The muscle made his ass jut out so far, I couldn’t see where his cheeks met his legs, unless I squatted down. I stared and stared at his ass, especially at the spot where his cheeks met. That all-consuming dark lust swelled up in me again. I knew I couldn’t wait much longer to get my cock between those ass cheeks and into that hot, tight hole that had never been entered before.

I tore my glance away and began to rub his back, inching my body closer to his. Those beautiful tattoos ran across his back and I lightly put my tongue out and licked them. His skin tasted good and every now and then, I’d kiss it. I felt Matthias shudder when I did that but he didn’t say anything. I continued running my hands over his back and waist and ran my tongue over his tats again. After a few minutes, I began to lick other parts of his back. Every now and then I’d feel him shudder but it was just a quick tremor, as if I had touched a nerve.

I continued around to the front and sat down on the bed. I was curious if all the rubbing and licking had caused his cock to get hard. It did look a little plumper but he definitely wasn’t getting an erection. Maybe it was time to change that.

I moved my hands to his waist and abs and continued rubbing his body. After a few moments, I pushed Matthias back a little so I could squat down in front of him. Leaning forward, I licked one of his six pack muscles. It was hard and tight and Matthias laughed and jumped a little. Grinning, I held on to his waist and licked some more of his abs. Soon, I was tonguing all around his stomach. Every now and then, Matthias would shudder again. Evidently, he was very sensitive in that area. The more I licked, the lower I would go. I was also rubbing Matthias’s legs, especially on the inside near his nuts. The back of my hands would graze his ball sack from time to time and I felt Matthias flinch. As I ran my tongue lower, I looked down and saw that Matthias’ cock, while not erect, was a little harder. I continued to rub his legs, then leaned forward quickly and sucked his cock into my mouth.

For a moment, Matthias stood there and did nothing. I savored the feel of his thick meat in my mouth and started swirling my tongue around his cock. Then the reality of what happened set in and he jumped back quickly, his cock pulling out of my mouth. Anger flashed across his face.

“FUCK, Riley! I can’t BELIEVE you did that!!!”

I stood up and smiled at Matthias. “You can’t believe I did what?”

“You know goddamn well what! I didn’t tell you that you could suck my dick, man. I just can’t BELIEVE you did it! You’re my FRIEND, for chrissakes!”

I laughed and said, “I didn’t do it as your friend, Mat. I’m paying you forty thousand dollars. As you always say, it’s just business.”

“You were giving me the money to see me dance and strip, man. That’s all! And it was business but that stuff wasn’t included. And it’s over now.” Matthias started picking up his clothes.

“You mean to tell me you’d walk out on seventy five thousand dollars?”

“You’re damn right I’d walk out . . .” Matthias stopped and looked at me. “Whadda ya mean seventy five thousand?”

“I mean I’ll give you seventy five thousand dollars if you let me play with you a little.”

Matthias looked at me and frowned. “No dude, I can’t. I’m not like that.”

I walked over and put my hand on his shoulder. Matthias jerked his shoulder away.

“Mat, you mean to tell me you’ve never had your cock sucked before?”

“By a GIRL, not a guy. Not that there weren’t guys that wanted to. They propositioned me all the time at the club.”

“That’s right. But none of them were offering you seventy five thousand to do it. And I imagine no woman ever offered you that either.”

Matthias was quiet as I spoke. I knew I’d have to talk fast and be persuasive if I was going to get him on the bed.

“Look Mat, you don’t have to do anything. Shit, you probably won’t be able to tell the difference! It’s all in your mind. But with seventy five thousand bucks, you can pay your child support off and still have money.”

Matthias was still quiet but his head was shaking no.

“Okay, Mat, one hundred thousand. Let me . . . umm . . . enjoy you for . . . let’s say 15 minutes . . . and that’s it.”

Matthias’s eyes almost popped out of his head. “15 minutes?”

I smiled and nodded. “For one hundred thousand bucks.” Which, of course, was no problem. After all, didn’t he just bring me a winning ticket for one million?

Matthias turned away and lowered his head. I kept silent and watched him carefully. Knowing how straight Matthias was, I knew he was struggling with wanting the money but doing what he had to do to get it. It truly went against all his instincts to have a guy touch him sexually, much less to have a guy suck him off.

But I also knew this was it. This was for all the marbles. If I could get him on his back on the bed to suck his cock, his flawless heterosexual body was all mine. Because there was no way he was leaving that bed before my cock was deep up his ass, fucking the shit out of him.

