by Zane Menzy
Damon was scared to let his mind wander and explore the reasons but he forced himself to. I guess he isn’t ugly. Nice pale skin with sleepy blue eyes and he does have sexy fucking lips. Matt had an understated charm through his polite demeanour and wasn’t bad-looking. Damon closed his eyes, remembering Matt’s naked body, blushing as he admitted to himself, Okay, he’s actually very good-looking… for a guy.
This gay observation offered a nugget of insight. Matt doesn’t think of himself as good-looking, though. And I like that. Damon took a breath, acknowledging the fact.
It was true. He liked how Matt seemed clueless to how good he was. Not because he wanted Matt to have low self-esteem, but because he wanted to be the one to show him how great he truly was. Each time he had offered Matt a compliment, Damon loved seeing the boy’s face glow. There was something special in helping a person realise their own potential.
But is that the only reason? I fucked him because I wanted him to know how good he was? The guilt gnawed at him again, stabbing his chest. If he had wanted Matt to know how good he was, then he wouldn’t have just fucked him like a cheap whore and walked out. He takes whatever I give him. Never says no. He would have let me fuck him without the condom if I’d asked. Fill his arse up ‘till he was leaking out my cum. Damon’s dick stirred to life under the sheets, another reason being given away for the twisted attraction.
Matt was a fucking idiot for how trusting he was. The boy was obedient to a fault. Obedience that Damon had taken full advantage of. It was this blind trust that had become a turn on. He is straight but is willing to suck my cock and even let me fuck him! Knowing that Matt was into girls somehow added to the hotness of what Damon had done to him. Here was a straight guy, so fucking enamoured with Damon, that he would suck dick and take it up the arse—all in a desperate need to please.
Well, he used to be straight at least. Damon’s lip curled in an arrogant smile. It was flattering the way Matt had gone from reluctant dick sucker to begging to be fucked on all fours. Damon had ignored the are we boyfriends question.
Matt’s sexy voice had asked so sweet and innocently, his obliviousness to the situation made it sort of beautiful… and sad. It was even sadder the response he had been given. An answer Damon gave through actions, not words—fucking Matt like he was a cheap slut whose sole purpose was to be a personal cum dump.
Damon cringed. I really am a horrible person. He lifted his sheets, looking down at his naked body, honing in on his semi-erect cock. Damon shuddered, remembering where it had delved only hours earlier. Balls deep inside another bloke’s arsehole.
Zoe was back from her holiday in a couple of days and Damon would have to pretend like none of this ever happened. He grabbed hold of his cock and started to stroke himself, planning to start the day how he did every morning.
He closed his eyes, thinking of Zoe in bed with him, her smooth, soft skin and bouncy breasts pressed against him. Damon decided he didn’t care that she was only after sweet, cuddly sex. All that matters is that I am doing it with her. He tugged away, gripping his cock like he was holding on tight to his heterosexuality, never wanting to let it go.
Lost deep in lustful thoughts for Zoe, a rattling noise pierced his senses, ripping his focus back to reality.
Damon let go of himself, sitting up in bed, alert. “What the fuck was that,” he said aloud.
Then another ghastly clattering filled the morning air. Fucking Binky will be in the trash cans again, he thought.
That theory was quickly broken when Damon heard thudding footsteps pounding down the driveway. Damon immediately hurled himself out of bed, running naked to his window. He didn’t get there in time to see the perpetrator but he heard the slamming of a car door and an engine revving. He looked out the window and saw a familiar, unwanted mess smeared across the driveway.
“Fucking bastards,” Damon muttered. He shook his head at the dirty marks of shit staining the driveway.
Who the hell had the audacity to shit on a front yard in broad daylight? This was just fucking crazy. Just before he was about to cast the culprit as a middle-aged, obese man with explosive bowels, Damon saw something that added a piece to the poop puzzle.
He chucked on a pair of shorts, going commando styles, not bothering with underwear. Racing out of his room, shirtless, Damon sprinted down the stairs and saw Jenna in the kitchen. “Didn’t you just hear that?” Damon squawked as he whizzed past his mother.
