The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, nor governmental areas, which the story is stages. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offences you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is fiction. Use protection, in real life.
LETS MAKE MATT 02 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Salvador took another swig of his third bottle of beer. He and Matt had been at it a coupla hours, reminiscing over old times back at Alstadt College, going from one tale to the next as if reading straight through a Boy's Life novel.
"So, would you do it again, Matt? That's my question." Then in a more demanding, but comical manner, Salvador reinforces his interrogating, "Answer it damn it!"
Both burst out in laughter, Matt replying, "I dunno Salvador. I mean I have nothing against cops, but..."
"Don't give me that bullshit, Matt. Even Stewie remarked how you were sporting a massive hardon with your hands cuffed behind your back. Besides, we were both there in case things got out of hand."
Matt smiled, remembering it as if it were only hours ago, not as a twenty-six year old grocer, but still a nineteen year old college sophomore. "It wasn't only the rookie's handling of me that was turning me on."
"Don't you know Stewie and me knew that? Hell, wasn't it Stewie who mentioned later how much you loved taking the rookie's ten inch tonsil teaser down your throat?"
Smiling was all the acknowledgement Salvador really needed, but it wasn't what was keeping him firmed up at this moment, along with his bottleless hand keeping his stick of dynamite between his legs active.
"What do you want from me, Salvador? Yeah, okay... It wasn't only that the rookie was twenty-five years old... It wasn't only his nine inch nail..."
Salvador butt in, "Ten inches. Remember? Stewie measured it?"
"Okay. Ten inches, but the fact of the matter is it wasn't only the uniform turning me on."
"Yeah I know. The cuffs." Salvador laughed.
"What?" Matt asked, detecting more to this than he knew.
"Oh nothing."
"Nothing, my foot!" Matt exclaimed in a manner which evoked wanting detail.
"Let's just say you're not the only guy who likes his hands cuffed behind his back while kneeling and taking care of a man's cock and balls?" He smiled.
"And?" Matt inquired, wanting more.
After a quick think, Salvador figured it wouldn't matter to expose the details, "Well it was the last you and Stewie saw of the rookie, but..."
Matt jumped in with, "You? But he said..."
"I know, I know. He said this was the first time he ever did anything like this and didn't want to do it again, but... well, as you know I have a way of changing a man's mind?" Salvador said in a proud manner.
"Don't I know it!" Matt exclaimed, then returned, "So what'd he do? Put the cuffs on you?"
"Now you know I don't cater to any man's whims."
Assuming, Matt asks, "You put the cuffs on the rookie? You had him on his knees? He sucked you off?"
Now that it was out, it entertained Salvador to tell it like it is. "Oh `much' more than suck me off." Then to keep Matt guessing, "You know he has a nice place out in the forest?"
"No," Matt simply stated.
"A log cabin of sorts. Nice place. Secluded. Quiet with nobody around. The place has nice below ground basement. Gave his ass a nice little workout bent over a sawhorse."
Matt couldn't deny he wasn't feeling sensations below the navel.
An old trick, Salvador knew how actions could speak louder than words, especially when these feelings were hidden behind a zipper! "Bet you wish it were you tied to that sawhorse, huh Matthew?"
"You had your chance plenty of times, Salvador. Why is it you never took my cherry?"
Salvador stood there, a quaint smile on his face.
Not understanding where Salvador was coming from, Matt reverted back to the rookie incident, the part where he took a hefty load down his throat. Then, in a meek voice he interjected new thought, "By the way, you and Stew were stroking each other, kissing, feeling up each other's sweat... Salvador? I had this feeling you and Stew hit it off. Were you two in love or something?"
Setting his bottle down with a `whop' on the kitchen table Salvador makes statement, "There... now you've gone and done it Matt," he acted angry, but wasn't really. Acting bold like he owned the place Salvador slapped his hands on his knees, pivoting him to his feet. He informed his old college chum, "Stew and me? Nah. I had my sights on a higher bounty."
Who owned who here? Of course it was Matt's plot, playing a game to get the ball rolling like in college, the roleplaying between three guys reduced to two.
