by Zane Menzy
“What are you doing?” Matt asked, laughing.
Damon spat on his fingers then pressed them between Matt’s cheeks, wetting his hole. “Giving you the breakfast of champions you like so much.”
Matt’s body tensed. “What about a—”
“Do you want it or not?” Damon growled.
Matt didn’t say anything.
Damon spat on his fingers again, rubbing more spit onto Matt’s quivering hole. He repeated the question, “So do you want my cum inside you or not?”
“I want it,” Matt whispered in reply.
“I thought that would be your answer.” Damon squeezed his cock between Matt’s cheeks, grunting as he forced his way inside, bringing out a pained yelp from the boy with such a tight arsehole.
“Fuck, man,” Matt gasped.
“You’re safe with me, babe. Remember?” Damon’s voice soothed, hoping to calm him down. He wrapped an arm around Matt’s chest, holding him close as he guided the rest of his cock inside Matt’s suffocating hole. The dark-haired peaker kid was still way too tight to be fucked with any real ease—his arse full of friction.
Matt snapped his teeth, hissing.
“Hold on, babe, just trust me” Damon whispered, kissing Matt’s bare shoulder.
“I trust you,” Matt panted. Pained sighs escaped his lips, but he stayed held in the tight embrace, letting Damon drill his arse and loosen his hole.
Damon was only halfway in; he slurped back a ball of spit, spraying it onto his fingers to wet the exposed part of his shaft. With his dick gooey with spit, Damon pulled back an inch before surging in with brutal force, this time sliding all the way in.
“Ahh fuck,” Matt whimpered.
Damon kissed Matt on the neck. “Shush, it’s okay. I’m in you now.” He brought his other arm up, wrapping Matt in a hug. He continued to kiss Matt’s neck—his way of apologising for the hurt he had caused on his way in. “Are you okay, babe?”
Matt nodded and coughed up a feeble laugh. “Yep. I’m made of tough stuff.”
“I can tell.” Damon slid his tongue up Matt’s neck and began nuzzling on his earlobe, biting and licking.
Matt groaned in pleasure, seeming to enjoy the affection. He grabbed hold of Damon’s hands and laced their fingers together.
Damon perched his chin on Matt’s shoulder, chucking his sight down Matt’s naked body. He eyed the hairs on Matt’s chest, fascinated by the manliness the boy exuded. Damon dropped his gaze lower, admiring Matt’s big dick, dangling semi-erect.
“I love having you inside me,” Matt said, he pushed his arse back, hungry to be fed more.
“Yeah?” Damon muttered. He lowered his hand, gripped hold of Matt’s dick and began to slowly tug.
Matt gasped. “Aha… it feels really fucking good.”
Damon bit down on Matt’s shoulder, emitting a sexual growl. “What feels so good? My cock or me playing with yours?” Damon pulled back an inch then fed Matt a quick pump.
Matt’s body jerked. “bo-bo-both”
Now that Matt was lost in the middle of bliss Damon got to work, withdrawing his cock to crash back inside Matt’s arse. He pulled Matt’s bare body into him, smelling his naked scent. Damon’s hand kept tugging slowly on Matt’s cock, the boy’s pubes tickling his fingers. He grinded his cock inside Matt’s arse on slight angles, doing his best to loosen him up. It felt fucking amazing being inside him like this, knowing he was about to fill Matt up. Damon’s balls were welling up with a volume of cum even large for his generous cumshots. He upped his rhythm, fucking harder, fucking wildly.
Matt’s head bobbed around, his voice spluttering with groans. “Fuck me, Damon. Fuck me,” he heaved between thrusts.
Damon obliged. Keeping his dick ramming at a furious pace. He grunted right in Matt’s ear, “You want my cum, babe? You want it deep inside you?”
“Yes, Damon. Give me your load. I want it all.”
Damon wanked Matt’s cock harder, it was nearly fully erect now, burning hot under his palm. He wondered who would cum first. Me, it has to be me, he reminded himself. Matt was here for Damon’s pleasure, not the other way around. He let go of Matt’s cock, grabbing him by the hips to hammer home his own orgasm. Damon felt his body leaking with sweat, perspiring a vehemently virile sexual energy. The sound of his pelvis slapping Matt’s arse became a horny beat. He was sure he had never fucked anyone this hard before in his entire life. He was determined to leave Matt’s hole so battered that the boy would need a cushion to sit on. Damon’s voice crept up an octave, “I’m nearly there, babe.”
