by Zane Menzy
Damon’s psyche had stepped forward in time to the moment he would arrive at Matt’s door. He imagined walking inside the shitty house, chilling in the lounge for a while and when he was done with talking, bark the order and unleash his dominance. Matt made it all so easy, he had offered himself up both times. The second time for fucking nothing. Matt’s need to impress showed a duteous devotion, one Damon intended to take full advantage of.
“Are you even listening to me?” Lexi blurted.
“Yes,” Damon replied, his voice flinching.
“Because you look like your mind is somewhere else.” Lexi sucked on her straw, sipping up her Fanta drink.
“No. My mind’s here.” Damon reassured her.
Lexi suddenly looked distracted, her forehead wrinkling with a frown. “Oh, my god.” She put a hand over her mouth, trying to hold in a giggle. She leaned forward and let out a breathy whisper, “Guess who I just found out is gay this very second!”
Damon gulped. He sat frozen, fearing a surprise attack on his heterosexuality. “Well, it’s not me,” he said defensively, worried that she had read his thoughts.
Lexi gave him a strange look. “Of course it’s not you, he-slut.” She rolled her eyes at him and took a deep breath. “Okay, now keep looking at me but in about ten seconds turn around very subtly and look at the corner booth.” She wiggled her eyebrows before leaning back in her chair.
Damon counted to ten in his head, slowly turned around and cast his gaze to where Lexi had said. Holy shit! He turned back to face Lexi. “Well, fuck me.”
“That’s what they’ll be saying to each other before the end of the night, I imagine.” Lexi smirked, trying to hold in a laugh.
“Did you have any idea that he was… like that?”
“Not a clue. But wow! What a small world.” Lexi giggled under her breath.
Damon agreed. It was a small fucking world going by the sight only five metres behind him. Sitting in a darkened corner, nestled in a booth was Matt’s friend Jason holding hands with Todd’s—supposedly straight—older brother, William.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Work
Matt patted his sweaty palms down the front of his pants. He was panicking about all the things he had planned for Damon. Would Damon appreciate the added effort? A knot in Matt’s stomach pulled tight. Can I even do this? He closed his eyes, willing himself to be strong and committed to his new friend. Matt took two deep breaths, settling his nerves, and opened his eyes. Be confident, he told himself. He had made sure he was dressed confidently at least. After seeing how good Jason had looked in an outfit bordering on corporate, Matt had taken the initiative to dress in something similar.
He had rummaged through his wardrobe to find the only pair of black dress pants he owned, matching them with one of the long-collared shirts Damon had included in the bag of donated clothes. Matt also polished up an old pair of leather, black shoes ‘till they gleamed with a shine resembling newness.
He had never made so much effort with his appearance as he had tonight. It hadn’t stopped at what he was wearing either. Matt had cleaned the lounge, the kitchen, the bathroom and his bedroom. Every room getting a thorough vacuum and a sweet-smelling incense stick to burn away any unwanted smells. It was probably all in vain but he felt good going the extra mile for Damon, it felt worth it.
Matt stared up at the clock, it was now just after 11 o’clock. The sight of such a late hour tightened the knot in his stomach even harder. Instead of being worried about knowing if he could please Damon, he was now more worried about not having the chance to please him. Please turn up, please, Matt begged. As if the universe had heard his desperate prayer, a knock at the door sent his heart flying. His chest bursting with hope. He raced to let his guest in.
“You made it,” Matt said, excitedly.
Damon stared back at him, dressed down in jeans and a baggy t-shirt. “I did. Sorry, I’m so late. I got a little held up.”
“That’s okay. Come in.” Matt stepped aside, letting Damon walk past him. “Fancy a beer? Or I have bourbon if you’d rather a bourbon?”
“Just a beer will be fine, thanks.” Damon led himself into the lounge. Immediately noticing the cleanliness. “Wow, you cleaned up.” He looked around the room, studying the fresh setting. “Looks nice.”
“Yeah, I figured it was due a spring clean.” Matt walked over to the corner of the lounge and dragged out a chilly bin hidden behind a chair.
“What’s that?” Damon asked, surprised by the random item.
