by Zane Menzy
Matt bent down and kissed the tip of Damon’s dick. “Yours is the only dick I’d ever go gay for.” He kissed Damon’s cock again, embracing his admission. “Can you take your shirt off?”
“Oh, boy. You sure have gone full-on queer tonight.” Damon put his can down and stripped his shirt off, sprawling back into the couch. “Give me a smoke,” he demanded.
Matt rummaged in his pocket, retrieving the cigarettes, picking one out and lighting it before handing it across to Damon. He had a slight thrill watching Damon’s lips greedily wrap around the end of something laced with his saliva.
Damon inhaled deeply on the cigarette, owning the moment.
Matt proceeded to kiss his way up Damon’s inner thigh, the only smooth part of the boy’s legs. When he got to Damon’s crotch, he gently tongued Damon’s nuts which were squished into the seat of the couch. Matt shuffled forward and sucked each ball thoroughly, one at a time. Damon groaned, pleasure slipping from his sexy lips.
Matt kept sucking away on Damon’s scrotum. He raised a hand, gripping Damon’s dick tightly between his fingers, squeezing. Damon continued moaning in-between puffs on the cigarette, his feet snapping around jerkily, hitting Matt’s kneeling legs.
Matt released Damon’s hairy sac from his mouth, running his tongue up the shaft of Damon’s cock ‘till he reached the precum-soaked, glistening tip. He swivelled his tongue deep through the groove of Damon’s piss slit, gathering as much of the taste of Damon’s cum he could muster. This pure substance of sticky cum, Damon’s sex, was no longer something Matt feared, it was something he craved. He convinced himself this was Damon’s love and appreciation, trickling out like a reward.
Matt curled his fingers through Damon’s pubes, twisting them into a grip and tugged gently while he lowered his mouth over Damon’s girth. The mix of hair-pulling and dick sucking worked how Jason had said; Damon’s breaths becoming sharper, more sexual and needy.
The throbbing of Damon’s dick and dribbles of precum let Matt know how much satisfaction he was delivering. He rammed his mouth down hard, sucking so deep his jaw hurt. He let his hands traverse Damon’s stomach, tapping as he did so against his guest’s hard abs.
Matt freed his mouth from Damon’s cock, sucking in a deep breath of air to sustain his lungs. He looked up and saw Damon with his head lulled back, his eyes shuttering. Damon had one arm extended out, a limp hand barely holding the cigarette that was now a cylinder of ash ready to crumble. Matt brought his body forward, pushing his chest against Damon’s balls as he kissed his way up Damon’s stomach.
With his face pressed firmly into Damon’s taut tummy, Matt inhaled the smooth skin. You smell so fucking good, no one else smells quite like you do. Matt wished he could melt into the beautiful body so he could be as perfect as Damon.
Suddenly, a feeling that was all his own attacked Matt’s senses. It started off as a shiver, zapping his chest, his back and rolling up and down his legs before striking his crotch with a burning desire. Matt’s dick twinged, slowly stiffening. I’m getting hard! I’m getting fucking hard!
Matt leapt backwards in fright, grabbing his dick through his pants, squeezing it down, trying to bury his arousal. He had intended on enjoying himself tonight, getting mental stimulation from pleasing Damon, but he had never thought the stimulation would become physical for himself. Sexual.
“You alright?” Damon asked. He opened his groggy eyes, leant forward and stubbed out the cigarette.
“Umm, yep. I’m fine,” Matt said, flustered.
“I was really enjoying what you were doing,” Damon winked at Matt, gripping his dick in his hand, squeezing more beads of precum from his tip. “Come on. You haven’t finished the job yet. I can tell you now it’s gonna be a huge load.”
Matt kept his hands down, covering his crotch. He discretely tried to shuffle to the side so Damon wouldn’t notice. He failed.
“What’s that?” Damon blurted. He hunched forward, knocking Matt’s hand out of the way. “You have a stiffy!” He gasped in shock.
“I do,” Matt whispered, wincing.
Damon laughed. “Fucking hell. I really have made you a faggot.”
Matt glared at him angrily. Jason had instilled in him a deep loathing of that vile word. He forgot his submissive place and snapped, “You can talk.”
Damon kept laughing, shaking his head. “I’m the one being sucked. Not you.”
