by Zane Menzy
The carpet in the basement still had a stain from all the cum he had spat out. He just hoped his father never noticed it and asked what it was.
Matt didn’t feel much better about things Monday morning. He had hauled his sorry arse off to school, hoping he would see Damon. Maybe they could talk about what had happened, then Matt could apologise for whatever it was he had done wrong.
Matt was angry with himself; he had been on the cusp of having a new mate. A cool mate who seemed genuinely interested in him. And now that mate had bolted like Matt was some sort of killer disease.
Matt didn’t share any classes with Damon so the only chance he would have of seeing him was on lunch break, but Matt walked around the halls and even checked the common room to no avail. Matt had walked home from school, dragging his feet and a wounded pride.
Tuesday presented a different opportunity to talk. There wasn’t only the chance of bumping into Damon at school but also at his house when he would have to go and do the cleaning for Jenna. When the bell rang at the end of the school day, Matt looked around, glancing over his shoulder every ten seconds looking for any sign of Damon come to offer him a ride back to his house. The offer and Damon never appeared though.
After close to an hour walk to the Harris household, Matt arrived to find Jenna the only one home. Straight away she shoved his payment and a list of chores in his face; Laundry, dishes, bathrooms, vacuuming and fetch any glasses from Damon’s room.
She quickly rushed away saying, “I have to go pop into the gallery for a couple hours. Help yourself to juice from the fridge and don’t forget to lock up when you leave.”
Matt nodded.
Jenna shot him a flustered smile then made her way out of the kitchen, leaving Matt to get on with his work.
Matt started with the dishes, washing them off and stacking them in orderly fashion in the dishwasher. He was grateful for the dishwasher. At his own house, it was Matt’s or his dad’s hands and a shitty old orange scrubbing brush that performed the role of dishwasher. Neither Matt or his father were fond of cleaning so the dishes at home continued to pile up until the cupboards were bare of any plates or cutlery and they were forced into washing up.
Once he had finished clearing the kitchen bench, Matt moved on to gathering the glasses from Damon’s room.
Matt climbed the stairs, heading along the eerily, quiet upstairs hallway to the end where he found Damon’s door nearly pulled to. Matt barged through the door in a hurry to grab the glasses. He was so focused on just going in and grabbing what he needed that he jumped in fright when he heard from behind, “Can I help you?”
Matt spun around, his heartbeat jumping into his mouth. Standing behind him was Damon looming at the end of the hallway. He looked especially sporty in nylon black shorts, and a blue shirt that had a small logo across the chest pocket.
“Shit, you gave me a fright,” Matt spat out. He looked down at Damon’s hands and saw he was carrying messy football shoes covered with wet blades of grass.
“What do you need from my room?” Damon asked, more curious than annoyed.
“Jenna wanted me to get some glasses or something,” Matt answered, sounding edgy. He stepped aside, letting Damon enter the room first.
“Cool, no problem. They’re over there beside my bed.” Damon dropped his shoes down in front of his wardrobe, then sat down on a desk chair in front of his computer.
“Have you just played a game?” Matt asked, nervously wanting to strike up a conversation.
“Nar, just a practise session.” Damon ran a hand through his hair, exhaling loudly. “Otherwise I would have given you a lift here after school.”
The explanation for not getting a lift home, made Matt feel better. Still, he felt awkward being in front of Damon considering what went down the other evening.
Damon, though, didn’t appear fazed at all. He sat there, cool as, rubbing his hands up and down his mud-soaked legs.
Matt watched Damon’s hands gliding up and down. He peeked at Damon’s crotch, feeling weird knowing he had sucked what hung hidden beneath those shorts.
Damon caught him staring and smiled. “The glasses are over there. Beside my bed.” He dropped his face, continuing with massaging his calf muscles.
“Uh… okay,” Matt sputtered, his voice nearly breaking. He went over to the bedside table where he found six half-drunk glasses of water. “Whoa… are you starting a collection?”
“You could say that,” Damon replied, laughing to himself.
