by Zane Menzy
Damon didn’t seem to notice his hurt, he just focused on the practical side of the task at hand. “Have you got any joeys?”
Matt didn’t respond. Puzzled at first by the question.
“Condoms,” Damon said. “Have you got a condom I could use?”
“Oh, yep,” Matt sputtered. He went to his bedside table and pulled out the only rubber he owned. A sad, lonely looking creature that had sat in the drawer, waiting patiently since his father had included it sneakily in a birthday card for Matt’s sixteenth. It was always meant to be going on the end of Matt’s dick, not someone else’s. He wondered how his father would react if he found out it was about to be used to dig inside Matt’s arse.
Damon snatched it out of Matt’s hand, swiftly ripping it open. Matt watched on as Damon slid the rubber down his shaft, wrapping his length in a snug fit. The light blue light from the lava lamp gave the rubber a ghostly glow.
Matt swallowed a lump of trepidation down his tight throat, the reality of what was about to happen between them was becoming more real by the second.
“Do you have any lube?” Damon asked. His eyes widened, wanting Matt to answer quickly.
Matt shook his head. “No, sorry.”
Damon sighed, sounding annoyed.
Matt’s naivety shone through. “We don’t need any, do we?”
Damon coughed out a mockful laugh. “I am going to take a wild guess and assume you won’t be saying that once my cock is going in you.”
Matt grimaced and his arsehole twitched.
“Come suck me off a bit. That should help lube me up.” Damon hustled forward, holding his hard cock in his hand for Matt to suck on. For what felt like the umpteenth time that evening, Matt found himself on his knees again, nudging Damon’s dick into his gaping mouth. This time he made sure to dribble as much as he could, drowning Damon’s layered cock with rivers of saliva. Matt felt like he was becoming good at this cock sucking business, gradually being able to handle more and more of Damon inside him without gagging. He just hoped his arse was able to take as much dick as his mouth now could.
As he kept sucking on Damon, Matt started to play with his own cock, keeping it sturdy and erect with steady tugs.
Damon’s voice fired out low and gravelly. “Don’t worry about getting yourself off. Focus on me.”
He’s in the dark zone again. Matt was quickly learning that his lover had an ability to make him feel treasured and wanted one moment, then insignificant and violated the next. If he didn’t have such a lack of inner pride, Matt may have told Damon to go fuck himself—just stand up, walk away—and leave Damon to wank alone. But Matt wasn’t the type of person to do that, and Matt knew that Damon knew this.
Matt had to obey the man attached to the cock he was sucking. If he wanted to remain on Damon’s good side and be part of his life in some shape or form, then he had to accept this submissive role.
Damon grabbed Matt by his unruly hair, pulling his mouth off his cock. “We should be good now. Go bend over.” Damon clicked his fingers and pointed at the foot of the bed.
“Can we maybe do it so I’m facing you?” Matt asked, knowing what the answer would be.
Damon’s expression hardened. He shook his head, flatly refusing. “Bend over. You’ll be fine.”
Matt trudged his way to the foot of the bed, he lowered his head and lay his palms flat on the blankets, waiting for Damon to take control and steer the ride. He felt Damon’s hand brush his hip, tickling his fingers over Matt’s arse. The sound of spitting fused with the quiet sounds of the radio, accompanying the heavy beat of Matt’s heart.
The next thing Matt knew was Damon’s wet finger pressing between his cheeks, circling his tight arsehole. Plip, plip came the sound of more spit. Again, Damon applied it to Matt’s hole, lubing his entrance thoroughly.
Matt took a deep breath, bracing himself for the intrusion.
“Go lower,” Damon said, pushing down on Matt’s back.
Matt lowered his body. “Is this okay?”
“Looks good to me,” Damon said. He gripped Matt by the hips and brushed his hard cock across Matt’s buttocks. Damon manoeuvred his body ‘till his cock lined up with Matt’s slick rectum and he pushed forward.
Matt flinched, pulling his hole away. His body tensed up with pre-emptive pain. “Wait!” he cried in panic.
Damon smudged his wet palm down Matt’s back, caressing him with soothing strokes. “Shhh, settle down,” he whispered. “It’s okay, Matt. I’m going to do my best not to hurt you.”
“Okay,” Matt muttered. He kept his eyes down, focused on the blanket.
