The Sex Life of Matthew Sinclair

This is my first story

it is revolve around my fetishes & fantasy

Suggestion is welcomed in my email

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I had just got off work from the office and on my way to the private club. I work as a finance director in Toronto. So I got the opportunity the wear suit and tie everyday. Even on weekends I still wear them. Why? Because that’s part of my identity now.

My name is Matthew Sinclair, but you can call me Matt. I’m a 28 years old guy. I have chaise jawline, blue eyes and black haired. Some people told me I reminded them of Matt Bomer, which to be honest I feel flattered by that. Not to mention I got a lot of attention from not just men but also from women. I always left them feel hopeless because, well, I’m gay. Most women couldn’t believe a hot manly man like me would be gay. I don’t blame them though, looks can be deceiving.

And the other thing about me as I mentioned, I love dressing up in suit and tie. You can say I have a suit fetish. What could be better than the confidence when you put on a crisp dress shirt with silk tie and an expensive suit? I’m a man and I like to dress like one. Not only I feel aroused and confident about it, but people also tend to respect you more when you dress to impress. I guess this is how the world works, people would often judge you from the outside.

Every Friday like today, after a long day at work, I would discreetly make my way to a secret club known as the Gentleman Club. Nestled in the middle of the downtown, only the members would know the existence of this club. This exclusive establishment catered to men who shared a passion in suit fetish. People often meet up for both social connections and for fun after work.

I strode into the Gentleman Club, my attire commanding attention from the moment he stepped through the door. My crisp blue dress shirt, with its striking contrast 9cm extreme cutaway collar, perfectly complemented the yellow silk tie that accentuated my outfit. The gold cufflinks added a touch of elegance, shimmering under the soft glow of the club's ambient lighting.

Paired with his Italian green suit, meticulously tailored to accentuate my physique, I feel like I can run the world. The expensive gold Rolex watch on my wrist served as a symbol of my taste for luxury and precision. Every detail, from the shiny leather brown shoes to the impeccable fit of my ensemble, spoke volumes about my attention to sartorial finesse.

I walk down to the club and being greeted by a bunch of gentlemen in there. Some men look me up and down and smirk mischievously. They knew what I’m here for.

Making my way to the bar, I take a seat on a plush bar stool, waiting for my friend, a fellow suit gentleman named Lucas. Lucas is a french man with brunette hair and striking brown eyes. He’s the same height as me. He dressed in a crisp white shirt adorned with a vibrant red silk tie and silver cufflinks, expensive midnight suit and shiny leather black shoes. exuded a charm that matched his impeccable attire.

Lucas come sit next to me on the bar stool and smirk "good evening my friend" he leans in and kiss me on the lips. "Haven’t seen you in a while, where were you"

I shrugged "meh, just busy working. I’m craving for some fun after a long weekday so here I am"

I talk to him for a while. Lucas and I have been friends since the first time I came to this club about a year ago. He starts telling me about how his company wants the employees to wear more casual outfits for work once a week. As I know Lucas, he’s really serious about suit and tie. I mean, I guess he won’t be able to check out guys in suits in his office and he’s mad about it? Maybe. He then make a comment about how men nowadays don’t want to dress up in suit and tie anymore. While he’s talking on his important stuff, I slowly catch a glimpse of his attire, especially his silk red tie.

I’m having a mischievous smile now, I gently ran my fingers along the smooth texture of his tie. "You have an impeccable taste, man. This tie is absolutely fantastic, just like you," I remarked, trying to seduce him to my lure.

Lucas is stunned for a while as I touch lingered on his tie. He met my gaze, a mix of desire and anticipation reflected in his eyes. "Thank you, Matt," he replies, his voice fills with a flirty tone. "But I must say, your ensemble is simply breathtaking. You wear it with confidence and charm."

I know. that’s what I want to say.

"I know, what could be better than a man in suit" I say. Slowly, I pull him by his tie and kiss him. He leans in, meeting my lips in a passionate and electric kiss.

