by Zane Menzy
Damon felt his stomach churn with a mix of excited butterflies and shame. He decided that before the night was through he would have an answer.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN:
Friendship Lottery
Matt’s body ached, and his limbs cried with burning pain. He lifted his head up from the floor of his bedroom, trying to catch his breath. Fuck, I’m unfit, he told himself.
He had just attempted 100 ab crunches, failing miserably after collapsing on his back at number forty-three. This gruelling self-punishment was hot on the heels of his thirty-five press ups and prior to that an endless amount of stars jumps. Boredom and envy were the culprits for this pursuit of a better image.
Seeing Damon naked had been a light-hearted, humorous moment, but it had left Matt hung up on not having the same lithe, toned body that his handsome guest possessed. Matt promised himself, starting tonight, he would exercise every evening ‘till he too achieved a similar physique.
He lifted the hem of his t-shirt, raised it up and wiped the perspiration from his dripping face. Matt rubbed his stomach which felt sleek with sweat. He shook his head in disappointment from the lack of a miracle, his stomach hadn’t become rock-hard with abs. It was just the same as before; flat and pale with its snail trail of dark hair leading below his waistline. Trying to make himself feel better, Matt remembered the surprise Todd and Damon had both exhibited seeing him naked. That his body wasn’t too shabby. Maybe rock hard abs weren’t for him or necessary. Certainly, not with the amount of effort required.
Matt heaved himself up from the floor, taking wobbly steps over to his wardrobe to find a change of clothes. He sifted through Damon’s castoffs, looking for something nice to wear. He picked out a yellow top and thorn-coloured denim shorts. It seemed pointless dressing up when he had no plans of going out but there was still a sense of fun in trying on all this new gear.
Matt tucked the change of clothes under his arm and checked out his window at the night sky. The sun had dipped below the horizon an hour earlier, leaving Saturday night humming with a fun vibe magnetised by the yellow, full moon. He soaked up the prettiness of the galaxy’s star-filled blanket.
In a few months, he would be living in the city and would not have the luxury of seeing the milky way in quite the same way Port Jackson allowed him to. Auckland city centre with its arsenal of garish streetlights blocked out all traces of stars.
As much as Matt would miss the scenery Port Jackson offered, he was keen to give it up if it meant the prospect of being invited to raucous parties and making new friends. No more being the social outcast and relying on Jason as his only mate. He would be embraced by others, get good grades, graduate, score an awesome job, make shitloads of cash and go explore the world. Maybe when he had achieved all of that he would return to Port Jackson with a hot wife and buy his own mansion along Beaumont Boulevard and flaunt his success with flash cars and boats. Don’t forget Jason, Matt chuckled at the image of his bubbly friend sharing the imagined home and wealth.
Matt darted out of his bedroom, heading to the bathroom and turned on the shower. The water trickled out of the small nozzle at a pathetic force. It was a shit shower but Matt was going to make the most of it and enjoy a long hot shower.
After Matt cleansed his body from the sweaty workout, he put on his clean, chosen outfit for his night at home. He wiped the steam from the fogged-up mirror, inspecting his new look. It was odd to see himself in clothes that weren’t black head-to-toe but he liked the preppy edge Damon’s clothes gave him.
He tilted his head up, striking wannabe cool poses at his reflection. “You’re a good-looking dude, Matthew Andrews,” he said to himself. Matt let out a self-conscious laugh at his vain self-commentary. He fought the urge to blush, reminding himself he was alone. Matt cleared his throat, summoning his voice to sexy levels, “All the girls in Port Jackson would jump your bones if they saw how fucking hot you look right now.” He winked at the mirror, flirting with himself.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
“Shit,” Matt said as he nearly stumbled backwards in fright. He propped his hand against the wall, steadying his balance. “Who the heck could that be?”
Matt marched out of the bathroom, heading to the front door as another loud round of knocks pounded on its wooden frame.
“I’m coming,” Matt called out. He ran a hand through his wet hair then turned the handle. When the door opened, Matt was overcome with happy nerves, his mood soaring to new heights. Your back!
