"Melrose Place" belongs to Aaron Spelling. This is only fiction and not any indication of the sexual leanings of the actors involved. Avoid the story if you are not interested in sex between men, or if you are not 18 or older.
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Damn, that ass.
Matt had the day off and he was planning on relaxing, but every time he looked out the window of his Melrose Place apartment building, he saw Jake, one of his neighbors, repairing his bike. Jake had been out there for hours. Jake, being Jake, wore blue jeans which fit him like a glove and showed off a muscular set of buttocks which would've turned Matt into a man-lover if he was not already one. Everything about Jake was appealing, from his gruff personality to his stormy brown eyes to his cragged features and shaggy brown hair, but that ass was what really drove Matt to distraction. Matt knew he wasn't going to relax with this thick seven inches packed between his legs, so he decided to take a swim.
There were few people at the apartment complex that day, so he decided to be bold and wear his new purple Speedo that he got as a gag gift from his new friend and fuck buddy, Ty. Ty had recently been in town to be a best man at a friend's wedding and he and Matt had had some much-needed lovemaking in the days before Ty's departure. Ty had given him a pair of purple Speedos as a joke, due to their belief only gay men wear Speedos and that they're the last thing you wear when wanting to fit in with the straight men they both seemed to constantly have to deal with. To his surprise, Matt looked pretty damn good in the Speedo, as the flimsy dick and balls holder highlighted his strong thighs, nice sized bulge, and firm buns. So he decided to finally wear them outside on a day when no one was around.
He casually walked towards the pool, sauntering, yet not being flagrant. As he dove into the cold water, he noticed Jake had been watching him. Jake always seemed to be able to look through a person. So intense he was. Maybe because of his rough trade background. Hmm...
"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!"
Matt's thoughts were ineruppted as the sound of profanity and a wrench hitting concrete were all he heard. Jake had cut his hand. Matt, the medical student, let his instincts take over and rushed out of the pool, taking Jake to his apartment, bandaging and doctoring the cut.
"It's not too bad, Jake, but be more careful."
"You think I don't know that???" Jake snapped at him.
Jake looked so lost, maybe because he never seemed to find any true love and women often used him as nothing but a sex toy. Maybe because he took everything so seriously. Either way, Matt was falling more and more into Jake's spell by the minute, and he was happy to have a towel covering his hardening cock.
"S-Sorry..." Jake sputtered. He didn't seem to know what he was saying or where he was.
Matt decided to help fix the problem.
"You've been in the sun too long, Jake. Go lay down on my bed. No, I insist."
Matt was tempted to help Jake take off his clothes, but decided that was too much like a gay porn movie. Jake was not a stupid man, very street-smart, and if Matt made anything near a pass at him, he'd probably lose some teeth.
While Jake stripped, Matt took a shower, washing all the chlorine off his body. He glanced at himself in the mirror before stepping into the shower, glad to see his recent decision to help fine tune his body had paid off. His dark blonde hair led off into an angelic face and a tall, toned body. He finally had that six-pack he'd always been skirting around, and his bouncing shaft clearly appreciated the results.
Matt jumped in the shower, washing his body with the scented shampoo, debating whether or not to jerk off or save it for some sex later on. As he pondered, he unconsciously slid a few slick fingers into his hungry hole. Apparently he was going to jerk off whether he wanted to or not...
"UGH!!"
Masturbation has to come after a patient in need. Jake's moans sent Matt scurrying out of the shower and into his bedroom. He worried Jake had injured himself. Instead, Jake was in some sexual slumber, sliding his impressive erection up and down Matt's bedsheets while his meaty ass bobbed up and down in time with the thrusts.
Matt knew he should wake Jake up, but fuck it all, how much of a saint was he supposed to be?
Before he fully processed what he was doing, Matt slid under the covers with Jake, and began the process of going down on Jake. All in all he counted eight inches, maybe eight and a half. Fortunately for him, his fuck buddy Ty was nine and a half, and a week of that monster had obliterated any gag reflex Matt had ever had.
As Matt neared the end of his deep-throating, he wondered if Jake had woken up yet.
"OH YEAH...USE THAT QUEER MOUTH FOR WHAT IT WAS MADE FOR...KNEW YOU WERE CRAVING MY COCK YOU COCKSUCKER..."
So Matt knew Jake was awake. Good. Now the next step was to do something about the excessive drool coming out of his mouth at this big hog stretching his jaw. Jake solved that problem for him by applying the salive to his ass. Then, Jake settled them into a 69, burying his face in Matt's clean, flowery shampoo-smelling hole. Matt was tempted to ask just where he learned such expert rimming skills, but before he could, Jake placed him on all fours, shoving all eight and a half inches on that veiny beauty straight up Matt's ass. Matt yelped and moaned and cursed all at once, but Jake paid no attention. He fucked Matt doggy style until finally he yanked Matt up by the hair, his sweaty back placed against Jake's furry chest, Jake stretching Matt's head back for a very rough, passionate kiss.
"I love fucking a man...you can really...TAKE IT" Jake whispered in Matt's ear, punctuated by vicious slams into Matt's prostrate.
Matt was in no position to disagree.
The very raw and rough and randy fuck ended all too soon, with a huge load deposited into Matt's back end and a growled scream worthy of heavy metal music left in his ear.
As Jake pulled out, he then shoved Matt onto the bed, splayed out. He watched Matt. Matt knew what he was waiting for. A show.
Matt slid his fingers into his cummy hole, licking them, back and forth with this process as he tugged his heavy balls and furiously jerked off his curved, hard cock. Jake grinned in dirty approval.
That filthy grin was enough to send Matt over the edge, with his first volley shooting right over the bed and onto some cheap painting he never liked very much in the first place.
One of the best orgams he'd had in a while, but he was still worried, or confused, or something. Jake was putting on his clothes. Pretty much the opposite of afterglow.
"Don't tell anyone about this," Jake hissed. As if he'd suddenly realized what they'd done.
Matt just nodded. Didn't want to pick a fight.
"Gonna to go work on my bike. Almost done."
Matt nodded again. At least it wasn't a fist to the face.
"We're gonna go on a ride when I'm done. This time with our clothes on."
Matt started to nod again, until he realized what Jake was telling him. Matt smiled, a broad, happy smile of surprise and joy. Jake let his impassive face slip long enough to wink at Matt. Then the door shut.
Matt let himself flop back onto the bed. Satiated and hopeful.
There were much worse ways to spend a day off.