When Matt's dad passed on, his mother three years before, he hadn't changed things much above the ground floor of the deli. More a small-items food market, Matt utilized his business degree to transform the small town deli into less than a supermarket, but more of an after work pick-up shop, complete with deli services, lunch takeout and other sorts. The kitchen had the same appliances, except for the Kitchen Aid blender Matt added to mix power shakes before a workout. The kitchen table remained in pristine condition as his father left it from his mom's time, salt and pepper shakers in the form of a little dutch boy complete with his maid. To match were creamer and sugar jar, two windmills, the ensemble arranged on the same yellow placemat, except clean and fresh.
"Stewie was a nice guy. Sure he had the looks any man would die for, but there was one guy who totally grabbed my attention." First his hands rubbed Matt's shoulders, then slid down over modest biceps, to his wrists. Putting them in bondage with his own hands, Salvador pulled Matt's arms towards him. Following, he took hold of Matt's torso, rounding them to his back, smoothing Matt's shirt tightly so the front showed the contour of his bod. Butting his front up against Matt, he began kissing him passionately. Same time, their private areas reacted, Matt's already in prime working order, Salvador's `getting there'.
As Salvador crooked his neck to sweetly plant kisses on Matt's neck, Matt said, "And I thought all your interest was is tying me up and..."
Breaking off the kissing Salvador smiled, then giggled then replied, "Yeah, ain't it a pisser? Funny how it started out that way, but then.... I... I... couldn't help myself. I..."
Matt didn't wait for further explanation, sealing Salvador's lips shut, satisfied with the partial explanation, not needing anymore than what has transpired. After several moments passed Matt felt a hand on his jeans, zipper region. It was the stimulation which temporarily put a halt on their kissing. "Ready to make up for lost time?"
"I don't want it to be like we're rushing things," Salvador answered, considering both were on the same wavelength.
Smiling, Matt slipped his hand boldly down Salvador's stomach, dipping into his jeans, a bit snug to his abs by his leather belt. They parted a bit, still one arm embracing, a hand still pawing at Matt's hard shaft. "So I take it you came here to take up where you left off?"
"Left off?" Salvador questioned, his attention taken away from the space between them as he looked into Matt's eyes.
Recalling the years back, Matt answers, "I was always good at firming you up. In your own words you told me I was `the best', the only one who could bring you to a full erection with my talented tongue. Remember?"
It made Salvador smile. "Yeah and I meant it too."
As if a game, Matt led Salvador on, "Betcha the rookie was a hot cocksucker, no?"
"He was okay, but no great shakes."
"Not that I ever expect to find out, but the other guys?" Matt posed to him.
"There were some other good cocksucker but... nah. None could ever do to me what you did."
Taking a gamble he asks, "Not even Stew?"
Salvador exhaled, then said, "I told you before Stewie and I weren't anything more to each other than friends. When are you ever going to get it through..." he paused as he looked over Matt's face as if for the first time, "that adorable head of yours?"
"How'd I rate that? I mean you never..."
Once again Salvador shut Matt's words up in his head, delivering another lip lock. However this wasn't just any kiss. More powerful it set the two in motion, Matt unthreading Salvador's belt, Salvador unbuttoning Matt's white shirt he wore as a grocery clerk everyday. He stoppe to look down.
"These Fruit-of-the-Loom has got to go," he said of the white tee shirt underneath.
Matt smiled when Salvador's big hands tore the front of the fabric open, revealing a nice chest of dark fur.
"You've changed," Salvador said of his pecs, once lightly dusted with hair. As his hand traveled over, from east to west he spoke, "Amazing how a few years can change a man.
Maybe as a getting even tactic, Matt went to work on Salvador's shirt, tearing the shirt down the middle, buttons popping off in all directions.
"Heeeeeeey! That's Dolce & Gabana you're shredding!" Even though, Salvador let it fall off his shoulders, onto the floor.
"Yeah right. Bet you have a whole closet full back home." Then there was something more Matt discovered.
As a few years back, Matt took the helm, reaching within the curvature of Salvador's front, two hands busy at work. Salvador sighed when Matt's hands rubbed over his own built pecs.
"What's this?"
"What's what?" Salvador comments.
The two look down the division of chests.