Standing in front of him was Damon holding a box of beer. He looked Matt up and down, smiling as he did so. “Has anyone ever told you, Matt, that you have awesome taste in clothing.”
Matt grinned. You really did have a good time hanging out with me! He stepped aside, letting Damon enter. He felt like he had won the friendship lottery or that he had died and gone to heaven.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN:
Can I Ask You Something?
After Todd dropped him home from the beach, Damon had crept inside, avoiding his mother’s pretentious dinner party. He had gone straight up to his room to get changed then leave again, slipping outside to his car under the dim glow of twilight. As he turned on the ignition Damon knew he should just drive straight to Melody’s party but that wasn’t where his curiosity was leading him.
Damon had stopped at the ATM, then drove on to Benny’s Bottle Store; a dingy shop at the south end of town that mature-looking teens like Damon could easily purchase booze from—thanks to laxed ID checks by the staff.
After purchasing a box of beer Damon continued along the road to Poverty Peak, parking outside Matt’s house for the second night in a row.
Damon was not normally plagued with nerves. He rode a constant wave of self-confidence that could feed an army. However, it had taken all his will to combat the trembling in his hands as he had knocked at Matt’s door.
Matt had opened the door, looking exactly how Todd said he would— smiling like he had died and gone to heaven. After Matt let him inside they went and sat in the messy lounge where Damon spouted off lies about how he had no other plans for his Saturday night and he figured it would be nice of him to replace the beer he had helped drink the night before. Matt lapped up the story, clueless as to the real reason for the surprise visit.
Melody’s party was where Damon knew he should be. Partying with everyone else from school who mattered. But here—here with Matt—was where Damon could explore a darker side to his sexual appetite. One he didn’t even know he had ‘till the other day when he had watched Todd command Matt to get on his knees. The prank had been all for show, not real, but it had stirred something very real inside of Damon that he was cruelly desperate to dig a little deeper.
It didn’t matter that Matt was a guy. All that mattered was this was someone who was in awe of him. It was painted on Matt’s face this haze of fandom. Perhaps he thought an association with Damon would gift him his own popularity and the perks that come with it; mates, party invites, girls. Damon didn’t need to know the answer for Matt’s glow around him, all he needed was Matt’s obedience and discretion.
Matt had put a CD on straight away, filling the lounge with a quiet level of background noise. It didn’t take long for Damon to recognise the track and establish it was the Smashing pumpkins playing. This got the pair started on a long conversation about their music tastes, swapping picks of which band had released the best album of the year. The music topic uncovered that they both hated Jamiroquai’s zappy dance music with a passion. The jokes and laughter about the musician’s oversized hats brought about a light-heartedness that masked Damon’s true feelings.
He sat there watching Matt relax in the lounge chair, talking away, unaware what his guest had planned. Damon focused on Matt’s soft-looking lips instead of paying attention to the words that came out of them. He let Matt help himself to the box of beers, encouraging him to do so.
When Damon saw Matt start on a fifth bottle, he decided it was time to make his move. His heart thumped wildl
y in his chest as he willed himself to speak. Damon’s throat opened, releasing the start of his sadistic strategy, “So, have you watched any porn today?”
“Not today,” Matt said. He sculled back on the freshly opened bottle of beer; his Adam’s apple moving slightly as he gulped it down.
“That was a pretty hot video last night. Cheesy. But hot,” Damon said, feeling like a lion stalking its dinner.
“You can borrow it if you like?”
Damon watched as Matt lowered his hand down to scratch at his hairy knee. He found himself wishing his host was smooth, more feminine. Matt had a timid aura to him but nothing about the guy was girly. His voice, his bristly face and those hairy fucking legs on display in the thorn-coloured shorts all screamed male. This was something Damon knew he would have to get over if he were to do get what he wanted. He smiled at Matt’s offer of lending the tape. “Thanks, but it’s all good. I have plenty of porn at home.”
“You do?” Matt replied.