Finally, Matthias turned and looked at me. Quietly, he said, ”Riley, don’t do this to me, man. You’re my friend. Hell, my good friend. You know I’d do most anything for money. I’ve let you do stuff with me that I’ve let no other guy do. But you KNOW I’m not into guys. Don’t make me choose, like this.”

For a moment, the clouds of lust cleared and I started thinking. I thought about all the great times Matthias and I had experienced together. What a warm, loving friend he had been to me. How humble and down to earth he was, even though he was built like a Greek god and oozed sexual excitement. I thought about his daughter, Ashley, and how he was a good father to her, even though she didn’t live with him. I knew the world was a better place with people like Matthias and it was reprehensible what I was doing to him. And the more I thought, the more I thought about letting this fantasy go and ending it right now.

But like the war that was raging in Matthias’s mind, the war between decency and corruption was raging in mine. I looked at Matthias and saw my good friend. But I also looked at him as a hot, sexy, straight guy that had one of the finest asses alive. Like an addict, I HAD to have it! I HAD to feel that tight wetness around my cock as it forced its way into virgin territory. I just HAD to. And Matthias didn’t have to choose. If he really didn’t want to do it, he didn’t have to. I know he was tempted by the money, but having sex with me wasn’t the only way he could get it. So, if he succumbed to the lure of money, that was HIS choice . . . not mine.

I walked over to him, put my hand on his arm, and said, “Okay, Mat, I hear you. You don’t have to do it. I was just offering you a quick opportunity to take care of Ashley and be financially independent so you wouldn’t find yourself in the same situation again. But if you choose not to, I completely understand. I mean a hundred thousand bucks is a lot of money and most straight guys would have the strength to lie back for 15 minutes and endure it for that. But, as I said, I understand if you’re not among those that would. After all, you made a good haul tonight at the club. Two hundred bucks is good money.”

I turned around, walked over to the dresser, and said, “I’ll make up the bed and let you sleep. Like you said earlier, I’m sure you’re dead tired.”

There was silence as I opened the dresser drawers looking for the sheets again. Matthias hadn’t moved. As I searched for the sheets, I heard a funny sound. I looked over at Matthias and noticed his shoulders were slumped and his breathing was ragged. He muttered something that I couldn’t understand. I walked over to him.

“Mat . . . what did you say?”

Silence.

I started to speak again when I heard Matthias’s quiet voice.

“Okay, Riley . . . I’ll do it.”

I didn’t say anything and kept looking at him. For a few moments, Matthias didn’t move. Then he raised his shoulders and looked at me. His eyes were wet and he had the saddest look on his face.

“Swear to God though, you can’t tell anybody about this. ANYBODY!”

I smiled and nodded. “Of course, Mat. It’s between you and me. No one else needs to know.”

Matthias nodded weakly and I saw his eyes were still wet. He was physically and emotionally exhausted.

“I’m so tired, man. Fucking tired. Can’t we do this tomorrow?”

I knew that if I didn’t take him now, I’d never get him. He was worn out and wanted to sleep. But I knew he’d change his mind in the morning if he went to sleep now.

“I swear, man, I’ll be as quick as I can. Just lie down in the middle of the bed.”

Matthias didn’t move for a moment. Finally, he stumbled over to the bed and climbed on with his hands and knees. As he bent over, his incredible ass was on full display. Smiling, I knew that before the hour was out, I would take absolute possession of it.

Matthias reached the middle of the bed and turned over on his back. He lay there a minute, his eyes closed. I walked over to the small table beside the bed, reached in the drawer, and got out a bottle of flavored extra slick lube. I also pulled a condom out and palmed it in my hand so he wouldn’t see it. Walking back over to the foot of the bed, I stripped out of my clothes. His eyes were still closed and he had a blank look on his face.

“Spread your legs, Mat.”

God, how many times had I dreamed about saying that to him! For a moment, he didn’t move and I thought he was asleep. Then, with his eyes still closed, he slowly spread his legs. He didn’t move them much, so I moved in between them, put my hands on his thighs and pushed them farther apart. As they spread, I said, “Bend your knees some, Mat. It will make it easier for you.” He bent his knees and his legs pulled up.

What a site! My sexy stud was on his back, exhausted, completely naked, and legs spread. He was ready. So was I.