The fucked-up hypocrisy riled Matt, but what he hated most was that he could see the point Damon was making. He pushed himself away from Damon and sat with his legs hunched under his chin, wearing a sour look on his face.
Damon’s laughter rolled to a stop. He sighed loudly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
Matt refused to look Damon in the eye, he focused on the carpet, hiding his angry embarrassment.
Damon stretched out his hand, stroking Matt’s hair. “Don’t worry about it. What’s the big deal if you’re enjoying it?” His voice carried smoothly and affectionately. “I’m actually sort of flattered.”
Matt raised his head, meeting Damon’s gaze. One look at the cocky rich kid was all it took for Matt’s mood to capitulate. As quickly as his anger had surfaced, it vanished. “You are?”
“Yeah, if you like my dick that much it’s given you a boner, then of course I’m flattered.” Damon smiled. “So, can you please come back and keep doing what you were doing?” He put on a sweet face, urging Matt to return between his legs.
Matt scooted forward, slipping his hands between the couch and the small of Damon’s back, hugging his face into Damon’s chest. “Fuck, your beautiful,” he whispered. He meant it, his erection meant it. Matt wished Damon would wrap his arms around his back in return, make him feel safe after what felt like a confession.
When Damon made no sign of offering a cuddle, Matt went back to what he knew Damon wanted; his wet mouth ravishing his body. Matt licked around Damon’s nipple, sucking down gently with a small bite.
Damon shuddered in response to Matt’s sharp teeth nipping his skin.
Matt raised Damon’s arm, lowering his face down to Damon’s hip, licking up his flank ‘till his tongue collided with the damp hair in Damon’s armpit. Matt didn’t care; he needed to taste every part of the sexy bastard.
Damon squirmed as Matt’s tongue continued to lash his armpit with firm licks. “Stop, stop,” Damon pleaded in fits of ticklish giggles.
Matt didn’t listen and buried his face deeper.
Damon grabbed him by the hair, pulling him away. He dragged Matt’s gaze up to meet his own, their faces wafting warm breath over one another. “I said stop,” the words came out in a low growl, he looked at Matt with steely resolve.
“Sorry,” Matt mumbled, he rubbed his crotch against Damon’s bare leg, letting him know his cock was still hard.
Damon’s eyes narrowed, penetrating an unreadable look. Damon pushed Matt’s head down, forcing him down to his cock.
Obediently, Matt gobbled him up, sliding his mouth down over Damon’s shaft. He sucked with intent, desperate to please and earn the approval he craved. As soon as he heard Damon gasping, Matt knew it was time to shift the sexual focus.
Matt broke his cock sucking rhythm and dropped his mouth back down to Damon’s balls, tonguing with delight. He placed his hands under Damon’s hips, pressing gently, letting Damon know to lift his legs. Damon took the hint, slowly raising his legs ‘till Matt could see what he needed.
Damon’s arse was laid bare, in full sight. His buttocks were smooth and sleek, his arsecrack a tight line. Matt took a deep breath, urging himself to go through with what he had planned. He nuzzled his face back down to Damon’s hairy balls, grazing his tongue along his lover’s perineum.
Damon moaned louder than ever before and his body jolted in fright when Matt’s tongue surprised him by gliding deep inside the indent of his arsecheeks, licking across his hole. Damon’s legs convulsed, shaking in the air.
“Fuck… fuck,” Damon’s voice panted in a delirio
us pitch. He rested his ankles on Matt’s shoulders, giving in to what was being done to him.
Matt slid his tongue back and forth across the length of Damon’s hairy crack, each time prodding Damon’s hole with a wet flick. For the first time, ever, Matt felt like he had control of the situation. Control over Damon. Matt didn’t fuck about, he seized the opportunity, lashing Damon’s arse with slick licks. He took a break from eating Damon out and kissed his beautiful, firm arse cheeks. Matt loved the feel of Damon’s behind, he sank his teeth in, sucking Damon’s buttocks with a greedy mouth. Matt was so caught up with how good it felt, he didn’t realise he had left behind deep love bites. He dismissed the damage, hoping Damon wouldn’t notice; secretly aroused by the sight of these passionate marks that proved how close they had become.