“I stacked it up for us. Filled it with ice and everything to keep the drinks cold and nearby.” He handed Damon a cold beer, then shut the lid back down.
Damon nodded his head with thanks and chuckled. “Good thinking, Batman.” He sat down on the couch, spreading his legs wide. “You’re dressed nice tonight.”
“Thank you,” Matt said, glad that Damon noticed.
“Did you go out earlier or something?”
“Uh… no.”
“So this is for my benefit, is it?” Damon laughed.
Matt flicked his eyes away. “I dunno. I just wanted to look nice.”
“No worries. It’s nice to dress up now and then,” Damon said in a soothing voice. He cracked open his can of beer, sending a loud click ricocheting around the room. He sipped down on his drink, closely followed by an appreciative, “Ahhh, now that is good.”
Matt sat down on the floor in front of Damon, staring up at his handsome pal. Envy and worship rolled off Matt’s body in waves. Damon was a thing of beauty. A priceless piece of art. It didn’t matter he was a guy. He was alluring and addictive in Matt’s eyes.
“Are you okay?” Damon asked, picking up on Matt’s goofy smile.
Matt nodded. “Yeah, I’m brilliant.”
Damon gave him a coy look. “You are in a really fucking good mood tonight. What have you been smoking?”
“Nothing. Just normal smokes.” Matt pulled a packet of tailor-made cigarettes out of his pocket, holding them up as proof. “Did you want one?”
“I don’t normally smoke but seeing you’re in such a good mood, I’ll have one to be sociable.” Damon leant in and picked a cigarette out of the packet.
Matt grabbed his lighter and knelt forward, sparking his guest’s nicotine stick alight.
Damon took a deep puff, exhaling skinny plumes of smoke. “Cheers, Matt.”
“No problem.” Matt got to his feet. “I’ll be back soon.”
Damon nodded, alternating feeding his mouth the beer and cigarette. When Matt came back into the room carrying a tray, Damon’s eyes lit up. “What have you got there?”
“Pineapple Lumps, M n M’s, Jelly Beans and liquorice.” Matt placed the tray of goodies down on the coffee table. “I didn’t know what sort of lollies you eat, so I’m hoping there’s at least one you like.”
“Fuck, I feel like a king tonight. Cold beer and candy. Sounds perfect.”
Matt sat back down on the floor in front of Damon. “That’s what friends are for. Help make things perfect.”
Damon coughed on a laugh. “Yeah, mate. That’s true.” He looked at the options of lollies, diving his hand into the one filled with Pineapple Lumps. He chucked an oversized handful into his mouth, chewing loudly.
Matt was glad to see Damon help himself, happy to see the guy feel at ease around him. Matt leaned over, extending his arm out to grab himself a drink from the chilly bin. He opened the can and sucked down a mouthful of courage to offer his next treat. “Can I give you a foot rub?”
“Sorry?” Damon asked through a mouthful of lollies.
“Would you like a foot rub?” Matt repeated, his voice came out hoarse and fused with shyness.
Damon rolled his eyes to the side, thinking it over. Finally, a smile appeared on his lips. He nodded and shook his foot, turning his head away to focus on the task of grabbing more lollies.
Matt grabbed hold of Damon’s shoe, freeing it from his foot then peeling his sock off. He shuffled fo
rward and rested Damon’s heel on his knee, and began pressing the sole of Damon’s foot with his thumbs.
“Nobody’s ever given me a foot massage before,” Damon said, genuinely intrigued by Matt’s surprise offering. “I’m not complaining but it’s not something I’d do for a guy.”
Matt squeezed Damon’s toes then glided his fingers back down to his heel, massaging him some more. “You’ve got nice feet so it doesn’t matter.”
“I don’t know if there is such a thing as nice feet,” Damon chortled, scoffing down another lollie.
“There is on you,” Matt said, nodding. He wanted Damon to know there wasn’t a single piece of him he wouldn’t take care of. “Every part of you is good-looking.”
Damon leaned forward and stroked the side of Matt’s face. “Thank you.”
