Scratch the Matchmaker

by Austin Daniels

  I slowly undressed, leaving my clothes on the bench. I picked up Richard's shirt and folded it, putting it on the bench as well. Dropping to my knees, I understood why the carpet was so heavily padded. I wanted the scene Richard would see when he returned to be perfect. I held my hands behind my back and leaned my head forward and waited.

  It didn't actually take very long for Richard to return, but each minute seemed longer than usual. As he came back down the stairs I heard the sound he made when he saw me kneeling on the floor. I looked up into his eyes, which looked darker in the lighting. He didn't take his eyes from mine as he dropped his shorts and kicked off his sandals. He walked over and standing before me, he tilted my head up with one finger under my chin and said, "Trust."

  I couldn't tell if he was asking or ordering. Either way, the answer was the same. I nodded, noticing he was already lengthening.

  Taking the back of my head in his palm, he slapped the thickening hardness across my face. It was not enough to hurt, just enough to remind me that he was in charge and ready for this. His taking charge helped send me further on my way to my special zone. Then he ordered me to open my mouth.

  I did as he commanded.

  He inserted the head just between my lips. Reaching behind me with the other hand, he took my head firmly into his control and ever so slowly lowered me onto him. The size and the curve of him made it difficult for me to take him very deeply. He hit the back of my throat, which made me want to reach up to help by stroking him, but I knew if he wanted that, it would be ordered. Instead, he pulled me off and up from the floor. Walking me over to the higher of the two benches, he gave me another command. "Lie on the bench on your back, then hang your head over the end."

  I lay across the bench on my back, lowering my head over the edge as he'd ordered. Taking my head into his hands again, Richard once again placed the head into my mouth. This time, the curve matched the curve of my throat. He slowly slid forward. He slid easily, further down my throat. In this position, I could not assist him. I was also at his mercy because I could not pull off.

  He pulled back regularly, testing to make sure I didn't choke on him. Each time he asked me if I was okay. I couldn't really respond. My vision was completely blocked. All I could do was nod. Over the next few minutes he patiently trained me to relax and accept him. In my current state, I wasn't sure I dared not accept him. I felt like he wasn't using me for his own pleasure, but training me to find mine. Each stroke was a little deeper.

  Then something unexpected happened. Richard slid all the way forward. Somehow I'd swallowed him. It had just been a reflex, but when I did it, he slid forward and I realized he was continuing to slide until he was buried deep inside. I was so excited, I wanted to jump up and say, "Did you see what I just did?" At the same time, realizing what he'd just done had the effect of sending me deeper. I was keenly aware that I was unable to move, to respond at all. He began to slide the other way, all the way out to allow me to breathe.

  I took several deep breaths and he tilted my head back into position, sliding once more inside. He reached the back of my throat, and this time I knew to start swallowing. Again he pushed forward and again slid all the way back, faster this time. The feeling of fullness without the choking I'd have expected was amazing. Just knowing he was that deep inside my mouth had me flying. Knowing that once again he was doing something new to me, something I never thought I could do, excited me. Could something like that be meaningful? It seemed so to me. I wanted him to finish this way, but he withdrew and pulled me up from the bench.

  I was dripping with desire. I wanted more. I was becoming a pool of want. I looked into his eyes, and he walked up against me, holding me, keeping me from moving. His lips found mine and his tongue pushed deep inside. My arms went automatically up around his neck. "Can you finish that way?"

  "Yes, but not today. There are too many things to show you."

  He led me to the sling and I eagerly climbed in. Richard fastened my wrists into leather snap bindings that hung from the rear chains and slid my ankles into cuffs designed to hold my legs up, then he pulled me toward him so my ass was jutting forward off the sling.

  He picked up a large container and set it on the small table next to the sling. Slipping off the top, he reached inside, cupping his hand and pulling up a large pool of slimy liquid to show me that the container was filled with lubricant. Rubbing it across his hand, he reached down and began to massage my entrance. "You want this, don't you?"