As our lips parted, we exchanged a knowing smile, our eyes still ablaze with newfound passion. "You know, it’s been a long time since I had some fun with you, how about you come over to my place again tonight?" I adjust his tie knot and crisp shirt collar. Damn, he’s looking good tonight.

Lucas slowly smirk, then he leans in and his lips almost touch my ears. "Oh yeah? Are you really that horny, you fucking « slut»?"

Then boom, my cock starts to get hard against by dress pants. I may look like a powerful, respected man in the corporate world, but only a few know the real me.

"Yes stud" I whispered. With my seductive voice, I repetitively tell him how handsome he is.

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An hour later, I drove back to my place with him. I live in an expensive apartment in the downtown of Toronto. We slowly walk into my room. When the door shuts, Lucas pulls me by my waist and kiss me again. Fuck, I love it.

As we enter the bedroom, Lucas’s fingers brushed against the crisp collar of my shirt, a playful smile tugged at his lips. “You know, Matt, with your looks and style, you’re literally the hottest man in any room you walk in, and I feel so lucky to get to be with you right now” he remarked, his voice filled with seductive and admiration. He’s so red now, probably from the alcohol.

I chuckled, this is like the hundred time he told me that. But I guess men would say anything when they’re drunk right? “Well, I’ll take that as a high praise, Lucas,” I respond, my eyes met with Lucas’s. “I’m hot and I know it” people often call me cocky and arrogant, but can you blame me though?

Our playful exchange was laced with a growing tension, an unspoken desire hanging in the air. Lucas close the distance between us, capturing my lips in a tender and passionate kiss. We’ve been kissing for so long it feels like forever.

When the kiss finally stop, we simultaneously popped each other's crisp collars. Fuck, I love doing that, The crisp fabric against my skin. The satisfying sound echoing in the room. I slowly unbutton his crisp shirt and kiss his pale neck. Loose his tie and kiss him again. The shirts, now slightly disheveled,hint at the passion that coursed through our veins.

Our ties are slowly untied, revealing the bare skin beneath. The silk fabric slipped from our fingers, as our lips met in a fervent and passionate kiss.

In that moment, the room was charged with raw desire as our bodies pressed against each other.

I slowly lay on my back, my suit could be wrinkled but I don’t care anymore. Lucas slowly get up and take off his pants, reveling an 8 inches french cock that I’m craving for.

"Oh yeah, please please, fuck me Lucas" I don’t care anymore, my image of well-respected man is now gone, right now I’m a cock hungry slut.

Lucas slowly lift my legs up, he kiss my sheer socks and I pull him by his crisp collar for the kiss. He then slowly slide his dick with his left hand.

Oh fuck, that feels so good. He starts pounding me now. I pull him closer for more kissing as my legs lock around his waist. His cock starts to hit my spot and wow, I feel alive again.

"You love it huh, fucking slut? You love your man’s cock?" He’s being rough and brutal now, just how I like it. "Yes yeah… oh… FUCK" I start to moan loudly. The bedroom is now echoing with out moans. We still have out suit and tie on though, that has always been the rule of our sex life.

He tells me to stand up then face the mirror. He then fucks me from behind. He cuffs my face with his left arms as he’s fucking me. "Look at you, still dressed up, in the morning you were this cocky guy who thought he was better than everyone, what’s happening now?" I can’t say anything because whatever gets out of my mouth is the moaning of pleasure. I look at myself in the mirror, thinking about how a well-respected man like him loves being treated like this. The thought of it just turns me on even more. My cock starts leaking now.

"Oh fuck fuck, I’m gonna cum" suddenly my cock shoots a massive load on the mirror, from getting fucked in the ass like a total slut. Lucas then pulls his cock out and pushes me on my knees. He then jerks his cock and cum all over my face and suit.

The silence sits between us, then he says "Damn, look at you. I wonder what people would think if they find you in this situation. Cum all over your face and suit like a cum slut" he then grabs me by my hair to get me up, and he kisses me again. His cum is lingering between our mouths.

"You’ve never lost the spirit man, you always know how to fuck" I said as we finish the kiss. "I take that as a compliment, yes" Lucas says.

We then kiss for like an hour