Matt’s pulse quickened, a glow of happiness gripping his feelings from the sprinkling of compassion Damon showed him. It would have only felt better if it had been a kiss. It didn’t have to be with tongue, a normal kiss would have been fine. It wasn’t anything sexual Matt craved. All he wanted was Damon’s approval, his congratulations.
The tender moment was broken by Damon launching into a conversation about the movie he had been to see. Matt listened as Damon pretty much told him the entire script from start to finish. He didn’t care if Damon ruined it for him. He would rather hear Damon’s voice any day of the week than see a movie. After the rundown of the entire film, Matt asked Damon all about the different countries he had travelled with his parents, enquiring about the stunning sights he had seen.
Damon rattled off a long list of exotic and adventurous destinations, all the while being very careful to include Matt in the conversation, asking him where he would like to go visit. Matt liked this side to Damon, the one where he wore an eager smile, nodding away interested in what Matt had to share.
They waffled on well past midnight, long enough for Matt to take off Damon’s other shoe and massage both his feet thoroughly, twice over. Damon ate his way through nearly all the lollies, only leaving the liquorice untouched.
Once Damon was on the last drops of his fourth beer, Matt could see his face softening, drooping slightly from the alcohol. Matt was still only on his second, too busy with massaging Damon’s feet to keep up with the boozy pace. His suspicion that Damon was drunk was confirmed when Damon started a wobbly sentence with, “I think I know a secret but me thinks you already know it?”
The way the words poured out Damon’s mouth, slowly and salaciously, let Matt know that whatever Damon was about to share was not something he probably should be discussing.
Damon retrieved his foot, giving Matt’s tired fingers a rest. He leant forward on the couch, an excited glimmer in his eyes. “Has your gay mate Jason—that’s his name, right?—got a boyfriend?”
Matt was startled by the question. “No,” he responded, then remembering Jason’s romantic tussle with the soon to be departing Wild Bill. “Well, he is sort of seeing someone but they’re moving away soon. Jason hasn’t introduced me to him.”
Damon’s finger shot in the air like he was having a eureka moment. “Is this person moving to Australia?”
Matt nodded. “Yeah, they are. How do you know?”
“So, Jason hasn’t told you who the guy is?”
“No. But he never really tells me much about his dates.” Matt reconsidered his answer. “Okay, that’s a lie. He tells me WAAAAY too much about what he gets up to on his dates but never much about who the person is. But then it’s not really any of my business.”
“How terribly fucking diplomatic of you,” Damon said, laughing. “You should be in politics.”
Matt shrugged. “After I’ve conquered the world with my accounting degree, who knows.”
“I can’t believe you want to do accounting,” Damon said, sipping on his beer like the word accounting had left a bad taste in his mouth. “How boring.”
“I don’t care if it’s boring. I just want to make money and leave this dump.”
“You only gotta walk about five blocks away to do that, mate,” Damon said, then looked at Matt with embarrassed eyes. “Fuck, sorry. I didn’t mean that.”
Matt laughed at seeing Damon uncomfortable. “It’s fine. Poverty Peak is what it is.” He slapped Damon’s knee playfully. “Come on, who is this person Jason’s dating?”
Damon returned to his gossiping facials, his eyes glancing side to side as if he were about to share the secret location of buried treasure. “William Jenkins.”
Matt shot back a blank look at first before the name Jenkins hit home. “Jenkins? As in Todd’s brother William?”
Damon nodded. “Yep.”
“How do you know that? Williams not gay though.”
“Me and Lexi saw them together in town tonight, looking all cosy together, holding hands while they looked adoringly into each other’s eyes.” Damon planted his hands each side of his face, batting his eyelids before bursting out with drunk laughter.
“Wow…” Matt mumbled to himself. William Jenkins was a senior when Matt had started high school. He had been on the first fifteen rugby team, a prefect and from memory just as snooty as Todd. The two brothers looked alike too. Similar heights with their trademark Jenkin blond hair, the only difference was William was probably a bit burlier than his kid brother.
Why did Jason not say that Wild Bill was William Jenkins? Matt felt annoyed at his friend for not telling him. It was like Jason didn’t trust him or something. Before he could stew any longer on it, Damon cut Matt’s thoughts off by waving his foot in the air.