  I nodded to him, never taking my eyes off what he was doing.

  I wanted him in. I wanted him now. I could feel the room begin to dim as my eyes went to half-mast. I was sinking. His finger was sliding inside of me and his eyes were staring first at my eyes, then at what he was doing to me. "Trust me?" he half-asked and half-ordered.

  I nodded. He withdrew his hand and leaned forward, running his length along the cleft before him. Then stepping back, he reached down to guide the head across me, teasing me over and over. I looked away from his eyes just enough to see him direct his hand back into the slimy bucket and back, carrying with it enough of the thick liquid to completely cover his length. Leaning forward, he ran his hand over me, sending the warm wet sensation through me. Oddly, I felt the jolt of it down the length of me into my interior, which he was once again stimulating with his other hand, deeper this time. Sliding his hand from side to side he prepared me. In a fluid motion, he removed his hand replacing it with the bulbous head. Then he slid slowly forward.

  There was no pain. With Richard, there was never pain. He slid closer and deeper without stopping. He thrust forward until he made body contact, then he leaned forward, grabbing the leather straps of the sling and pulled me toward him to make sure he was as deep as he could be.

  He stayed that way, not moving, letting my body adjust. "Please," I whispered, knowing I shouldn't speak, but wanting it so badly that I couldn't remain silent.

  I noticed the netting holding me in place kept his body at a distance from me. He couldn't reach up under my shoulders and pull because he was standing. He couldn't bury his tongue in my mouth or nuzzle along my neck. I couldn't feel his carpet of fur run across my body. This was exciting because it was a new experience to have with Richard, but I needed to feel him engulfing me. This was an instrument best designed for playing with the toys. My man was in front of me, sliding into me, but I couldn't feel his passion.

  Richard seemed to feel my thoughts. "This is wrong," he offered. Reaching up, he unsnapped the bindings around my wrists, slowly pulled out of me, and lowered my ankles from the loops that held them. Once my legs were released, I began to fall forward because he had pulled me forward in the sling, which otherwise would have held me. Catching me before I started down, he helped me to the floor. He walked me over to the padded bench, moving the clothes I'd stacked there earlier. He sat me down and leaned me back.

  Because it was so much lower, he was able to raise my legs up over his shoulders as he sat momentarily on the end. Leaning forward, he rolled me back and thrust into me once again. This time he thrust forward in a faster, smoother movement. Once deep inside, he leaned forward further. I could feel his body sliding back and forth against me. I raised my arms around his neck and our lips met.

  A moment later, Richard sat back saying, "Nope, this isn't right either." Sliding out of me once again, he stood and lifted me off the bench and onto the heavily padded floor. Seconds later, my legs were up around his shoulders and his chest was sliding across mine. He caressed me, pulling me onto him, and whispered, "This is right."

  I had to agree. I sank once again into another place, sucking his tongue into my throat.

  Taking his tongue from my mouth, he whispered, "This is so much better."

  I dared to speak. "Hard. Please do it hard."

  "I'll never last," he warned.

  "I need to feel it hard."

  He leaned back, and staring deeply into my soul, he began to pound. He pulled me hard onto him, pressing every ou
nce of himself deep inside. Faster and faster he slammed into me, slapping against me over and over. White hot spurts began to paint my hairless chest. I was surprised, but unable to react. I hadn't expected to cum without being touched. Richard reached down, finishing me off and continuing to pound. He leaned forward, reaching under my shoulders and pressing into the white mess that had accumulated on my stomach, he pushed himself into me harder than ever. A few more deep thrusts and he began to groan. I buried my head into his neck and tasted him, inhaling the scent that was Richard.

  He remained buried inside me, his body weight pinning me down against the floor. "I love you," he whispered.

  It was the first time he'd ever used those words. "I love you too," I said. "More than you could ever know."

  We lay there a moment, until we heard a scratch at the door upstairs. I could see the little shadow underneath blocking the light. "Don't you move." Richard slid out and headed upstairs, opening the door. "Looks like he figured out the doggie door!" he said.