I put some of the lube on my hands and wiped them together, making sure my hands were liberally covered with it. Carefully, I leaned over and ran my hands on the insides of his legs next to his balls. I started rubbing his inner legs, his balls, and finally his cock with the lube. Matthias didn’t move and kept his eyes closed. It was as if he was totally disconnected with what was happening to him.

Matthias’s cock was limp. I leaned down closer to it and began to blow on it, carefully rubbing his balls with one hand, while I jacked his cock with the other. In less than a minute, I felt his magnificent cock begin to swell and rise. His foreskin pulled back and the head started peeking out. As his cock got bigger and bigger, his foreskin completely retracted and the head emerged . . . full, pink, and smooth. I poured more of the lube on his cock and it dribbled down the sides, letting my hand run easily up and down the lengthening tube. In no time Matthias’s cock was standing proudly at 8 thick inches, with a smooth, moist head. The lips were so nice and really made the head look like a mushroom. I couldn’t wait any longer. I opened my mouth and took the delicious piece of meat inside.

As my lips descended down the fat pole, I licked and licked, remembering that I was the only guy who had ever had Matthias’s cock in his mouth. That excited me even more and as I came back up, I swirled my tongue around and around the heavy head. I could hear myself slurp and suck on his pole over and over and over. All it did was get harder and bigger. After a few minutes I took it all down my throat. But the fucking thing was so big, I started to gag. So I pulled up and concentrated on just enjoying having most of Matthias’s beautiful pole in my mouth. From time to time, I heard Matthias squeal and jerk as I swirled my tongue hard around his sensitive head.

As much as I enjoyed Matthias’s extraordinary cock, I knew that the time had come to take what I really wanted. His extraordinary, tight, virgin ass.

I pulled my mouth off his cock, started jacking it with my hand, and said, “Mat, I need you to get on your hands and knees so I can suck you from the front.” Matthias didn’t say anything, nor did he move.

In a stronger voice, I said, “Mat . . . c’mon man, I’m almost done. I want to get at you from the front and I can’t do it while you’re on your back. This is the last of it.”

Matthias still did not move and after another few seconds, I reached out and pulled on his arm. “C’mon, Mat . . . you’ll get off faster this way. It will take more time with you on your back.”

Matthias was sluggish as he tried to rise. He opened his eyes but they were unfocused and he looked devoid of emotion.

“Turn around, man. On your hands and knees.”

Slowly . . . oh so slowly . . . Matthias turned over and got on his hands and knees. But as he leaned forward, his arms started to give way. His hands started sliding to the side and his chest went down.

“Whoa, Mat! Be careful. You’re tired so rest your arms.” I leaned over the bed and helped him fold his arms. He obviously was so tired and worn out, he wasn’t going to last much longer.

As I went around behind him, I smiled at the setup. Matthias was bent down at the waist, the top of his chest on the bed, and his ass . . . that perfect muscle ass . . . was thrust out behind him. The final countdown was beginning.

I picked up my bottle of lube, got on my back, and wiggled between Matthias’s legs. His cock was still hard and still primed for action. I leaned up and sucked it back in my mouth, slurping on the head, and running the thick pole back and forth between my lips.

As I started sucking him again, I opened the lube bottle and poured a generous amount in my hands. From underneath, I reached both hands up around Matthias’s waist and felt for the top of his ass cheeks. When I found it, I moved the lube bottle to the top and slowly squeezed the lube out. Matthias’s ass cheeks were so big that they formed a perfect trough. The lube went straight into the crack and started flowing down. As I felt it descend, I reached out and pulled his cheeks apart so that the lube would go in the deep crack between them. Fuck, his ass was so muscular, that it was hell trying to pull the cheeks apart! But I kept at it, squeezing more lube out, and letting it run down between his cheeks.

Sucking Matthias and lubing up his ass was tiring. But evidently, Matthias was just as tired. I could feel his body start to tremble and I let his cock out of my mouth and wiggled back out from under him. I was just in time because Matthias started groaning, his knees starting to give out.

As I stood up, Matthias’s body was practically crashing on the bed. I carefully grabbed his legs and straightened them out so he wouldn’t get hurt. In a few seconds, his body completely slumped and he was flat on the bed. I walked around to the side of the bed and leaned down. His face lay on its left side and his eyes were closed.

“Mat! Are you okay?”

He didn’t say anything. I was getting a little nervous and I gently shook him.