Damon’s gasps and twitching feet amplified his loss of command. He’s fucking loving this, Matt thought. He slipped his mouth back between Damon’s crack, thrusting his tongue hard as he could. Matt was desperate to penetrate Damon’s tight hole, but his tongue alone couldn’t push through the friction. Matt fetched his finger up, about to stick it inside Damon’s anus, but before he could dig his finger inside, Damon’s feet shoved him backwards.
Matt sat stunned, surprised by being pushed away so abruptly. “I thought you were enjoying that?”
Damon breathed heavy, resting his feet back on the floor. His head gave a wobbly nod. “I was. But I need you to take all your clothes off.”
Matt shrugged, surprised by the request. “Why?”
Damon looked Matt in the eyes and without an ounce of warmth in his voice said, “Because I’m going to fuck you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE:
A Rite of Passage
Matt gulped. “You’re what?”
“I’m going to fuck you,” Damon replied, scratching his chin. “In the arse.”
Matt cringed at hearing the added detail. You’re going to stick that huge thing inside me? The scenario was nerve-wracking; one Matt hadn’t foreseen ever happening between them. Yes, he had freely gifted Damon ownership of his mouth… but his arse? That was taking things to a completely different level. A level that meant Matt would no longer be a virgin. He will be the FIRST person I have sex with. Proper fucking Sex! Matt’s mind stewed over the seriousness of it all. The oddness of gifting his innocence to another man—not a woman—stabbed his pride. If he fucks me, then he is my first… forever. No changing that. Matt sat, hugging his knees. He liked Damon, he really did, and he wanted to please him. But Matt wasn’t sure he wanted Damon to have this sacred piece of himself.
“Well, come on. Get your clothes off.” Damon sat there stroking his cock, waiting.
“I don’t know.” Matt scanned the room. “I thought you liked me sucking you.”
“I do. But I’ll like it even more if you let me fuck you.”
“Really?” Matt squawked. His unsettled tone made Damon sit up.
“Well, I don’t know to be sure.” Damon laughed, squeezing on his cock again. “But I am willing to find out.” He flicked his chin up, pouting his sultry lips. His magical green eyes shed a potent charm, making Matt feel like the only person in the world who mattered.
It must have been the sexiest look on a face Matt had ever seen. He could tell it was purposely done and reeked of reckless intent. Matt didn’t know much about sex and love but he knew enough to tell that Damon was seducing him.
Matt threw out the only thing he could think of that might save his arse from Damon’s cock. “I’m a virgin.” He took a deep breath, expecting Damon’s dubious intentions to recede.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Damon said arrogantly. He reached a hand out, rubbing the side of Matt’s face. “That’s part of what makes it so fucking hot. Knowing I get to pop your cherry.”
Matt’s face burned where Damon’s fingers stroked him, his cheeks reddening. “True,” he muttered, unsure of what else to say.
“You got hard from sucking my cock. Imagine how much you’ll enjoy it in your arse.” Damon wiggled his eyebrows, lowering his voice to a whisper, “Now take your clothes off.”
Matt looked at Damon’s naked body. There was no denying this was a beautiful and amazing person. Superlatives were invented for Damon Harris. His brown hair, fine facial features, his toned limbs. Even the fucker’s tan lines looked attractive. Matt’s cock was still stiff in his pants, but what he wasn’t sure of, was if it was Damon’s body he was turned on by?
Am I into dudes? Or is this just one fucked up situation? The question made him dizzy. Matt’s sense-of-self was in tatters. In his fantasies, Matt’s first time would have been with Lexi or some other leggy brunette. Not one with a cock!
Damon stood up, stepping around Matt to grab himself another beer. His body language screamed of impatience. Matt knew he had to make his mind up quick. If he turned Damon down, he ran the risk of losing a friendship. If he said yes, he was opening the possibility of one big fucking mistake.
Damon clicked open the can, then knelt down to retrieve his pants. “I’ll head home after this one,” he grumbled.
Matt panicked, he grabbed hold of Damon’s thigh. “You don’t have to go.”
“Nar, it’s probably best I head off soon.” Damon pulled Matt’s hand away.
“I’ll do it. You can fuck me if you want.” Matt couldn’t believe he said those words out loud and so desperately.
Damon glared at him. “Nar, don’t worry about it.”