“Keep rubbing,” Damon said bluntly.
Matt shook his head and the thoughts of Jason’s betrayal away. He grabbed hold of Damon’s foot and continued massaging.
“Your so fucking obedient.” Damon rested back into the couch, enjoying Matt’s attentitive hands. “I love it.”
The word obedient didn’t sit right as a compliment but Matt let it slide. “I try.” He smiled up at Damon, hoping for a nicer description to be thrown his way.
“I still can’t get over that you want to do accounting next year.” He shook his head, confusion warping his perfect features.
“It’s like a trade for a professional and should be a guaranteed job—if I get good grades—and within a few years, I’ll be earning some decent money ya know.”
Damon waved a hand dismissively at Matt’s reasons. “I know what you’re saying but you could do anything.”
Matt shook his head; anything may have been possible for someone like Damon but not for those residing closer to the poverty line. This is where sensible ambitions came into play. “I wish that were true.”
“Of course it’s true.” Damon lurched forward, emphasising his point. “Before I got to know you. I’ll be honest. I thought you were a bit of a freak.”
Matt smiled. “Most people do I think.”
“Yeah, but you’re not. You’re fucking cool, Matt. You’re friendly as, can make a good joke or two and you’re good with your hands.” Damon winked at him. “So, yeah. A good-looking guy like you with brains can do anything.”
Matt’s ears pricked up. “You think I’m good looking?”
Damon laughed, sounding almost nervous. He took his time to respond, “Obviously. You don’t think I’d let just any guy suck my dick, do you?”
The compliment felt real but it signalled the next phase of the night. The look on Damon’s face told Matt that this was his way of moving them to the secret part of their friendship.
Matt bit down on his lip, he was about to find out if he could deliver the skills Jason had suggested. He took a breath and asked in a whisper, “Do you want me to suck your cock?”
Damon groaned, licking his lips. “You make it sound like a chore. I thought you’d ask nicer than that.”
Instinct told Matt that this was a different side to Damon. One that required Matt to behave differently too. “Can I please suck your cock, Damon,” Matt asked in a timid voice.
&nbs
p; Damon’s eyes wore a shield of control. He tugged down on his zipper, exposing a hard bulge in his underwear. “You sure can. Knock yourself out”
Matt gulped. He lowered his face and knocked himself out.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR:
Absorbing the Moment
Matt tugged Damon’s pants and underwear down the length of his legs, hooking them over his feet so Damon was fully exposed; his dick pointing high and hard. Matt took a moment to admire his friend’s manhood and splendid beauty.
The previous two times had been awkward and rushed. The awkwardness was still there—it always would be—but tonight, Matt intended to take his time and absorb the intimacy. This wasn’t something Matt ever thought he would do, gifting pleasure to a man through sucking his cock, but if it was how Damon derived joy then Matt would make sure he used the gift bestowed upon him. Damon was his gift, the universe’s way of finally rewarding him for being patient and wading through shitty hurdle after shitty hurdle.
Matt knew his own cock was bigger—maybe by an inch—but Damon’s prick was a handsome fucker. Its thickness was well proportioned, steady and wide all the way up to its purple head. Damon’s balls were sizable too, hairy beasts that Matt knew first-hand produced enormous amounts of cum. His pubes were a light brown, less coarse than Matt’s own.
Matt combed his hands down Damon’s strong thighs, feeling the friction that was distinctively male. He stroked his fingers over Damon’s knees, continuing down to the tips of his toes before roaming his palms back up his mate’s hairy legs.
“What are you doing?” Damon asked, a smirk on his face.
Matt kept his head down, inspecting Damon’s masculine terrain. “Exploring,” he mumbled.
“Is that so,” Damon chuckled.
“You don’t mind, do you?” Matt asked, looking up at him with a look of innocence. “I want to get to know your body better.”
Damon frowned, surprised by Matt’s interest. He took a swig on his beer, taking his time to respond, “Is my cock that nice it’s made you go gay for real?” The question smacked of arrogance.