Before Matt bent down to pick them up, he admired a group of photos pinned to the wall above Damon’s bed. They were beautiful. Mountains, canyons, waterfalls, city lights. “What are these?” Matt asked, pointing at the pictures.
“My holiday snaps.”
“Really?” Matt admired the different locations. “You’ve been to all these places?” Matt said in awe. The variety of the scenes insinuated a well-travelled person.
“I sure have,” Damon said. He got up from his chair, walked over and stood next to Matt. With his finger, Damon went along, naming each destination. “London, Inverness, Rome, Miami, Grand Canyon, South Africa and Greece.” There were many more pictures and places he didn’t name.
“Wow. That is so cool.”
“Yeah, we go for an overseas holiday once or twice a year.”
“I would love to travel one day,” Matt said, almost whispering.
“You should. It’s pretty awesome,” Damon replied, sounding very casual about it.
Matt nodded, admiring the photos. “Did you take all of these yourself?”
“Yep. These are all my handy work.”
“You’re really talented. They look like the type of photos in shops people would pay for.”
Damon chuckled. “Thanks, man. But I think you may be overestimating the quality a bit.”
“Not at all. You can tell it’s something your good at,” Matt said. He craned his neck around, looking Damon in the eyes. “Is photography like a hobby or something?”
“Sort of. I took it the past two years at school as one of my optional subjects. Portraits are my fav though.”
“You should definitely keep doing it,” Matt said, genuinely impressed by Damon’s talent with a camera. “What was your favourite country?”
Damon sucked down on his lip, his face contorting with concentration. “Umm, I think it would have to be Italy.”
Matt listened with intrigue. He hitched his eyebrows up, insinuating Damon expand on his choice.
“Italy had great weather, great beaches, good food and most importantly great women.” Damon narrowed his eyes and curled his lips in devilish fashion.
Matt looked down at Damon’s feet, feeling scared for what he was about to ask. “So, you are into girls?” He lifted his face to find Damon laughing at the question.
“Yes, I like women, dork,” Damon said, walking back to his desk chair to sit down.
“But…” Matt stopped himself from finishing the question, shaking his hand in the air. “Never mind.”
“I know what you’re thinking,” Damon said before shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know why I did it. Well, other than I wanted someone to suck my dick.” He stared at the floor, grinning. “I’d do it myself, but I just ain’t that flexible.”
The joke didn’t make Matt feel any better. He still worried that he had lost a potential new friend despite Damon’s current air of ease. “I’m sorry if I didn’t do it right. You seemed really annoyed the other night and left pretty quickly.”
“Sorry about that. It just felt weird afterwards. It had nothing to do with you, Matt. It was all up here.” Damon tapped the side of his head.
“So, you’d visit me again?” Matt’s voice sounded as pathetic as the question.
Damon took a while to respond. “Yeah. I would.” He let out an uncomfortable sigh. “If you make sure not to tell anyone what we did.”
“I won’t tell anyone,” Matt said. He pulled a revolted face. “I don’t exactly wa
nt anyone finding out that I gave a guy a blowjob.” He started to laugh but quickly stopped when he noticed Damon didn’t appear amused. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Damon muttered.
It didn’t look like nothing. Damon’s laid back charm seemed replaced with a dark cloud and Matt didn’t like the feeling of it one bit. He was at a loss of what to say to try and rescue Damon’s mood. Before he could cough up anything worth saying Damon asked him a surly question.
“Didn’t you like my cock?”
Numbness hit Matt, he wasn’t expecting that. “I’m not gay, so it was a little weird.”
“So, you’re saying you didn’t like it?”
“No. I’m just saying it’s not the kind of thing I’m into.”
Damon leaned back in his chair, lacing his hands behind his head. “Did you prefer having Todd’s dick in your mouth?” He stared Matt down, an unflinching staunchness in his green eyes.
“I didn’t suck Todd’s dick though. It… it barely touched my tongue.”
“But you would have rather sucked his dick than mine I’m guessing.”
The question seemed absurd. What did it fucking matter, Matt thought. Damon continued probing him with his gaze. Matt finally shook his head. “No. If I had to choose then it’s you I would have rather have done that to.”