"All that beautiful, brown chest fur... it's like... gone!" Matt reports back, flickering his eyes open at Salvador til they remain wide open.
Salvador smiled. "I'm big in the modeling world now. What can I say? The job dictates certain aspects." Putting it in modern English, he tells Matt, "Now-a-days a muscled model has to be smooth."
"You let them shave off all your chest..." Then, running one hand down each fold of Salvador's abs, "And your trail?"
With a short giggle, "Yeah, but I still got a treasure trail," Salvador says as if proud, pulling in his already taut abs with one hand.
"It's all still there?" Matt gave answer, really a ploy to venture further, finishing off the unlacing of his belt, tearing it out of the loops, dropping it on the floor.
Looking up, Salvador gazed down, both locking eyes as Matt's hands busied at his task of releasing the one button which held pants tightly around his torso, the zipper which reinforced the locking of Salvador's pants falling from hips. Matt smiled, noticing, "No briefs, Salvador?"
"Hey, what can you expect?" he answered rather loosely. "I work all week modeling CK's, 2xist and Nouguet briefs... a guy's gotta to feel loose once in a while!"
Matt knew better. When Salvador had emailed him, told him to be expected somewhere within a week's time, he knew this would be more than catching up on college days. Without further ado, as Matt separated the bottoms, he allowed them to drop to the floor.
"I can do the rest!" With swift action, Salvador kicks off his treads and pants.
"Heeey! That was my mom's..." Matt protested when Salvador wiped the table clean with his arm, sending everything to the floor.
One hand tucked into Matt's waistline, Salvador looks over his shoulder, "They're made of plastic," he said of the salt and pepper shakers, the creamer and sugar bowl.
"So? They're still my moms!" Matt protested.
"You're parents were a couple of tightwads."
Salvador's comment ruined the whole moment as Matt swatted his college bud's hand away from his pants, complaining, "You oughtn't talk about my folks that way. Sure my dad was frugal, but it's that savings attitude what helped put me through college!" Matt stood there, arms folded around his middle.
"You're right, Matt. I'm sorry."
Still peeved at Salvador, Matt carried on, "Yeah well, it's not like they had money to throw around, sending their little boy off to boarding school!"
That sent Salvador off on a tangent of his own. Walking up to Matt, he began pounding on his chest with his index finger, "Oh so you think money can buy everything? Well let me tell you... at least you grew up knowing who your parents were. Do you think boarding school is such a good thing? You know how many times I'd wished I had a mom to tuck me into bed at night? A man to look up to for advice?"
Before Salvador was through, he had Matt backed up to the sink with nowhere else to go.
"Sorry. The way you talked at Alstadt I though you liked boarding school, Salvador."
Relaxing his finger, Salvador brushed out Matt's chest hair as if a wrinkled fabric. "I suppose I did."
"I mean all you spoke of was all the hot guys and the fun you had fucking around with them."
"I know. It was fun, but..."
It was left at that. With a lull in the conversation, Matt changes subject, "Still in the mood to fuck me?"
Salvador smiled saying, "Not really. You?"
"We could try making a go at it in bed?" he suggested.
"Nah. Plenty of time for that later. Got a place around here where we can get some food?"
Matt suggests half-heartedly, "I could run downstairs and whip up some subs?"
"I was thinking along the lines of something French or Italian. I don't suppose you have any nice restaurants in this one dog town?"
"Actually," Matt replies, a certain attitude about him, "There `is' an Italian restaurant about twenty-five miles down the road. They've got great food and some hot waiters!"
"What are we waiting for?"
"Um, you need a jacket."
Salvador picks up his shirt saying, "Well now that I don't have any buttons I'm declaring this a jacket. Any problem with `the shirt'?" He punches his arms into the sleeves.
Matt laughs at Salvador's humor, the middle of his bod contrasting the brown textured shirt. "Not with me. Nope, you'll probably get in on your looks alone!"
"Oh really Matthew? Seems to me back at Alstadt you had quite a following after the cuddle up party?"
"Oh man, Salvador. I still can't believe what you and Stew did to me!"
"Stewie and I heard no complaints from you and hell, we made quite a bundle!"