“Mat!! Talk to me, man!”

After a few moments, his lips moved and his eyes fluttered open. “Yeaaaah . . . okay . . . just tired . . . let me sleep . . .”

“Okay, Mat. Let me cover you up.”

Matthias weakly nodded his head and closed his eyes again. I went over and turned on the light, then walked back to the end of the bed, looking at the prostrate muscle hunk before me. Unfortunately for him, before I let him sleep, I was going to finish what I had started. And get the great prize that I had desired for so long.

As Matthias lay there, I reached over, grabbed his legs, and pulled. In seconds, his legs were completely spread apart and I looked with intense lust at the muscular mounds of ass that stood before me. I grabbed the lube bottle that was on the bed and picked up the condom I had dropped near it. I looked at it for a moment and then tossed it behind me. Matthias’s ass was just too perfect to not experience it bare and nothing was going to keep my cock from that perfect encounter.

I got on my knees behind Matthias and ran my hands along his legs. Like the rest of his body, they were silky smooth and bulged with muscle everywhere. My hands finally reached his ass. The muscled halves were slick from the lube I had poured on earlier and my hands slid around them easily. I squeezed and grasped the mounds of muscle. They were hard and tight and my cock was like a steel rod. When I reached for both edges of his full cheeks and began to pull them apart, it was hard work because the muscle didn’t yield easily. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if the reason straight men always worked their ass muscles so hard at the gym was so that no one could see their assholes easily. I smiled at the thought as I went farther down his fantastic ass. Suddenly, Matthias’s ass cheeks parted and his asshole stared back at me . . . beckoning me to look closer. I held those perfect melons far apart and looked lustfully at that pure, untouched hole.  I knew that many gay men had fantasized about fucking it for years.

There was not a wisp of hair in Matthias’s ass crack or around his asshole. His tight pucker was a brownish pink in color and was very small. My hand was shaking slightly as I ran my lubed finger lightly back and forth over the opening. The hole winked and shuddered as I played with it. All of a sudden, I felt a slight stirring in Matthias. I guess he could tell something wasn’t right. His voice was weak and slurred. 

“Wat . . .  wat . . . you doin . . .”

I didn’t answer him and poured more lube in his ass crack and on his hole. I rubbed the lube all in his crack with my left hand, while my right index finger rubbed more insistently over his hole. It opened up just a teeny bit but I was able to push my finger inside slightly. Matthias evidently could tell what I was trying to do, as his body was stirring more. He spoke to me in his frail voice again.

“Stop . . . Ry . . . Riley . . . stop man . . .”

His total exhaustion was evident because his legs were barely moving and his arms were floundering. He seemed to be trying to lift himself up or turn over but he couldn’t manage it. I kept lubing up his ass and pushing my finger deeper and deeper. His hole was so tight, it was hard to get in far. I kept pouring lube on my fingers and was able to insert another one. Matthias kept flailing, trying to stop me, but he could barely move. I pushed harder and my fingers went in just a little farther. As I kept twisting my fingers, I could feel the hole start to loosen up. I poured more lube on and in moments, my fingers were in almost to my second knuckle. It felt soft and wet inside the loosening hole and my lust was consuming me rapidly.

Matthias was struggling more now, even in his exhaustion. I knew I had to get in his ass soon or he might find the strength to stop me.

“Fuck . . . get off . . . stoppppp . . .”

Matthias’s ass was so slick with lube, my fingers were moving much easier inside, even though his sphincter muscle was still tight. I reached down, found my cock, and started lubing it up. It had been so hard for so long, I just prayed that it wouldn’t go down. But I knew that once it got up inside Matthias, it would never lose its erection.

Matthias was trying one last time to get me off and prevent me from fucking him. His voice was very weak but the anger and fear in it were unmistakable.

“Riley . . . fuck man, STOP! . . . don’t . . . you’re my FRIEND, goddammit . . . forget the money . . . get off me . . .”

Fuck that, I thought. I would never have another chance to fuck the most perfect straight ass I knew. I had gone too far to stop and it was inevitable. Matthias . . . my good friend . . . was going to get fucked.

My cock was completely slick with lube now. But Matthias started thrashing around and it took both of my hands and all my strength to push him back down on the bed. I moved up next to his ass, pulled those hard muscle ass cheeks apart, and held my cock right on his smooth, slippery hole. I could feel the opening give just slightly as I centered my cockhead on it. Holding my stiff pole, I pushed down. For a moment, the tight hole refused to budge. I kept pressing hard and suddenly, I could feel the hole begin to open and my cockhead slip in. Matthias could feel his ass opening up too and I heard him groan.