  Scratch ran down the stairs, and Richard stopped him. Richard carried him back up into the kitchen. From the stairway, he repeated his last order to me: "Don't move."

  I was still covered with the remains of what wasn't now sticking to Richard's chest hair. Richard soon returned without Scratch. Reaching down and taking my hand, he sat me up on the bench and sat next to me. Taking a warm, wet cloth he'd retrieved from upstairs, he slowly and patiently started to clean me. "Rest a moment. I know you want to jump up and head to the shower, but don't do that for a minute. In the future, I want you to wait wherever you are for my instruction. I will always let you rise as clean as you were when you lay down. In the process, you will always have an opportunity to rest."

  "Why?"

  "I want you to get used to taking a few minutes afterward—besides, I like holding you."

  Chapter Seventeen

  The next morning, I left Richard's house and went back to my apartment to clean up for the big meeting at Johnny's house. It wasn't every day I'd meet Johnny's new partner. Logan was busy. Even though he was invited, I left Scratch at Richard's house because I still hadn't installed a doggie door at my place. Now there was little need for that since Richard's place already had one.

  Once that was taken care of, I headed over to Johnny's. Pulling up alongside the house, I could see Finch was already parked out front. Robin appeared to be arriving late.

  Johnny opened the front door as I was walking toward it. He looked around outside the door for other cars that might be arriving. Seeing none, he ushered me inside. I'd seen Johnny nervous before, but today he looked absolutely terrified. As he directed me to the kitchen I said, "Johnny, it's going to be okay, really."

  "Tell that to my heart." He said. "It's pounding."

  As I entered the kitchen, I could see Mr. Diego making last minute touches on trays of hors d'oeuvres. "Jay, I believe you already know Devron."

  "Yes, Devron and I are familiar with one another," I said, walking around the counter to offer him my hand.

  Devron started mixing drinks. It was a little early in the day for alcohol, and from what I could tell he was definitely mixing what looked like strong drinks. Robin arrived shortly thereafter, and this scene repeated itself. Lining the countertops in the kitchen were large aluminum pans filled with different items. Apparently they'd had dinner catered. I'd wondered about what we'd be doing. Seeing the food answered all my questions. We were staying in. If I'd have known that, I'd have brought Scratch, I thought.

  Devron turned out to be very nice, and it was obvious from the look in Johnny's eyes that he was completely taken with Devron. I'd never seen that look on his face, and it brought joy to me to see it now. All those years growing up when I was living with my mom, I'd seen something that looked a lot more like tolerance. Never had I seen Johnny look so happy. He'd saved those looks for the occasions when he was proud of one of us. I'd seen it at graduations and award ceremonies, but never like this.

  After Robin arrived, Johnny called us to order. "Attention, everyone!" I turned to see Johnny standing with a drink in his hand and his arm wrapped around Devron. It was looking like I was going to have to get used to calling him Devron. We all stopped what we were doing and the room fell silent. "Most of you have never met Devron. He is the landlord where Jay lives. I met him when Jay moved in, and later when he got Scratch, I got to know him a little better. A few days ago, Devron agreed to marry me . I just want you all to know that I have never been happier."

  "Well, now I feel bad about not bringing my new boyfriend, Raymond," said Robin. "The next time we do this, everyone should bring our boyfriends." Then he looked up at me and said, "Jay, do you have anyone to introduce?"

  "Yes! Thank you for asking." Facing my family, I announced proudly, "Your brother has finally fallen in love! His name is Richard and he's… perfect. I would have loved to bring him, but he had to go to Phoenix."

  Finch then told everyone about Logan and explained that it was indeed the same Logan I hung out with all the time.

  Robin suggested that we all get together to spend an evening getting to know our new partners.

  The rest of the day went beautifully. Everyone seemed to think it was wonderful, and it gave us all some time to get to know Devron on a more personal level.

