Whatever Comes Next
A few days passed after that night when John and Matthew had been close. Since then, they hadn’t been intimate again. Matthew’s work had become very busy, and their parents were at home more often too. With the house fuller and Matthew tied up in his responsibilities, they barely had any time or privacy together. Most of the time now, they just passed each other quietly or sat together only during family meals.
Even though John sometimes felt lonely and missed the closeness they shared, he didn’t want to push. Matthew seemed tired and distracted, and their parents’ presence in the house made private moments almost impossible.
Then, one afternoon, Matthew came up to John with a serious look on his face. “John,” he said quietly, “Get ready. Wear something nice.”
John blinked and asked, “Where are we going?”
Matthew just smiled and said, “It’s a surprise. Trust me.”
John felt his stomach flutter with nerves and excitement. He thought about how long it had been since they’d done anything special together that wasn’t about work or family chores. He hurried to pick out a clean shirt and pants that fit well, quietly hoping this surprise meant something good.
When he stepped outside, the sun was beginning to set, casting soft pink and orange colours across the sky. And there, waiting by a shiny motorcycle, was Matthew, helmet in hand.
John had always thought Matthew was good looking, tall, strong, with kind eyes that rarely smiled these days. But now, after everything they’d been through and shared, Matthew seemed even more attractive. There was a new confidence in how he stood, and a quiet light in his gaze.
Matthew glanced up and smiled warmly when he saw John. “Ready?”
John nodded and climbed on behind him, careful to find a good hold.
At first, John kept his hands to himself, unsure if Matthew would want that kind of touch in public. But as they started riding through the cool evening air, the rhythm of the road and the steady hum of the bike made him feel braver. Slowly, shyly, John wrapped his arms around Matthew’s waist.
Matthew didn’t pull away. In fact, he relaxed into the touch, and John could feel his breath steadying as the city passed by in a blur of lights and sounds.
They rode for a while through quiet streets, feeling the peacefulness of the night settle over them.
Eventually, Matthew pulled the bike up to the curb in front of a beautiful restaurant with shining windows and soft glowing lights from inside. The building looked fancy, the kind of place with white tablecloths and quiet music playing softly.
When John stepped inside and looked at the menu, the prices made his eyes widen. He looked up nervously and whispered, “Isn’t this place too expensive? I don’t want you to spend too much.”
Matthew reached for John’s hand and smiled gently. “I’ve saved up for this. No matter what, you’re the most important person in my life right now, and tonight, I wanted to spoil you a little.”
John felt his heart warm and swell in his chest. It wasn’t about the money or the fancy restaurant, but the thoughtfulness behind it, the way Matthew wanted to show how much he cared.
The evening was filled with small talk, laughter at shared memories, gentle jokes, and quiet moments where their eyes met across the table. John felt comfortable and happy in a way he hadn’t for a long time.
As they finished dinner and the night grew late, John felt something warm settle inside him, a calm happiness he hadn’t known in a long time. The evening had been more than just a surprise; it was a gentle reminder of what could be possible between them.
Matthew walked him back to the bike, their hands finding each other again in a soft, steady squeeze. The cool night air wrapped around them as they made their way home, the quiet hum of the city falling away behind them.
As they stepped inside, the quiet of the house felt fuller than usual, not with voices, but with a kind of calm that came from knowing their parents were away for the evening. The front door clicked softly behind them, and the rooms stretched empty and still, offering a rare freedom for the two of them.
Without the usual interruptions or watchful eyes of their parents, John and Matthew felt the weight of the day lift gently. The privacy allowed their closeness to deepen naturally, the silence between them filled with the unspoken trust and tenderness that had been building. They moved through the house with a familiar ease, the soft creaks of the floorboards under their feet the only sound breaking the stillness.
Matthew led the way to his room, the space where they had shared so many conversations, laughter, and now, something more. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, casting warm shadows across the familiar furnishings. John followed, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. The door closed behind them with a gentle click, sealing them in their own private world.
Matthew turned to face John, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and hesitation. "Are you sure about this?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
John nodded, his gaze steady. "I've never been more sure about anything," he replied, his voice firm with conviction.
Matthew stepped closer, his hands reaching out to cup John's face gently. He leaned in, his lips brushing against John's in a tender kiss that deepened slowly. John responded, his arms wrapping around Matthew's neck, pulling him closer. The kiss grew more passionate, their tongues exploring each other's mouths with a growing urgency.
As they pulled away, Matthew's hands trailed down John's body, his fingers tracing the lines of his shoulders, his chest, before finally resting on his hips. John's breath hitched as Matthew's hands moved lower, his fingers deftly unbuttoning his pants. John helped him, kicking off his pants and underwear, standing naked and vulnerable before Matthew.
Matthew's eyes widened slightly as he took in John's transformed body, his gaze lingering on the smooth, hairless mound where his cock used to be. He reached out tentatively, his fingers brushing against John's vagina, eliciting a soft gasp from John. Matthew looked up, his eyes meeting John's, seeking permission. John nodded, his breath coming in short, excited pants.
Matthew knelt down, his hands gripping John's hips firmly as he leaned in, his tongue tentatively exploring John's vagina. John's hands gripped Matthew's hair, his fingers tangling in the soft strands as he guided Matthew's movements. Matthew's tongue grew more confident, licking and sucking, his fingers joining in, sliding into John's wet hole.