"Yeah, but charging a guy fifty bucks for fifteen minutes with me in the sack. You know how sore my mouth was afterwards?" Matt complained, even though it were a few years back.
"Stewie and me were only trying to help you out. Hell, I told you I'd give' you the money for books, but noooo', you were too proud to..."
"Alright! Alright! You don't have to beat an old subject to death. All I'm saying is...." Matt stopped dead.
"What?" Salvador questioned him, zipping up his lower front. Seeing Matt smirk he says, "C'mon. Come clean."
"Bjorn," is all the hint Matt gave.
"Oostergard? The big blond, beefy captain of the football team?"
"Yep," Matt replied, keeping it brief on purpose.
"Didn't he pay fifty bucks to cuddle with you then come back later and pay another fifty?"
"Yep."
"So big deal. He paid a hundred bucks." Salvador then giggled, adding, "Remember he said if this got out to his girlfriend he'd come back and pulverize all of us?"
"Yeah, I remember," Matt replied, a smile clinging to his lips.
The way Matt said it, still left Salvador on the edge of curiosity. "What aren't you telling me, Matthew?" A hand fell over Matt's shoulder.
"Oooh, I started to draw my own conclusions about Bjorn, about him saying he wasn't gay, that he liked having his cock sucked... it didn't matter if it were a girl or a guy."
"And?"
Matt finally dropped the bomb, "Bet you didn't know that Bjorn and I became quite intimate social buddies?"
"Wait a minute. You were on the swim team. You never even went to `one' football game. Besides, Oostegard was as straight as they come," Salvador differed in opinion.
"Yeah, Bjorn had everybody pretty much everyone fooled alright."
Each statement Matt made provoked Salvador into questioning.
"And what would be your opinion?"
Matt stood there in front of Salvador, hands on hips, proud manner of air about him as he replied, "After just about every football game Bjorn made an excuse to his girlfriend. Instead of an evening with her, he'd give me a ring on my cell phone."
"Noooooooo," Salvador said in surprise, his jaw dropping open, wise to what was to follow.
"Yep. After awhile I pretty much followed whenever there was a football game because I knew I would be getting `the call' from Bjorn." He then informed, "While you and Stew were thinking up ways for me to put myself through college, I was doing a little entrepeneuring on the side!"
Eyes wide as saucers, Salvador exclaims, "He paid you?"
"Yup. Fifty bucks. Just like the cuddle-up event you and Stew cooked up for me."
"Aha! So you were taking in fifty bucks a week behind our backs!"
Grinning like he had it over on them, Matt replies, "Mostly a hundred and fifty. Sometimes two hundred bucks."
"Damn! He sure did have everybody fooled. His poor girlfriend," Salvador sided with the under-dog.
"What girlfriend?"
"What do you mean `what' girlfriend?" Salvador asked, still half-unbelieving what he was hearing.
"Bjorn never `had' a girlfriend. It was all hype. Y'know he was telling his team mates he was with his girlfriend after every game? Man did he have to lie his ass off every time his team wanted him to party with them."
"I can't believe it," Salvador remarked, "Bjorn Oostegard... six feet, two inches tall.... a fag!"
"You're six foot-one and a fag, Salvador?"
"I know, but... well all I can say is he kept it hidden very well. I don't think anyone on campus was wise to him."
Matt had more to tell and threw hint, "Except the one who fucked him off and on?"
"Matthew Diggler! Are you telling me you were fucking guys all through college and `not' giving your good buddy friends a clue? How long did this go on?"
"Cool off, Salvador. It was only from when you and Stew held the cuddle-up party for me until Bjorn graduated."
"You won't even let Stew and I fuck you." Then thinking about it, Salvador exclaims, "Wait a minute. You had this.. this... `affair' with Oostegard for three years? Behind our backs?"
He blamed, "Bjorn swore me to secrecy, so what could I tell the guy?"
"So. You sucked off the captain of Alstadt's football team for..."
Matt cut in, "I only sucked him at the cuddle-up party."
Silence prevailed for a moment, enough time for Salvador to put two and two together. "Do you men to tell me you fucked Bjorn three times a week for three years?"