“Yeah. It’s called the internet.”
“Is there a lot of porn on the internet?”
Damon resisted the urge to laugh at Matt’s naivety, almost forgetting that most of New Zealand were still catching on to the whole online phenomenon. “Yeah, man. HEAPS of porn. All fucking sorts.”
Matt grinned, his eyes looking hopeful. “Sounds good.”
“It most definitely is.”.
“Sounds like something I should have,” Matt said.
“Yeah, I can’t wait to move out next year so I don’t have Jenna fucking whingeing at me for tying up the phone line.”
Matt nodded like he knew what Damon was on about.
“You’re going to uni next year, aren’t you?” Damon asked.
“That’s the plan.” Matt smiled, taking another sip on his bottle.
“Are you going to commute from here?”
“Nar, I’m gonna go into one of the hostels,” Matt answered. “Assuming I can save up the deposit in time.”
“True,” Damon said. He looked discretely at the crotch of Matt’s pants. A feeling of dominance coming over him for knowing the size of the cock underneath. He knew how Matt sounded when he jerked off. He even bloody knew how much spunk Matt’s dick spurted. Damon suddenly felt his own dick twitch as he thought about these intimate details only a lover should know.
Matt’s voice broke his perverted thoughts, “Are you not going into the hostels?”
“Nope. I’d rather swallow razor blades to be honest.”
Matt laughed. “Why?”
“Like, I’m sure it’s not too bad but I dunno… I’d just rather my own space. None of this having dinner in a communal hall shit.”
“Yeah,” Matt said feebly.
“I’m sure you will have a lot of fun though, Matt. You’ll meet lots of cool people and get up to no good.”
“I hope so.”
“I know so.” Damon suppressed a laugh. He looked up at the clock. He had been sitting, talking for well over an hour. He needed to shift things down to the basement. “Anyway, would it be all good if we watched a vid downstairs again?”
Matt jerked forward in his chair as if he were worried he was boring Damon. “Yeah, of course. If that’s what you want to do?”
Damon nodded slowly, lapping up Matt’s innocence to the situation. “It is.”
∞
Matt had let Damon browse the shelf containing the blue movies, letting him choose. On purpose, Damon chose one called Oral Fantasy. Matt hadn’t questioned his choice, he slipped it in the VCR and let the movie play.
When Damon’s dick had twitched earlier in the lounge, he had been prudent in hiding his arousal. Not daring to give away the true purpose of his visit. But now, sitting downstairs in the basement, Damon didn’t feel obliged to deny his dick the hard state it wanted to grow to—he encouraged it.
He sat beside Matt on the rickety old couch, watching the scintillating sex unfold on the television screen. Damon spread his legs wide, commanding as much space as possible, forcing Matt to sit at the end of the couch with his legs tucked together.
Damon didn’t make any jokes this time about the tragic porn music or what any of the cast looked like. Instead, he loudly groaned words of praise like, “Fuck this is hot, aye?”
Matt would quietly agree or just nod. Damon enjoyed Matt’s reticent manner, it let him feel more in control of the situation and that he was the alpha male in charge.
A scene unfolding on the screen gave Damon his first idea. A man feeding his fingers to a woman to suck before he began fingering her. Damon looked at his bottle and stuck his index finger in the hole, tilting the bottle up ‘till his finger was washed over with beer. He pulled his finger out and held it in front of Matt, “Here, see if you can do that.”
Matt blinked at him. “What?”
Damon laughed, trying to sound like it was all for fun. “Suck my finger?” he narrowed his eyes. “It tastes like beer.”
“No thanks.” Matt laughed.
“Nar, come on,” Damon urged. He wiggled his wet finger, encouraging Matt to suck it dry.
Matt stared at him, thinking it over. He grinned, chuckling. “Okay.” He leant over and dropped his mouth over Damon’s finger, sucking it to the knuckle before pulling his face away, laughing. “There you go.”
“Do it again,” Damon said. He wiggled his finger again. Matt hesitated but he looked at the enthusiasm in Damon’s eyes and brought his face forward, sucking down a second time.