“Okay,” Matt huffed, he started to lean forward, obviously thinking Damon was all talk and that he wasn’t going to cum inside him.
Damon reeled him back. “Where do you think you’re going?” He didn’t wait for an answer, he wrapped his arms around Matt’s chest, locking him in place for his cocks delivery. Matt didn’t struggle. Damon felt his balls trigger with an orgasm. He fired one last hard fuck as his voice exploded with a groan, “Fuuuuuck!” He dropped his chin on Matt’s shoulder, his body shaking as his cock erupted inside Matt’s clenched arsehole. Damon’s dick spasmed, spewing out streams of spunk, deep inside his obedient fuck. His cock just kept jerking, pouring out seed, not resting ‘till it was finished emptying.
Heavy breaths transpired between their pressed bodies, fused together from such an invasive fuck. Damon’s naked prick was still wedged inside Matt’s arse, he swallowed a lump in his throat, realising the enormity of what he had just done. Why did I insist on doing that?
He could tell by Matt’s stiff limbs that he too was in shock, probably wondering what the fuck had just happened.
Damon clenched his jaw, placidly withdrawing his cock from Matt’s cum-soaked hole. He tucked his dick away inside his jeans and zipped up. He stared down at the arse he had just conquered for a second time, a shot of sympathy running through his bones for Matt who now had to walk around carrying his sticky mess.
Matt knelt down and began to pick his clothes up, slowly putting his top back on. He looked across at Damon, his eyes begging for some sort of comforting words.
Damon didn’t know what he could say. Thank you didn’t seem enough. He stood silently, waiting for Matt to get dressed.
Matt was the one to break the quietness between them. “I really wasn’t expecting that.”
“Me neither,” Damon said.
Matt nodded. “I could tell.” He rubbed his arsecrack delicately then slipped on his undies. “You really went for gold.”
Damon turned away, too guilty to make eye contact. “Sorry,” he mumbled.
“Don’t be sorry,” Matt said chirpily as he pulled his pants up. “I should have known you would only deliver gold. After all, you were feeding me the breakfast of champions, right?”
Damon laughed, glad for the light-heartedness. “True that. Champions always go for gold.”
Matt sat down to put his shoes on. “They also go hard and deep apparently.” He got up and walked over to stand beside Damon. “Thank you.”
Damon shook his head. “I thought you’d be mad at me.”
“Why would I be mad?”
“For starters, I fucked you way too fucking hard and I didn’t use a…” Damon’s voice trailed off.
“You didn’t do anything I didn’t want or ask for.” Matt tapped Damon on the shoulder. “We’re friends, aren’t we?”
Damon nodded even though he was unsure. “Yeah, definitely.”
“Then don’t worry about it.” Matt leaned in without warning and pressed his lips to Damon’s. He pushed his tongue forward until Damon relented and let him inside, kissing him properly. When Matt had finished exploring Damon’s mouth, he pulled away, staring Damon in the eyes. “You, Damon Harris, are allowed me any way you want me.”
The offering fired off chills in Damon’s body. Matt’s words carried meaning, they packed a weight of truth. The boy’s need for kissing and disregard for his own self-worth worried the now clear-thinking Damon. Th
ank god, Zoe would be back soon. This curious experiment was coming at a high price of guilt. Damon put his poker face on. “Thank you, Matt.” He smiled and ruffled Matt’s shaggy hair. “Shall we head back to the party?”
“I reckon.” Matt walked beside him, heading in the direction of the haybarn.
Damon took a deep breath, composing himself, ready to act normal in front of the other guests. Trying to block out the fact that his dick had just been buried inside another male—the very male walking alongside him, filled with false hope, his arse dribbling drops of Damon’s devious deed.
CHAPTER THIRTY:
Dirty Detail
Matt was naked, clutching the toilet bowl, feeling like he was dying. “Why me,” he moaned. His eyes bulged and his vision prickled from his throat burning pukes.