Matt felt his stomach drop. Damon’s sudden dismissal of his body cut like a knife. He got to his feet and stripped his shirt off, unbuttoning his pants.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Damon sneered.
Matt pulled his pants down, hooking his feet out of them. “Getting naked like you told me to.” Matt peeled his socks off to be as naked as Damon. He dropped to his knees and lunged for Damon’s cock with his mouth, giving him one good suck.
Damon looked down at him, a pitiful look on his face. “So, you really do want me to fuck you?”
Matt looked up at him, nodding. Giving himself away.
Damon put his hands on his hips, looking around the room. “Right. So, where do you want to do it?” He laughed softly, smiling. “Where do you fancy losing the big V?”
“In my bed,” Matt answered, he rose to his feet, leading Damon out of the lounge and down the hall to his bedroom.
His room was draped in shadows, waiting for secrets to be made. Matt crossed the floor to reach his bedside table, switching on a blue lava lamp. It gave the room a dimness, one he hoped would replicate the romance of candles. He was so glad that he had bothered to clean his room and make his bed earlier. Maybe subconsciously he always knew they would end up in here? He took it as a sign. This is meant to be, he’s the one. And if Damon was the one who was taking Matt’s virginity, then the pair of them needed a song. Matt turned on his stereo, letting it play the radio quietly in the background.
Damon stood in the centre of the room, looking around at all his posters in the faint light. “You like your music, don’t you?”
Matt nodded. “I sure do.” He felt the importance of the moment that was unfolding. His body was about to go through a sexual ceremony. A rite of passage. He looked across at Damon’s naked body, focusing on the cock that would soon be inside him. Fucking him. Matt felt a contradictory swell of fear and enthusiasm grip his teenage body which was about to become a man.
Damon stared back at him, their eyes meeting. “This is pretty fucking intense,” he chuckled, looking down at Matt’s cock which stuck out, poking the air with its hardness. Damon motioned with his finger for Matt to come near.
In supple steps, Matt approached his lover. It was weird to think of Damon as that, but that’s exactly what he was. Yes, they may be on their way to becoming firm friends, but in his bedroom at that naked moment, Damon Harris was his lover. Matt was about to gift him the last of his innocence, a privilege no one else would ever receive once it was gone. His feet came to a stop right
in front of Damon, his body trembling.
Damon rested a hand on Matt’s shivering shoulder, rubbing him with swirling fingers. “It’s okay, Matt. Your safe with me.”
The words were perfect. Exactly what Matt needed to hear. He stepped forward, closing the remaining distance between their bodies and pressed their stomachs together.
Matt lay his head into Damon’s chest, wrapping his arms around his lover’s warm back. Damon’s heart pounded in Matt’s ear, a steady, fast beat which exposed Damon’s own anxiety with the situation.
“Thank you,” Matt mumbled in a hushed tone. He waited for Damon to embrace him, caress him, love him. Matt was about to give up all hope that the tenderness would continue, when finally, Damon’s strong arms latched onto him, reeling him in harder, their bare skin kissing as their cocks grinded together.
Matt pecked Damon’s chest, his way of saying thank you for wanting him. Damon’s hand swooped low, coming between their tummies, grabbing hold of Matt’s fat cock. Matt gasped at the touch. The first time a hand—which wasn’t his own—touched him there.
Damon squeezed him between his furled fingers, examining Matt’s size. “You have got a seriously big dick, man.” Damon laughed. “I’m fucking jealous.”
Matt nuzzled into Damon’s neck and whispered, “Thank you. It’s all yours.”
“Thanks. But it’s your arse that I want.” Damon chuckled and let go of Matt’s dick, shifting his hand around to clutch Matt’s furry arse cheek. Damon slipped a finger between Matt’s crack, rubbing his hole gently.
Matt raised his head, craning his neck up and pressed his lips to Damon’s for a kiss.
Damon turned his face away. “None of that, dude.” He stepped backwards, shaking his head. “I’m not even too keen on hugging to be honest.”
“Oh,” Matt said, disappointed at Damon’s need to tone down the emotion. It didn’t dent Matt’s horniness, though. His cock was still basking in the glory of being touched, insisting Matt let go of soppy ideals and bite the sex bullet.