“Uhhh . . . nooo . . . stoppppp . . .”

I continued to press down and watched my cock disappear little by little inside Matthias’s ass. He was groaning louder now and his right fist started beating on the bed as I kept thrusting forward. In a few moments, my pubes were up against those glorious ass cheeks and I saw the last of my cock vanish inside.

OH . . . MY . . . FUCKING . . . GOD!

The feeling was indescribable! Matthias’s tight ass grabbed my cock like a vise. Even though it was tight, all my dick felt surrounding it was a soft, wet, hot furnace. I hated to even think about pulling it out because Matthias’s ass felt so great.

I waited a minute, savoring the feel of being inside that straight muscle ass. Matthias was moving feebly now that I had penetrated his fuck hole. His voice became more of a moan and I could hear him muttering.

As Matthias continued to mutter, I lay down on his back and pushed his legs apart farther with my legs. Slowly, I began to pull my cock back. I could feel the inside of Matthias’s ass grasping it as it moved out, holding on to it, as if refusing to let it leave. I left the head just inside his hole and pushed it back in hard. Matthias groaned. I pulled it back and shoved it back in again harder. As I kept moving my cock in and out of his ass, his hole began to loosen up nicely. In a few minutes, my dick was moving easily inside him.

As I fucked Matthias, his muttering stopped. I could hear him groan every now and then when I threw a hard fuck stroke in him, but otherwise, he was quiet. I closed my eyes and started fucking Matthias like I’d wanted for years. As I pounded his ass, my crotch just bounced off the firm muscle and I would try even harder to shove my cock back up his hole. I was like a man possessed, ramming my cock in Matthias’s ass as far as I could, trying to make him take every bit of fucking I could give him.

As I fucked, I reached under Matthias, grabbed his pecs, and started squeezing. They were still hard and firm. I could feel the tips of his nipples and I started twisting and squeezing them as well. Matthias started groaning more as I molested his chest. I’m sure it probably hurt him but I could not get enough of his fucking sexy chest. As I squeezed his pecs and nips, my fuck stroke got faster and I thumped his ass harder and harder.

Feeling his chest got my hormones raging again and I knew I had to get deeper in his ass. Matthias hadn’t moved in some time and I knew that to get what I wanted, I would have to take a chance.

I threw one final hard fuck into Matthias and pulled out. As soon as my cock came out of his ass, I went to the right side of the bed. Matthias just lay there and I pulled him over to the side quickly. As soon as he got near the edge of the bed, I grabbed his arm and leg and, using all my strength, I turned him over onto his back. As he lay on his back, his head started lolling and his arms and legs moved slightly. I hurried back to the end of the bed, grabbed Matthias under his knees and pushed up. Goddam his legs were fucking heavy! I had to struggle but I finally managed to get his legs up above my shoulders. Quickly, I laid them on each of my shoulders and pushed them back towards his chest.

As Matthias’s legs went back, his ass rose up in front of me. I leaned harder on his thighs so they were laying on his chest and pulled his ass cheeks apart. His well fucked hole was waiting for dick and I didn’t want it to wait any longer. I quickly shoved my cock in and it sank deep into his ass. I thought I was heaven as that indescribable hot, wet feeling surrounded my cock again.

Matthias didn’t even moan as I sank back in and started fucking him hard again. I was battering his hole even tougher than before and continued to bounce off his hard muscle ass. As I got back in my fuck rhythm, I leaned down and started kissing Matthias. He moved his head to break the kiss but I continued to kiss him and suck on his lips, his face, his neck. It was as if I was trying to eat him up. I fucked on, knowing though that I wouldn’t last much longer.

After a couple of minutes of kissing, I grabbed Matthias’s chest again, squeezing his pecs, pinching his nipples, and quickening my fuck stroke. I imagine I looked like a machine . . . humping Matthias in fast, quick strokes and then slowing down and long dicking him. I could feel my nuts churning and I knew I was only moments away from coming. I grabbed Matthias in almost a bear hug and started pounding his ass harder. He was like a rag doll and his body just bounced around as I fucked his fantastic ass. All of a sudden, my nuts boiled over and I could feel my cum shooting out of my cock into Matthias’s ass. I don't know how many times I shot . . . three . . . five . . . ten . . . who knows. All I felt was that glorious experience of unloading all the hot goo you have into a hot ass . . . into a hot body . . . into a hot man.