"Sometimes four. There's a part I didn't mention."
"There's more?"
"Yeah. One time I met Bjorn in the gym after hours. He called and said he needed it bad, but had to clean up. So I hiked over to the gymnasium. It was cool. Kind of different. Instead of going right to the sucking and fucking, we took a shower together."
"That's nice. Want to fast forward this?" Salvador said, hinting his stomach was begging for sustenance, but an intent curiosity still lingering.
"Chris Kristofarou?"
Salvador questioned, "Linebacker?"
"Yeah. The guy was a health nut. Came back to his locker because he forgot to spray his pits. Heard the shower running, came in and caught Bjorn on his knees giving me a blowjob."
"Hooooly... I bet that rocked him out of his gourd!"
Matt giggled, telling, "You wouldn't believe me if you didn't know me better. Chris starts walking over to us. Bjorn is stunned, frozen in place on his knees. Chris is decked out in his number 11 tank top, sweatpants and sneakers. Not shredding a single piece of clothing. Bjorn starts to get up, but Chris puts his hand on top of Bjorn's head, keeping him bowed to us. He says to me, `Go get dried off. I'll handle this.' I turned to watch, linger... after all, Bjorn had me all firmed up anyway."
"Who cares about you! I mean... I care about you, but will get with the other guys already?"
Another giggle escaped Matt. Before he went on he just had to notice Salvador stroking his cock through his pants. "Bjorn kept on saying stuff like, `I can explain..' But there wasn't anything to explain. The evidence presented itself. The cool part is, Chris pulls at the waistband of his sweatpants, pulls them down along with his briefs and parks both under his big balls. Before Bjorn could think, Chris' big shaft was down his throat!"
"I can't believe it. So... did he..."
The tension was building and Matt wasn't about to let a good story die quickly. "Yeah. I hung around." He giggled some more.
"'What' already?"
"Chris was really out to own Bjorn. He nodded with his head for me to come back. I stood no more than a foot from the action. Suddenly Chris pulls out of Bjorn's mouth, slaps him hard on the side of the face, saying, suck'em `bitch'!"
"Shit! You're pulling my chain!" Salvador exclaimed.
"Nope. And like his little bitch, Bjorn goes for my cock. Chris tells him, `No hands, bitch!'" Matt laughs out loud.
"Whaaaaat?"
"Yeah. Chris grabs Bjorn by his blond scalp and asks demonstratively, `What'd you say, bitch?'"
Salvador doubts, "You've... got... to... be... kidding? Bjorn is like this big, beefy, blond hunk of muscle!"
"Yeah, but Chris isn't any dwarf either." It gave Matt creedance to go off, "You should have seen him up close. As Bjorn was licking and sucking me, I watched as Chris stripped off his tank. Man, what a hot, hairy chest he has. The water jettisoning down over him made it even darker. And the cock!"
"What about it?" Salvador asks, licking his lips.
"He had to be a perfect ten. Ten inches of hard meat sticking straight out. And dammit! His balls... could easily be mistaken for tennis balls."
"No kidding?" Salvador said in astonishment. "Bigger than me?"
He was, but Matt put it to Salvador, "Nah. Not as big as yours." He heard Salvador exhale!
"So did he let you fuck Bjorn as well?"
"Sure did, but not til about three hours later."
Salvador's mouth dropped open, his eyes bugged out. "What do you mean `three hours later'?"
"Maybe two. Not sure. I lost track of time. But I sensed Chris suddenly became a man with a plan.
Salvador got comfy and sat on the edge of the table he wiped clean, signaling he wanted more details.
"I thought you were hungry?"
The out-of-towner was, so admitted, "Still am." Then stepping with full force on his feet, an arm extended, he clenched Matt's arm. "C'mon. You can explain it on the way."
"Um, like I have to change my `designer' shirt you torn up?"
"Leave it. Looks kind of sexy. No different than some of the stuff I've modeled."
So, as the two left the upstairs apartment, each had their `own' designer look, Salvador an open shirt with most of the buttons askew and Matt, undershirt torn from top to bottom, white working uniform as his jacket. His last comment, after locking up the store was, "Betcha they kick us out on our asses!"
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Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee
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