Damon attempted again, lining his cock up for another go. He swivelled the wet head of his prick around, familiarising himself with the unexplored terrain of Matt’s virgin arsehole. “On the count of three,” he said. “One… Two…” Damon took him by surprise, jamming his cock forward a second early.
“Arrrghh fuck!” Matt screamed, punching the bed. His sphincter clenched around the head of Damon’s dick which had crossed the virgin threshold. Matt’s entire arse felt like it was on fire, shunting with burn. “fuck, fuck, fuck,” he kept moaning, burying his face into the blanket, writhing his body.
“Just keep me inside you. Don’t fight it,” Damon said, the glee in his voice made it apparent he was smiling. He stroked Matt’s back, willing him to stop moving. “Stop wriggling.”
Matt couldn’t help it. He scrunched his toes up, breathing heavy gasps at the feel of two inches of cock digging inside his hole. Suddenly, Damon’s weight fell atop of him, sending them both crashing onto the mattress.
As they landed Matt yelped again in pain as Damon’s dick shot deeper inside of him. Matt tried to crawl away but Damon wrapped his arms underneath his chest, hugging him tight and proceeded to kiss the nape of Matt’s neck. “Stay with me, babe. Stay close to me,” Damon whispered.
Matt stopped struggling, paralysed with gratitude from hearing Damon call him babe. He lay completely still, surrendering to Damon and the inevitability of being fucked hard in the arse. Matt’s cock had softened and it lay squished beneath him.
Matt turned his head to the side and asked, “Can you call me babe again?” It came out sounding meek and pathetic.
Damon kissed his neck. “Okay, babe,” he whispered. “I’m gonna start fucking your arse now, babe.” Damon slowly grinded his dick forward, emitting a low growl as he pushed deeper and deeper inside Matt’s arse. The pressure he applied was firm and unforgiving, slowly chipping away every last fragment of innocence Matt had.
Matt groaned beneath his lover, arching his back and twitching his feet. Torn between pain and mental pleasure. When Matt’s wriggling got too much, Damon locked his ankles over Matt’s, robbing him of any escape. There was no point in fighting it, his arse’s fate was sealed. Matt’s mouth trickled with tiny sighs, as his arse embraced every inch Damon had to give him. It hurt, it hurt like fucking crazy, but it was also a privilege he reminded himself.
Whenever it hurt too much, he would whimper and Damon would whisper the magic word babe in his ear. Hearing such a tender reference was the best pain relief there was. Matt’s arse felt fuller than he could imagine, and when Damon told him he had taken every single inch, Matt felt his own dick twitch to life. I have every part of him in me. We have rolled into one.
Damon stayed pressed into Matt’s back, gently swaying side to side, stretching his hole wider. “I guess this means you’re not a virgin anymore, Mr Andrews.” He nuzzled into Matt’s ear, nipping his earlobe.
“I guess not, Mr Cherry Popper.” Matt smiled, happiness washing over him. “I can’t believe I have you inside me.”
“Do you like it?” Damon asked breathily into his ear.
“Anything you do, I like.”
“Is that so?” Damon tickled Matt’s armpit.
“Except that!” Matt giggled, squirming.
Damon kissed him again on the nape of his neck. “Sorry, babe.”
That word! It made Matt soar inside. He
wanted so badly for Damon to flip him over—fuck him face to face—so they could kiss. He didn’t dare ask though. Instead, he lay there, riding the moment. Matt soaked up every sensation he could. Damon’s balls pressing against his arse. The way their hairy legs rubbed together, sparking like static electricity. Damon’s damp breath tickling his eardrums. The growing pile of sweat between their bodies sticking together. It was everything he had hoped sex would be; yet, entirely foreign all at the same time.
Matt grabbed hold of Damon’s arm, shifting it up his body ‘till he could lower his lips and plant a kiss on it. Damon Harris had made him a man, and for that Matt would be forever grateful. They had a connection now. One that could never be broken.
The Britpop song quietly playing on the radio was strangely suitable. Its simple lyrics and softness would forever be etched into Matt’s brain, reminding him of tonight and his first time. Our song… our very own Bitter Sweet Symphony.