Jenna looked oblivious to the sneak attack that had just struck their front yard. He didn’t wait for her to respond, his feet carried him outside to the sunny morning and the stinky mess. Damon stepped around the shitty filth and walked over to what he had spotted from his window.
There it was, a scrunched up, saturated nappy. “They’ve been using baby shit!” Damon declared. “Motherfuckers.” He squeezed his hands into tight balls of angry flesh, shaking with rage.
Jenna appeared on the doorstep. “Not again,” she muttered.
Damon scowled at her. “How could you not hear them? They knocked over the rubbish bin. It made a hell of a racket.” He pointed over at the upturned rubbish bin.
Jenna shook her head; her face a cold, emotionless portrait.
Damon’s father appeared standing on the doorstep in his morning robe. “My goodness. I thought I could hear a commotion going on.” He shook his head in disgust when he saw the latest mess. He placed a cautious hand on Jenna’s shoulder. “Maybe it’s time we call the police?”
“What? And bring more attention to this embarrassment,” Jenna snapped. “No. It will just be some idiot kids playing a prank. They’ll grow tired of it sooner or later.”
Damon’s thoughts drifted back to the note tucked under his bed. He kept staring at his mother, analysing her expression.
Jenna was not someone people could read with ease, but if anyone could, it was Damon. He ran a hand through his hair, looking away, afraid she could tell what he was thinking. You’re fucking hiding something! You know who this prick is.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN:
Sexual Opportunists
Matt had spent the morning sprawled in his bed, reluctant to leave the scene of the previous night’s lovemaking. After Damon left, he had sat in the lounge, drowning his overactive mind with the rest of the remaining cans of beer.
Once Matt guzzled every drip of alcohol, he had carried himself on wobbly legs to bed. Matt had covered his face in the sweaty sheets that smelled of sex, giving his nose a good whiff of the scent him and Damon had created.
As he had drifted off to sleep, Matt’s arse still swelled with a feeling of fullness, tricking his mind into thinking Damon was still there, buried inside him.
When it got to lunch time the afternoon sun was beating down on the house with savage heat, roasting his pokey bedroom to baking temperature.
Giving into the heat, Matt slid out of bed, leaving the scene of last night’s initiation. He smiled to himself as he stumbled down the hall towards the shower. I’m not the same as yesterday, he thought. I’m a different person now. A man.
A moment’s hesitation gripped Matt’s hand before he turned the shower on. He wasn’t sure he wanted to wash Damon’s sweat off his back just yet. He wanted to savour it, let Damon soak into his skin a bit more. Matt giggled to himself, embarrassed to feel so needy for his first. He sighed, turning the handle of the shower on. Maybe Damon would come back tonight, give Matt some more of himself?
Matt patted his buttocks, delicately stroking a finger along his crack, rubbing his tender hole which had taken such a brutal invasion.
It had hurt. It had hurt a lot. But the pain had been worth it—hearing Damon gasp in orgasm, his body collapsing atop of Matt’s back, feeling his cock twitching inside. Each detail was etched into Matt’s brain, a permanent reminder of the lustful happiness his body had gifted his new friend.
Matt stepped under the running water of the shower, knowing he would gladly give himself to Damon again. He just wished they could have kissed li
ke lovers ought to. That would have added a million times to the experience.
Matt didn’t care what the events of last night made him. Admittedly, when Damon had first left, Matt was in a state of shock. Unsure how to handle the importance of what had just transpired. But as he sat alone, drinking, a feeling of pride had crept through him.
Why be ashamed of what they had done? There was no point in that. People could judge all they fucking liked for all he cared, they weren’t in his shoes. They hadn’t lost their virginity to the coolest, best-looking guy in town. How could they judge something they hadn’t felt? They couldn’t.
Matt had done something that—if found out—would forever cement him in social exclusion in the snobby town. Yet, being pinned underneath Damon’s body was the most accepted he had felt in his whole life. His lover’s company had made him happy, their merging of bodies, safe.