I lay on Matthias’s chest, gasping for breath. My breathing soon slowed down and I rose up carefully. Matthias lay there, a mottled red color all over his chest where I’d squeezed and pinched it. His eyes were closed and I wasn’t sure he was even conscious. I pulled back and took his legs off my shoulders as my cock pulled out of his fuck hole. I kept looking at Matthias, wondering what to do. His eyes opened slowly and it took a moment for his gaze to focus. His eyes were wet with tears and his face looked devastated. I just stared at him in silence. After a minute, his lips moved and he spoke so quietly, I could barely hear him.

“Why?”

I continued to look at him silently, not sure what to say.

“I thought . . . thought . . . you . . . were my . . . friend . . .”

“I am your friend, Mat. I just couldn’t stop myself.”

Matthias closed his eyes and said, “You were my friend . . . I trusted you . . . and you did . . . did that to me . . .”

I hung my head. After a few moments, I looked back at him and said, “Mat . . . the ticket is yours. You sign the back of it and turn it in. All the money is yours. I’m so sorry . . .”

Matthias’s eyes opened quickly.

“You think money will make it right?” He closed his eyes again.

“You fucking raped me, Riley. I never thought a friend would rape me!”

Slowly, he opened them again and said, “I know guys wanted me for sex but I was never afraid that they would rape me. And I never thought that you would do something . . . like that . . .”

He couldn’t continue and tears started rolling down his cheeks.

I hung my head again and stood there. Accused. Guilty. But it had happened. And there was nothing I could do about it.

I walked over to the dresser, picked up the Mega-Millions ticket, and put it on the table next to the bed.

“Sign the back, Mat, before you turn it in . . . I’m sorry, man. I’m really, REALLY sorry, man.”

I walked out of the room, went to my bedroom, locked the door, and got in bed. Despite what happened, sleep came quickly to me. Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was just the emotion of what I had done. All I know is the next morning, when I went into the other bedroom, Matthias was gone. Other than the messed up bed, there was no trace of what had happened in the room. I shook my head sadly and walked out. Lying on the floor was the Mega-Millions ticket.

As I drank my coffee at work on Monday, I thought about what had happened that weekend. I knew that I’d never see Matthias again and I was very sad. I thought about that gorgeous smile, those beautiful eyes, and that quiet sense of humor that always made me laugh. Then I closed my eyes and thought about that hellaciously gorgeous body. Those beautiful pecs that begged you to grab them. That huge cock that begged you to suck it. And that fine as hell muscle ass that begged you to fuck it forever and ever.

I thought about all of those and wondered whether having all that was worth losing an exquisite friend like Matthias. As I sipped my coffee, I finally came to a conclusion.

I didn’t know.

All I know is that it did happen.  And I did lose him.

I smiled sadly and wondered if I’d ever meet another friend like Matthias. As I thought about it, my intercom buzzed. It was my secretary, Jan.

“Mr. James, Marcus Galina is here to see you.”

“Who?”

“Marcus Galina. Mr. Reynolds hired him last week.” Bobby Reynolds was one of my managers.

“Oh. Okay, send him in, Jan.”

I looked on my desk to see if Bobby had left me this guy’s work file. I was still looking for it when the door to my office opened. I looked up and Jan came in. Behind her was a young guy, maybe 25 years old, 5’11”, 190 pounds, and reddish brown hair. Even white teeth appeared as he smiled, walked over to my desk, and raised his hand. 

“Hello sir, I’m Marcus Galina.” I looked at him for a moment, then got up and walked from behind my desk and shook his hand.

“Welcome, Marcus. I’m Riley James. Please sit down.”

Marcus sat down and Jan quietly exited the office. I went back behind my desk and sat down. I looked closely at him and was excited by what I saw. He was a good looking guy, with what looked like a nice body. His shirt fit tight around his chest and you could see large biceps on his arms. As my gaze went down, I could see a bulge in his crotch, where his pants pulled up tight.

Hmmmm . . . this might prove . . . interesting.

“Galina . . . is that Italian?”

“No sir. I’m part Russian and Polish.”

I looked back at his handsome face, smiled, and said, “Ahhhh, I see. So tell me all about you Marcus. I like to get to know my employees.”