As the anthem-like song began to fade to its close, Damon’s rhythm found a new beginning. He stabbed Matt’s hole with breezy strokes of his cock. At first it added to the closeness Matt was feeling. It was like Damon desired him so much that he needed to delve deeper. Damon’s want of him was intoxicating and Matt felt drunk on the spark of affection.
Matt’s lips parted, disrupting the sexual flow. “Damon. Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah,” Damon grunted, stopping his dick’s digging.
“Does this make us more than friends?”
Damon bit Matt’s shoulder, playfully. “What do you mean?”
“Like…” Matt paused. “Are we boyfriends?”
A silence fell between them, drifting to the point of awkwardness. Finally, Damon emitted a carnal grumble in Matt’s ear, “I love how fucking tight your arse feels.” The sensual, loving spark was shattered. Damon started to move his hips, up and down, withdrawing his cock in and out of Matt’s arsehole with virile aggression. “Fuck this feels good,” he muttered, gathering pace with his thrusting fuck motions.
Matt dug his fingernails into the bed, grunting each time Damon crashed his cock in as far as it could go. The spit on the condom had dried up and it felt like Damon’s cock was ripping him to shreds. Damon tapped Matt’s stomach, insinuating he get on his hands and knees. Together they raised their bodies up, striking a new position.
“Doggy style,” Damon said, sounding like he was licking his lips.
Matt kept his head down, steadying himself on his elbows as his arse took a hard thrust from behind. Damon gripped Matt by the hips, locking him in for a severe bum bashing. Damon retrieved his dick nearly fully from Matt’s hole, then slammed it back inside balls deep.
“Fuck,” Matt yelped.
Damon slapped Matt’s arsecheek. “Just take it,” he instructed as he continued fucking Matt like a piece of meat.
Matt gritted his teeth, riding the wave of pain that rolled in with every shove from Damon’s thick cock. He kept trying to catch his breath as Damon sawed in and out of him.
“Fuck, yeah,” Damon hissed. “Now you’re starting to loosen up nice n good.” He slapped Matt’s arse again, taking ownership of his hole. “Beg for my cock.”
“What?” Matt sputtered.
Damon slapped his arse again. “I said, beg for my cock!” He lowered his hand, reaching around and tugging on Matt’s balls. “Tell me you want it.”
Matt gasped from his nuts firm pull. “I want your cock.”
“Again,” Damon panted.
“I want your cock,” Matt said as Damon’s hand slapped his arsecheek again with stinging heat. Matt gave Damon what he wanted, this time with more effort, “Fuck my arse, give me your big sexy cock.”
Damon tugged on Matt’s balls again. “I bet you fucking want it!”
“I do, Damon. I do.” Matt sucked back a mouth of spit. “Fuck me, just fuck the shit out of me.”
Damon let out a horny laugh. He released Matt’s nuts and grabbed him by the hips again, going faster and harder. Matt could feel Damon’s dick chipping away at the last of the virgin friction, his arsehole expanding to a new, looser state. Matt wasn’t sure how much more of the rough love he could take, but just before he was about to say stop, Damon collapsed on top of him, forcing Matt back onto his stomach. Damon’s fingers appeared at Matt’s mouth, squeezing between his sticky lips. Damon gasped in Matt’s ear, “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum.”
Matt sucked down hard on Damon’s fingers. Damon gave his arse two more hard fucks ‘till he cried out a vulnerable sigh, “I’m blooowing.” Matt felt Damon’s dick twitch inside his arsehole, jerking sporadically. The feel of Damon emptying inside him made his own cock harden. Damon started shaking and shivering. He slowly pulled his cock out, and lay stretched out beside Matt, puffing.
Matt rolled onto his side, giving Damon a significant gaze.
“Fuck, man. That was a workout,” Damon said, wiping sweat from his brow.
“So, was that good?”
Damon turned his face, looking Matt in the eyes. “Yeah, fully.”
Matt draped an arm over Damon’s torso, nuzzling into his shoulder. “I’m glad you liked it.” He kissed Damon’s nipple, tasting a slight hint of sweat.
“Are you sore?” Damon asked, affection returning to his voice. “Sorry if I went a bit hard.”
Matt thought about the probing question before answering, “Yeah, it hurts a little bit.” He reached down and touched Damon’s deflating dick, squeezing the tip of the condom which was flooded with white spunk. “But the pain was worth having you inside me, babe.” He kissed Damon’s nipple again.