A glint of satisfaction shone in Damon’s eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Out of the two of you, it’s you I would pick in an instant.” Matt nodded, his face blushing. “Honestly, Damon.”
Damon didn’t respond. He rose from his seat and walked over to a chest of drawers beside his wardrobe. He opened the top drawer and fished something out. He stepped over in front of Matt and threw what he had in his hand down on the bed—sixty dollars in the form of three twenty dollar notes. Their ruffled greenness shot Matt with flushed panic.
“Then how about we do it now,” Damon said, his voice mingled with authority and keenness.
“I don’t know.” Matt stifled a groan. He ran a hand through his black hair, wondering what he should do.
Damon blinked furiously, offended by Matt’s reluctance. He bent down and snatched the notes back up, burying them in his pockets. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I didn’t say no,” Matt said, grabbing Damon’s arm in a panic.
“Oh, yeah. You’re keen for a bit of cash after all,” Damon said, sneering.
Matt didn’t like the way that sounded. “No. I don’t want the cash. I’ll do it for free.”
“You’re shitting me? You’ll suck me off for nothing?”
Matt winced and slowly nodded. “If that’s what you want?”
Damon looked down at Matt’s hand still clutching his arm. “The money’s still yours if you change your mind.”
Matt sighed, responding in a whisper, “I like you, Damon. You don’t need to pay me.”
“Thanks, Matty.” Damon smiled, with appreciation. He walked over to his bedroom door, shut it firmly then leant back against it. He motioned with his finger for Matt to join him.
Matt ambled over, stopping right in front of Damon, their faces inches apart. The aroma of Damon’s cologne mingled with his light body odour, creating a spritely scent that Matt didn’t find entirely unpleasant. Matt braced himself for a return visit to the only person he had ever had this sort of interaction with. Damon—to Matt at least—was sex.
Damon’s breath poured out, hot and hungry. Matt stupidly thought Damon was about to give him a compliment; tell him he was handsome or at least say something romantic.
Damon looked at him like he was a halfwit. “What are you waiting for?” He patted his crotch, letting Matt know where his mouth was needed.
Matt felt a need rushing inside of him to let Damon know this was a meaningful moment. He leant forward, kissing Damon on the mouth. Damon shot his arms up in the air, pulling his face away. “Whoa, settle down.” He laughed softly at Matt who quickly glanced away, embarrassed. “I’m not queer, buddy. You only have to worry about kissing me down there, okay.”
Matt nodded.
Damon yanked at the front of Matt’s t-shirt, trying to lower him to a crouching position.
Matt obeyed the southward tug, dropping to his knees where he knew Damon wanted him. He looked up and saw Damon staring back at him, waiting for Matt to get down to business. Matt ran a finger along Damon’s leg, wiping stray strands of muddy grass from his knee. “You’re a bit dirty,” he mumbled with a half laugh.
Damon didn’t say anything. His eyes flickered sweetly, an almost disarming quality.
Matt raised his hands, reaching under Damon’s shirt, and latched on to Damon’s clammy hips. In one firm swoop, he cast down Damon’s shorts and briefs ‘till they dangled at his ankles. Matt flicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, gathering his composure as he looked at Damon’s soft dick hanging right in front of his face. He closed his eyes, gently moving forward and delicately scooped Damon’s flaccid meat between his lips. Matt sucked down firmly, lapping up the taste of Damon’s salty cock.
Damon gasped, his body twitching as he threw his weight against the door. “Fuck yes,” he murmured.
Matt kept his eyes closed, sucking as hard as he could, reminding himself, no teeth, he doesn’t like teeth scratching him. It didn’t take long for Damon’s cock to twitch, growing quickly in size from the warmth of Matt’s moist mouth. Feeling Damon’s girth thicken between his lips was like being given a compliment. Matt felt proud knowing he could gift Damon a sort of happiness. He kept sucking, eyes closed, just focusing on trying to make Damon happier and happier.
Damon groaned in pleasure, “Fuck, that feels good. Keep it up, buddy.”