  Later into the meal, Robin waved to get everyone's attention. "Just out of curiosity, how long has everyone been seeing their significant others?"

  Finch was first to respond. "Logan and I have been dating about two days less than Jay and Richard. How about you, Robin?"

  "Well, Raymond, asked me out the night we took Johnny to dinner. We all met around the same time…"

  While everyone else was talking about how they met their current boyfriends, I took the opportunity to talk to Finch. "Logan told me what you said about growing up. I never thought about what it might have been like for a little boy to lose his parents to two babies. You told me you were an asshole, but the more I think about it, the more it hurts me to think of what we did to your life just by being. Most families have a child. You could have handled a child. But baby twins must have left you almost alone. I'm sorry for thinking you were less than you obviously are. It must have taken a lot of strength to carry on alone. I want you to know I really do want us to put this back together."

  Finch took me in his arms once again and gave me a huge bear hug. I could see Robin stop whatever he was doing and look. Finch and I actually touching was something that didn't happen. This was such an odd event for our family, it seemed to take everyone's breath away. The Jay vs Finch era was officially over. I buried my head in Finch's shoulder and enjoyed the closeness. It was something I almost seemed to remember from long ago. Our embrace lasted a moment longer than might be expected while we both dealt with it. When I broke away, he began wiping tears from his face. Seeing his tears made me realize what an asshole of a baby brother I'd been. That stops now, I thought.

  The rest of the afternoon passed quickly. I was anxious to get back to Richard's. I hadn't told my family of my plans to move in with him. I thought maybe we should tell them together. I knew that Johnny would be thrilled. No more rent for him to pay. At the same time, Devron might be upset. No more rent for him to receive. It didn't seem like a good time to bring it up.

  I hurried home and checked my messages, but found nothing. It was still early so I picked up the apartment a little just to pass the time, but found my time alone was not something I was enjoying. Finally, I lay on the couch, taking Scratch in my arms and hoping maybe I would go to sleep to shorten the wait. It wasn't long before I determined that a nap wasn't happening. When it got to be around 6:00 without a call, I started to grow frantic. It wasn't like Richard not to call. Calling had even been one of his rules!

  I sent him a text on my phone and waited. I sat there for ten minutes waiting, but there was no reply. Richard and I were all about honesty. Sitting and worrying isn't my style, and it's not what I thought Richard would want. I picked up the pho
ne again and dialed his number. The call went straight to voicemail. I grabbed Scratch, pocketed the phone, grabbed my keys, and headed for the car.

  When I got to Richard's house, everything looked normal. I walked up and rang the doorbell. I didn't have a key yet. Richard's motorcycle was nowhere to be seen.

  I went to my car and wrote a note on a pad I keep in my glove compartment. It read: "Richard, you seem to have disappeared. I called, but it went to voicemail. Please call. Jay." I folded it tightly and left it in the door.

  Right across the street in the park there was a picnic table. Scratch and I went over there and sat watching the door. It was now 7:00. We sat at that bench watching the house for another two hours. People came and went as it got dark. A nice old lady came and talked to Scratch like he was a little baby. Before long, a portly old man walking by with a cane stopped to pat Scratch on the head. A few minutes later they walked off together. I noticed, but it didn't make me happy for them.

  At 10:00, Scratch and I arrived home. There were no messages on the land line. I headed to my computer. No emails outside of junk. No text messages. Something was terribly wrong.

  *~*~*

  The next morning, I had classes. When my classes were over, I headed home and once again found no messages. I called Logan.

  "Logan, something is terribly wrong. Yesterday I got home and called Richard, and it went to voicemail without even ringing. His phone's been off all day. He isn't home. I drove by after my classes and the note I shoved in the front door yesterday is still there."

  Logan was speechless at first. I waited. Finally, he said, "Any idea where he'd be?"

  "He went into Phoenix while I went over to Johnny's yesterday." I was almost crying into the phone. I swallowed hard, trying to pull myself together. "The thing is… I don't think he ever came back."