“No worries,” Damon said. He put a hand up and stroked Matt’s hair.
Matt jutted his crotch forward, rubbing his erection against Damon’s thigh. He reached down and began jacking off his cock.
“What are you doing?” Damon asked.
“I was just gonna jerk off. You’ve left me really fucking horny.”
Damon scraped Matt’s arm from his chest and sat up. “Sorry, Matt. But you aren’t jacking off on me, buddy.” He shot Matt a condescending smile. “I better head home now, anyway.”
“You can stay over if you like,” Matt said, desperate for his lover to spend the night.
Damon scooted off the edge of the bed, stood up and carefully peeled the condom off his cock. “Nar, I have bad night terrors, no shit. I would only keep you up.”
“You do?”
Damon nodded. “Yep.”
“I don’t mind if you wake me up. It would just be nice having you here.” As soon as Matt said it, he knew he sounded clingy.
“Another time,” Damon said, he chucked the used rubber on the floor and looked down at Matt still laying on the bed. “Thanks for letting me… you know.”
Matt blushed. “You’re welcome.” He sat up, about to follow Damon to the lounge.
“You don’t have to get up, bro. I promise not to pinch anything on my way out.” Damon smiled cheekily. “Catch you another time.” He waved and left the room to get changed.
Matt stay on the bed, waiting for Damon to leave. As soon as he heard the front door shut, he walked into the lounge, chucked his underwear on and cracked open a beer. He sat down on the couch, his limbs shaking from shock.
Did I really just get fucked by Damon Harris? If it weren’t for the burning of his arsehole, Matt would have sworn it was all a dream, an unreal experience.
He had gone from being the loner freak at school, an invisible nobody, to being the most popular guy’s lover. His common-sense tried telling him he couldn’t use that word. Lovers don’t fuck you and leave. Matt refused to believe that logic.
Damon had his reason for not staying over, and Matt accepted it. Besides, if Matt wanted proof of how much love Damon had for him, all he had to do was go and check the condom. It was filled to the brim with white love.
Matt took a sip of his drink, nodding to himself, believing his happy lies and self-congratulations for entering adulthood. Underneath his bri
ttle composure, though, lay a stark truth—the ugliness of feeling like used goods and having just lost something he could never get back.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX:
A Horrible Person
“I am a horrible person.” Damon groaned to himself. He lay in his bed, crippled with guilt. The sun shone through those pesky pale curtains, waking him up much earlier than he cared to be woken. If he had his way, he would sleep for days, weeks, years, not wake up ‘till he knew it was safe that enough time had passed to erase any lurking guilt.
He couldn’t believe he had cheated on Zoe. Again. Getting Matt to suck him off was one thing, but fucking the dude in the arse? That took the cheating to definite scumbag territory. The fact he had cheated at all made him a scum bag, but this made him especially bad, he thought.
The blowjobs, well, Damon had convinced himself it had just been an innocent exchange of fun. Boys being boys. He knew this was grasping at straws made of bullshit, but they were straws helping stem off the flow of guilt and shame before it could haemorrhage all through his emotions.
Fucking emotions! Damon didn’t care for them much, but they were always there. Simmering away, playing havoc. Jenna always told him “guilt is a wasted emotion” one not worthy of time or effort. He wished he could live by that statement. The way she could. But when you make as many mistakes as Damon did, it proved a hard philosophy to follow.
Temptation had always been something he couldn’t resist. Damon went through women like they were candy; greedily and for temporary effect. He had cheated on all his previous girlfriends, not just Zoe. But every other time he had dipped his wick in unfaithful ponds it had been with other girls. Not a bloody guy. Not Matthew fucking Andrews! Damon covered his face with his hands, groaning aloud again. Why, why, why! He began scavenging his mind for excuses. Zoe wasn’t giving me what I wanted. I had to get it from somewhere. Every guy has the right to have their dick sucked. Damon knew these excuses were of no use. They only made him sound more of an arsehole. They also didn’t explain the fact that he had resorted to another male’s lips to wrap around the end of his cock. Why did I ask Matt in the first place? Damon did his best to be honest with himself. Was he gay, bisexual? What was it about Matt that made him take the plunge? He could hardly say Matt had feminine qualities. The guy had hairs growing on his chest, a deep voice and a huge cock. It didn’t make sense.