Matt instinctively knew not to respond. He grabbed hold of Damon’s solid thighs to keep his balance, swaying back and forward on his toes to try and build up an appealing tempo. Once Damon’s dick was rock hard, Matt found himself dribbling uncontrollably. Damon’s seven inches were too much for his inexperienced mouth to take all in.
Damon suddenly grabbed hold of Matt’s hair, gripping his fingers through the messy locks, pulling tight.
Matt waited for Damon to fuck his mouth like last time but the thrusting fuck motions never came. Instead, Damon seemed content to just pull on his hair, leaving Matt in control of how best to suck his dick.
“Mmm. You’re fucking good at this,” Damon growled in a sexy whisper. “I think you were born to suck cock.”
Matt tried to block the insulting flattery from his ears. He didn’t need to hear this, but Damon didn’t care.
“I said you’re a good little cock sucker, Matty.” Damon slapped the side of his face. “What do you think? Are you good at sucking my dick?” He slapped Matt’s cheek again, demanding an answer.
Matt pulled his mouth away. “Yes,” he sputtered.
“Yes, what?” Damon pulled his hair tighter.
Matt winced in pain. “I’m good at sucking your dick!”
Damon laughed. “Yes, you are. Now get back to it.” He shoved Matt’s face forward, slipping his cock back inside Matt’s mouth. Matt closed his eyes again, sucking away.
“Look at me,” Damon spoke quietly but with a commanding edge to his voice. “I want you to look at me while you suck my dick.”
Matt stopped going up and down on Damon’s cock, freezing in place at the tip. He opened his eyes and looked up to find Damon gawping at him with a crude smile painted on his lips.
“Good. Now lick the tip. I want to feel you lick the slit.” Damon’s eyes burned with lofty expectation, refusing to be disappointed.
Matt did as he was told, tracing his tongue along Damon’s piss slit sending Damon into a shudder of rapture. Matt pressed harder with his tongue, digging hard as he could into Damon’s dick hole. Damon shivered, his dick releasing a tiny drop of precum.
Damon pulled his dick free from Matt’s mouth. He barked his next order, “Keep looking at me and your mouth open wide!” He gripped his dick in his hands and began slapping Matt’
s open mouth with his big dick, precum splattering Matt’s tastebuds. Damon then began batting the sides of Matt’s face with his cock, he wasn’t gentle and the look on his face told Matt that Damon was possessed with the moment and enjoying this rough game.
Damon lowered his voice, “I’m close, slut.”
The name whacked Matt harder than Damon’s dick.
Damon tilted his head back, gasping, “Ahh, fuck, Matt. Here it comes.” He grunted loudly, ramming his cock deep inside Matt’s mouth. His dick exploded a large load to the back of Matt’s throat. “Keep it in your mouth and no fucking spilling any this time,” Damon said through gritted teeth. His dick twitched and spasmed, filling Matt’s mouth up like a hot, sticky pond.
There was so fucking much of it. Damon’s voice oozed with groans as much as his dick oozed with semen. Matt dug his nails into Damon’s thighs, holding on ‘till he felt Damon’s dick slowly stop feeding him any more seed.
Damon tapped him on the shoulder. “All done. Be careful not to spill.”
Matt gently pulled his mouth off Damon’s dick and locked his lips shut. He looked up at Damon who stared back in a daze, a grateful look on his face. Matt smiled with his mouthful and gulped back all of Damon’s load in one swallow. His need to impress Damon ended up impressing himself as he felt his stomach fill with another man’s cum. Matt rose to his feet, wiping his face.
Damon looked back at him with a shocked expression. “You actually fucking swallowed!” He shook his head, smiling. “What a fucking porn star.”
Matt laughed, absorbing the praise.
“I didn’t mean you had to swallow it. I just didn’t want you getting any on the carpet,” Damon said, still sounding shocked.
“I don’t mind,” Matt said. “You’re a good person, so I figure even your cum probably isn’t bad for me.”
Damon looked away for a fleeting moment, a flash of guilt tainting his handsome features. He turned back to face Matt, raising an eyebrow. “So how did I taste?”
Matt hummed, nodding his head. “Pretty good.”