“Ha. You’re good at that,” Damon said, scratching his chin with his licked finger.
Matt settled back into the corner of the couch, laughing at the praise. “Thanks.”
Damon leered across at him. He could tell Matt felt nervous from being eyed so intently.
“What?” Matt asked.
Damon took a breath. “I was just thinking that if you had sucked Todd the other day you probably would have been the best blowjob he’s ever had.” The statement shattered the jovial mood.
Matt looked stunned by the comment. He broke away from Damon’s gaze, looking back at the television screen.
The air in the basement suddenly carried an edge that could not be seen, but Damon knew both he and Matt felt it.
“Matt…” Damon muttered. “Can I ask you something?”
Matt kept looking at the video playing, not daring to land his eyes on Damon who continued to stare at him. “Yeah?”
“Were you really going to suck Todd off the other day?”
Matt swallowed a lump in his throat. He refused to turn his head and look at Damon.
“Sorry. I’m not being a dick. I’m just curious if you were going to do it.” Damon tried to sound as non-threatening as possible.
Matt sighed, he tugged on his t-shirt and nodded ever so gently. “Yep,” he mumbled.
Damon coughed. “Seriously?”
Matt finally turned his head and met Damon’s burning gaze. “It didn’t feel like you two were leaving me much of a choice at the time and… I didn’t want you calling the police.”
Damon patted Matt on the shoulder. “I am sorry. I didn’t think it would go that far. Honest.”
“Cool,” Matt said, coolly.
“So, it is something that you could do… suck a guy’s dick?”
Matt screwed his face up. “It’s not something I ever want to do.”
“Yeah, but you could do it is what I’m saying.”
Matt’s eyes soured, he looked annoyed by the probing question but answered calmly, “Apparently so.” He tugged on his t-shirt again, laughing, trying to downplay the awkward tension. “Luckily I didn’t have to and you were both having a laugh.”
“Yep. Lucky,” Damon said, sustaining a smile. His dick throbbed in his pants. It demanded he just come out with it, ask Matt the real question. The whole reason for his visit. Damon arched his eyebrows, and mustered a serious tone, “Will you suck mine?”
Matt flinched as if he were about to be punched. “Sorry?”
“Would you suck my dick?” Damon widened his eyes.
“I think that joke has had its moment, Damon.”
Damon lowered his hand, squeezing his crotch. “I’m serious, Matt.”
Matt lowered his eyes, looking down at Damon’s jeans, an undeniable bulge pressing against the material.
“I know it’s fucked up but I really, really fancy a blowie while I watch this video.”
Matt ran a hand through his messy hair. “I’m sorry but I’m just not like that.”
“I know, I know,” Damon said, slight panic slipping into his voice. “But you said yourself you could do it.”
Matt cringed. “Yeah… but like I said, that doesn’t mean I want to do it.”
Damon took a deep breath, he crouched forward and lifted the hem of his jeans up and slipped his fingers into his sock. He pulled out a small wad of green notes, slipping the money on the couch between him and Matt. He spread the notes apart, letting Matt see how much there was. “Eighty bucks if you do it.”
“Are you for real?”
“I’m not kidding, Matt. This is a real offer. Suck my dick and you can have the money.”
Matt laughed. “You’re having me on again.”
“This isn’t a joke. It’s only you and me here. If this was a joke, who is here to be laughing?” Damon squeezed his crotch again, showing his firm bulge.
“I…I Dunno.” Matt looked around the room as if checking for hidden cameras. He looked back at Damon. “I’m not a whore, Damon, if that’s what you think.”
“Not at all. I’m just offering an incentive. Nothing more, nothing less.”
Matt stared down at the notes. “So, you’ll give me eighty bucks… to suck your dick?”
Damon nodded. He watched Matt nibble on his lip, thinking it over. It felt like an eternity as he waited for Matt to give an answer.
The wait was worth it though when Matt finally lifted his gaze, looked Damon in the eyes and whispered, “I guess I could try.”