He still had not cum since Damon denied him the chance to toss off. Matt used all his strength to hold off releasing a load in the shower. He wanted to keep as much of this thrill inside him for as long as possible. Perhaps Damon would reward him the next visit? It would be an absolute honour to cum together, Matt thought.
When he had finished rinsing his body clean, Matt got out of the shower. He towelled his body down, thinking to himself what he could do with the rest of his day.
Fuck all, was the likely scenario.
He prayed Damon would come back tonight, light up his world again. If Matt had his way, he would walk straight to Damon’s now and just hang out, spend the afternoon together on a couch, talking, getting to know each other better.
Everybody’s an addict for something, Matt thought. His addiction just happened to be Damon Harris. The guy was a drink that Matt would always want in his cup.
Anything Damon wanted, then he could have it. He could have it all. Massages, foot rubs, kisses, hugs, blowjobs, fucking. Damon Harris was entitled to any and everything. Even my heart, Matt blushed at the thought, his stomach somersaulting with butterflies. Maybe Damon already had it?
∞
The day slipped by as Matt had suspected. A complete schedule of sweet fuck all. As much as he would have loved to visit Damon, he didn’t feel brave enough to just swing by unannounced.
The day wasn’t a complete waste though. He had put his boundless energy from his giddy high to good use and tidied up the yard. Matt hauled the mower out from the garden shed, yanked its chord, blaring it into life.
It was bloody hard work, pushing the crappy old thing through the jungle of lawn, but it felt good being productive. With his confidence running at a new high, he even stripped his shirt off, pushing the mower around the front lawn, exposing his pale sexually active torso.
Normally, Matt would have cringed at the idea of showing his body to the world. Not now. Damon’s compliments had made him understand his body was worth displaying and sharing with the world—visually at least. Only Damon was allowed it the other ways.
As he was emptying the last catcher full of grass clippings a voice called out to him from the footpath, “Are you feeling alright?”
He looked up and saw Jason walking down the driveway, smiling in awe at the freshly mowed lawn. Matt ran a hand through his sweat dripping hair. “I’m feeling fan-fucking-tastic. What about you?”
“I’m great,” Jason said, he kept looking around at the transformed yard. “Shit, I nearly kept walking past not thinking this was your house.” He reached a hand out, brushing matt’s shoulder. “Oh my god, Matty Pie, you’re even walking around shirtless. How positively butch of you.” Jason giggled.
“Yeah, I figured it was time I get a tan.” Matt walked back to the mower, attaching the catcher.
Jason snorted. “Matty darling. YOU, could never get a tan.”
“Piss off.” Matt chuckled. “What do you call this?” Matt pointed to his arms that had a faint red tinge.
“I’m not an expert but I would call that sunburn, and in three days I will be calling it peeling skin and in twenty years’ melanoma.” Jason shook his finger, disapprovingly. “Silly. You of all people should put sunblock on.”
Matt rolled his eyes. “Did you want a drink?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
They walked up the stairs, heading inside the house. The shade of the indoors was a relief to Matt’s sweaty, burned body. He led them to the kitchen and opened the fridge. He hovered his head inside, enjoying the cool air. He pulled his head back remembering he had downed all the beer. “I don’t have any beer left, sorry.”
“That’s okay,” Jason said. “A water will be fine.”
“Coming right up.” Matt went and grabbed them each a tall glass of water. He handed Jason his tap poured refreshment as they sat down at the kitchen table.
“So, how was your night last night?” Jason’s eyebrows shot up. “Was she any good?”
Matt gulped down a mouthful of water buying himself some time to respond. Jason had seen through his charade yesterday of pretending to be asking oral sex advice on behalf of a fictitious girl from the dating hotlines. Matt put his glass down on the table and smiled. “Yeah, she was awesome.” He laughed.
Jason nodded thoughtfully. “I’m glad. High time you got some action from a pretty girl.” He ran his finger around the rim of his glass before staring Matt in the eyes. “She was pretty wasn’t she?”