He had drunk far too much at the party last night and now his body was teaching him a painful lesson. A lesson that came up in the form of bourbon and beer flavoured chunks. His stomach muscles were exhausted and his head thrummed with a dull ache.
Matt spat out the last spits of bile and propped his back against the toilet wall. He looked down at his burned out body; his knees were covered in dirt, his wrist sprawled with faded ink and it felt like his arse was ripped to shreds. He wiped his gooey chin and smiled in the face of his messiness. “Last night was fucking awesome,” he sighed.
It has been awesome, so fucking awesome. Matt’s physical state may have been seedy and low but his mind and spirit were riding high in the clouds.
He had spent an evening socialising, with half of Port Jackson High’s seniors. No one was rude. Everyone had been keen to talk with him. It was like the social hierarchy of school politics didn’t exist. Years of hiding in the shadows had come to an end and Matt felt like he had stepped into the light of the accepted. I’m one of them, finally!
Todd’s presence had been the only downer, but luckily the surly, blond dickhead had bailed early on in the night. Matt couldn’t believe that Damon and Lexi were friends with such a creep. Matt wished that it was he, not Todd, who formed a tight trio with his two favourite people. Don’t forget Jason. Matt revised his wish to include his livewire pal. The awesome foursome is what they would call us!
He had spent most of the evening floating from group to group, discretely eyeing Lexi across the haybarn. She was just as nice as he believed her to be. An angel in every sense. She was the one who had invited him to the party that didn’t require an invite. Throughout the evening, she would come and chat with him, see how he was getting on, making sure he was okay. Matt though, had been doing better than okay.
Two girls made blatant flirty moves on him, one rubbing his arm a little too affectionately while they talked, another called Chloe did the same but she took it a step further by writing her number on his wrist. A number that was now smudged beyond decipherability.
It didn’t matter though; he wasn’t sure if he was even available anyway. He had even felt guilty the way he stared across at Lexi, admiring her deliciousness, not sure if he were allowed such lustful thoughts. Not now that he was sorta-kinda-maybe taken.
Matt let the word roll off his tongue, “Taken.” It felt hot to say. The feeling of belonging to someone, having a purpose. Belonging to Damon, pleasing Damon his purpose.
You’re being crazy, it’s not like your dating. Matt shook his head, shooing away his inner voice of reason. Technically, yes, his inner voice was correct. Him and Damon were not dating. But. But he wouldn’t have done what he did to me last night if he didn’t care, didn’t consider me his… Matt nodded, reinforcing the hopeful view.
Matt could still feel traces of Damon’s love inside him. His arse was still damp and sticky. It had felt strange at first, walking around the party with Damon’s semen shot deep inside. Then it felt sort of sexy, being around other people who didn’t have a clue the secret he shared with the most handsome guy at the party, carrying the evidence within him.
Matt closed his eyes, remembering Damon’s forceful thrusts—thrusts that had left him sore. That wasn’t Damon’s fault, though. It was up to Matt to learn to handle the sex, it was part of the package. He had meant what he said to Damon, that he could have him any way he wanted. Matt just hoped there was a couple days at least before the next round of want…but that too was up to Damon.
Matt rolled his tongue around in his mouth, his flesh getting Goosebumps as he remembered the kisses. He’s so fucking good at kissing. That was Matt’s favourite part of the night. The most magical. It sealed the intimacy between them.
At the end of the night when Damon piled Lexi and Matt into the car, Matt had hoped Damon would drop Lexi off first; letting Matt steal one more kiss on the ride home. It wasn’t to be though. Lexi’s car was still at Damon’s and she was staying the night there.
Damon did, however, walk Matt to the front door while Lexi sat waiting in the car. Matt gave him a drunken hug goodbye, squeezing his lover tight, kissing his neck. Damon had laughed, whispering “None of that, buddy, Lexi might see.” As a discrete consolation, though, he lowered his strong hands and pinched Matt on the bum. “Thanks again for earlier,” he said. On those kind words, Damon had turned around and gone home.
Immediately, Matt had raced inside, stripping out of his clothes and lay on his bed wanking, touching his wet, filled hole. As soon as he had cum—in less than a minute—he fell asleep in his own mess, waking up with the hangover that sent him head first to the toilet where he now rest; broken and happy. Yep, it was an absolutely, positively, fucking-amazeballs night.