John's moans filled the room, his body trembling with pleasure. Matthew looked up, his eyes locked on John's face, watching his reactions, adjusting his movements based on John's responses. John's body tensed, his grip on Matthew's hair tightening as he came, his orgasm ripping through him, leaving him breathless and shaking.
Matthew stood up, his lips glistening with John's juices. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied smile on his face. John reached out, his hands tugging at Matthew's belt, his fingers fumbling in his haste. Matthew helped him, kicking off his pants and boxers, his cock standing erect, ready.
John knelt down, his eyes locked on Matthew's cock. He leaned in, his tongue licking the precum leaking from the tip. Matthew groaned, his hands gripping John's hair, his fingers tangling in the soft strands. John took Matthew's cock into his mouth, his head bobbing up and down as he sucked, his tongue swirling around the shaft.
Matthew's grip on John's hair tightened, his hips thrusting forward, fucking John's mouth. John gagged slightly, his eyes watering, but he didn't stop, his hands gripping Matthew's thighs for support. Matthew's movements grew more urgent, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. He pulled out suddenly, his cock glistening with John's saliva.
"I don't want to hurt you," Matthew said, his voice rough with desire.
John looked up at him, his eyes filled with trust. "You won't," he said, his voice steady. "I want you to fuck me, Matthew. I want you to fuck me hard."
Matthew nodded, his eyes darkening with desire. He helped John up, guiding him to the bed. John lay down, his legs spreading wide, inviting Matthew in. Matthew climbed onto the bed, his body covering John's, his cock pressing against John's vagina. He pushed in slowly, his eyes locked on John's face, watching his reactions.
John's body tensed slightly, his breath hitching as Matthew filled him. Matthew paused, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked softly.
John nodded, his body relaxing. "Yes," he said, his voice breathless. "Don't stop."
Matthew began to move, his hips thrusting slowly, his cock sliding in and out of John's vagina. John's moans filled the room, his body responding to Matthew's movements. Matthew's hands gripped John's hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he picked up the pace, his thrusts growing more urgent.
John's body tensed, his back arching as he came, his orgasm ripping through him, leaving him breathless and shaking. Matthew followed soon after, his body tensing as he came, his cock pulsing inside John, filling him with his cum.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in short, sharp pants. Matthew pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He rolled onto his side, his arm draped over John's waist, pulling him close.
"That was...incredible," Matthew said, his voice soft with wonder.
John smiled, his eyes filled with contentment. "Yes, it was," he agreed.
They lay there for a while, their bodies pressed together, their breaths syncing. Matthew's hand trailed down John's back, his fingers tracing the curve of his ass. He squeezed gently, a playful smile on his face.
"You have a bubble butt. Better than my ex-wife," he said, his voice teasing.
John laughed, his body shaking with amusement. "Is that a compliment?" he asked, his voice light.
Matthew grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "It is," he said. "And it makes me want to do this." He rolled John onto his stomach, his hands gripping John's hips, pulling him onto his knees. John looked back at him; his eyes filled with surprise and anticipation.
Matthew's cock was already hard again, ready for more. He pressed against John's vagina, ready to slide in, but John stopped him, his voice firm. "Fuck me in the ass, Matthew," he said, his voice filled with desire.
Matthew paused, his eyes widening with surprise. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice hesitant.
John nodded, his voice steady. "Yes," he said. "I want you to fuck me in the ass."
Matthew's eyes darkened with desire. He had always wanted to try anal, but his ex-wife had never been interested. The thought of finally experiencing it with John filled him with excitement. He pressed his cock against John's ass, pushing in slowly, his eyes locked on John's face, watching his reactions.
John's body tensed slightly, his breath hitching as Matthew filled him. Matthew paused, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked softly.
John nodded, his body relaxing. "Yes," he said, his voice breathless. "Don't stop."
Matthew began to move, his hips thrusting slowly, his cock sliding in and out of John's ass. John's moans filled the room, his body responding to Matthew's movements. Matthew's hands gripped John's hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he picked up the pace, his thrusts growing more urgent.
He spanked John's ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. John gasped, his body jerking forward, his cock hardening at the sensation. Matthew spanked him again, his hand leaving a red mark on John's ass. John moaned, his body trembling with pleasure.
Matthew's hand tangled in John's hair, pulling his head back, arching his back. John's moans grew louder, his body responding to the rough treatment. Matthew's thrusts grew more urgent, his body tensing as he came, his cock pulsing inside John, filling him with his cum.
John followed soon after, his body tensing as he came, his cock pulsing, his cum dripping onto the bed. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in short, sharp pants.
Matthew pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He rolled onto his side, his arm draped over John's waist, pulling him close. They lay there for a while, their bodies pressed together, their breaths syncing.
John looked up at Matthew, his eyes filled with surprise. "I didn't know you had this side to you," he said, his voice soft.
Matthew smiled, his eyes filled with tenderness. "I didn't either," he admitted. "But with you, I feel like I can be myself, explore myself."
John smiled, his eyes filled with contentment. "I feel the same way," he said.
They lay there for a while longer, their bodies entwined, their breaths syncing. The room was filled with a sense of peace, a sense of contentment. They had explored each other, pushed each other's boundaries, and in doing so, had deepened their connection.
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