“Definitely,” Matt said, trying to hold back a smirk from his friend pussyfooting around the topic.
Jason took a deep breath. “So how big was her cock?”
Matt choked on a laugh. His face immediately flushed with red.
Jason joined in with the laughter. “Well, come on, Matty Pie. We both know it wasn’t a girl you had around here last night.”
Matt scratched his chin, still laughing. He was so filled with excited nerves that he was dying to share the excitement with someone. Maybe it would help release the pressure building in his body. He licked his lips, stalling.
Jason shook his head, looking impatient. “Sheesh, if you can’t tell me the truth, then who can you tell?”
“Okay. Yes, it was a guy who came round last night,” Matt confessed.
Jason leant forward on his elbows, excited by the news. “I knew it!” He put his hand up, insisting Matt give him a high five. Matt awkwardly raised his hand, slapping Jason’s palm. “So, spill. What’s he like?”
Matt smiled, letting his happiness shine. “He’s perfect. Just… perfect.” He blushed again.
Jason leant back in his chair. “You sound quite smitten with this mystery man.”
“Yeah. There’s something about him.”
“There must be for you to fuck on the first date,” Jason said, casting an accusing glare.
Matt’s mouth dropped open. “What?” He shook his head. “We… we didn’t do that.”
Jason rolled his eyes. “Codswallop. I saw the condom on the floor in your bedroom when we walked past.” He sniggered. “I guess somebody’s not a virgin anymore.”
Fuck my life! Matt had totally forgotten about the condom. He had hoped to at least keep that part of the evening private.
Jason didn’t wait for an answer. “I’m not saying I’m shocked or anything, but I am surprised.” He looked at Matt with wide eyes. “You’re just so… so straight.” Jason shook his head, struggling to believe in Matt’s same-sex adventure.
“How do you think I feel? I had no idea either.” He paused, gathering his thoughts. “Honestly, I don’t know if I am that way but this person just makes me feel good ya know. Really fucking good.”
Jason reached out and patted Matt’s hand. “Well, I’m glad. It’s about time you had someone who made you feel good. Aside from me of course.” Jason winked at him. “So, other than making you feel good what else can you tell me about your mystery man?”
Matt nibbled on his lip, unsure how much to give away. Just before he was about to divulge more than he should, he remembered the gossip Damon had shared with him; the truth of who Wild
Bill was. Matt suddenly felt annoyed that Jason would want details when he had been so cagey with sharing his own. “Well, how about I tell you who he is when you tell me who your guy is?”
Jason frowned. “What do you mean? I’ve told you about Bill. He works in IT and is gorgeous and is moving to Sydney. Enough said.”
Jason’s shield of bullshit was irritating. Matt took a breath then launched a minor attack, “I just shared with you the most personal fucking thing about me… I slept with a dude. That was a big deal ya know. Not to mention I told you about my mum when she left with Stephanie.”
“What’s your point,” Jason snapped.
“For starters, why haven’t you introduced me to Bill yet? You introduced him to your work friends. Why are they good enough but not me?” Matt scowled, letting his hurt feelings show.
“Oh, Matty Pie. It’s not like that,” Jason said soothingly. “It’s… well, you must admit that you are super shy and would probably struggle to strike up a conversation with someone you don’t know.”
“Bullshit,” Matt muttered under his breath.
“It’s true. You are shy and I honestly didn’t think you really wanted to meet him. You’ve never wanted to meet anyone else I’ve dated.”
“Yeah, but all the others you didn’t see more than twice.”
Jason groaned. “Why are you busting my rainbow balls on this one, Matty Pie?”
“Because I thought I was your friend. I trust you with my stuff but you obviously don’t trust me enough to tell me that your dating William Jenkins.”
Jason crossed his legs and started shaking his foot. “How do you know that?”
“I just do,” Matt said defensively.
Jason let out a vexed breath. “No, Maty. Tell me HOW do you know who he is?”