∞
Three hours later, after countless Panadol and a greasy burger from the takeaway down the road, Matt was feeling a shit tonne livelier. Certainly, not perfect, but hovering somewhere between fine and I-could-be-better.
He lay wearing just a pair of shorts, stretched out on the couch in the lounge. The television was playing lame cartoon shows which he wasn’t really watching.
He stroked his hand below his knee, feeling the coarseness of his leg hair. Fuck, my legs are hairy, the random thought wasn’t exactly a newsflash, but since his same-sex dabbling he was beginning to notice the subtler differences of his body compared to other men. Specifically, Damon.
Matt certainly had hairier legs than Damon, not to mention more hair sprouting on his chest. Also, Matt’s cock was bigger than Damon’s, a detail he considered a win, albeit one he would never rub in Damon’s face.
Matt ran his hand up his other leg, grazing his masculine terrain. The maleness of the touch made his mind leap straight to Damon fucking him—for the millionth time that day. He let his hand continue up the leg hole of his shorts, carrying on up to his underwear. Matt inhaled, slipping his fingers under the fabric, reaching under his saggy balls ‘till he reached his tender hole. It’s still fucking sore.
He tapped his finger gently around the entrance, adamant it felt more open. He wondered if it would ever feel the same again. Matt closed his eyes, licked his lips and prodded the edge of his hole with a careful finger. He contemplated slipping his finger right inside, feeling Damon’s damage. Before he could even decide if he should take the pinky plunge, footsteps came slamming up the front stairs.
Matt whisked his hand out from his shorts, he sat up, grabbing his t-shirt from the floor and quickly chucked it on.
“Knock, knock,” Jason’s familiar voice bellowed.
“In the lounge,” Matt yelled back. He heard the door swing open and two sets of footprints approach. What the fuck?
Matt ran a hand through his hair, smoothing out his fringe. He looked up and saw Jason strut into the lounge carrying a small bag over his shoulder, following right behind him was the infamous Wild Bill. William Jenkins!
Will looked just how Matt remembered him; A stockier version of Todd with thicker lips and a bigger nose. Still a good-looking guy but not owning the same level of blond studliness as his arsehole little brother. Matt stood up from the couch, nervous at having an unfamiliar guest.
“Matty Pie.
This is Will,” Jason said before turning to face his boyfriend. “Will, this is Matty Pie.”
Will stepped forward, politely extending his hand. “Nice to meet you, Matty Pie.” He laughed at the term of endearment.
Matt shook Will’s hand. “Same to you.”
Will looked at him, studying his face. “I think I remember you from school, but I’m not too sure.”
Jason made himself at home, sitting down on the couch where Matt had been sitting. “You probably don’t remember my bestie here because he was about twice the size back then and spoke in hippo.”
Matt laughed. “Gee, thanks.”
Jason waved a hand in the air. “Just calling it how it was, girl.”
“Boy,” Matt shot back.
“Wait a minute,” Will said, his voice fading in surprise. “I do remember you!” His eyes lit up in acknowledgement. “You were the…” He was too polite to finish his sentence.
“I think the words you are looking for are the weird fat kid,” Jason said curtly.
Will went and sat next to Jason on the couch. “You can hardly call him any of that anymore and he wasn’t that fat.” He scanned Matt’s slim appearance. “Seriously, you’ve really grown into a good-looking guy, Matt.”
“Keep it in your pants, William,” Jason joked, slapping Will’s knee. “And, trust me. Matty Pie is still plenty fucking weird.”
“Such a good friend you are, Jason,” Matt groaned. “Did either of you want a coffee or water?”
“Where’s the real drinks at?” Jason whined.
“No booze in the house I’m afraid and considering how hung over I am today it will be years before I buy any.”
“Big night, was it?” Will asked, grinning.
“You could say that,” Matt said. “Water, coffee?”
“Water for me thanks, Matty Pie,” Jason answered.
“Nothing for me, Matt. I’m actually just dropping this one off here with you. I’m on my way to go pick up my brother and go fishing.”