I was drunk, and trust me, I looked it. The music blasting in my ears and the Club's lights passing over my eyes. I was in a corner, alone, swaying with the music. I'd arrived with some friends a few hours ago, but fuck knows where they'd gone. I knew I'd have to leave soon and stagger to the bus stop, but then I saw someone approaching. A skinny guy, slightly taller than me, soft black hair peeking out from his beanie hat. His blue eyes almost gave off a glow in the dark room.
"How come you're dancing all alone?" He said to me in the sweetest voice I've ever heard.
"I...uh...um" I mumble. "I was...er.........You're hot"
What the fuck, I thought to myself, yeah, real fucking smooth. But he smiled at me, took my arm and led me to the dance floor. In each other's arms, we danced and swayed. Soon, it became just an excuse to touch each other. My hand running slowly up his bare arm, I could feel the goose bumps as he became more and more excited. Finally, it happened. Our lips touched. I could feel his warm wet tongue begin to enter my mouth. Our eyes both closed and our arms in tight embrace, his tongue slid across my taste buds. I tried to explore his whole mouth with my tongue, tasting the bottom of his tongue, the roof of his mouth, anywhere my tongue could reach.
Soon, the bouncers were making everyone leave the club, and together we walked away. Outside, I looked him in his gorgeous eyes.
"So...do I get to go back to your place?" I said.
Getting closer, he locked his hands with my hands and rested his forehead against mine.
"Not tonight babes I'm afraid."
I meant to say `what?' but it came out more like a weak groan. Why not? What did I do wrong? I thought you liked me. All these questions floating round my head unable to be spoken, unable to be answered.
"You've had way too much." He said. "I don't take guys home unless they're sober. Or can at least walk in a straight line. I don't want a guy passing out and throwing up while we're fucking."
I tried to object, to say that I'd only had a little bit and that I'd be fine. But the words never made it out of my mouth.
"But," he said "I'm coming here again tomorrow night. So if we meet in the club again tomorrow, when you're sober, we can pick up where we left off?"
"Yeah, ok" I smiled at him. "Can I get your number?"
We got our phones out and exchanged numbers. And that's when I realised. This guy was the hottest person I had ever known, with features that made me all mellow inside, who I had shared a kiss with which was just as exciting as my first kiss was, who I was going to see again tomorrow and yet I had no idea what his name was. Almost as if he knew what I was going to say next, he said:
"I'm Matthew."
Matthew. What a name. Matthew. It sounded over and over in my head. Matthew.
"Do I get to know your name?" he asked.
"Uh" I stumbled. For a moment, it was hard to remember my own name. "Ben" I finally said.
We kissed one last time before we parted ways. I went home happier than I'd ever been in my life, savouring the taste of him in my mouth, anxious to see him again tomorrow.
A few hours after I woke up the next day, I sent Matthew a text saying:
`Hey Hot Stud, can't wait to see you tonight. XXXX'
He replied `Same babes :) can't wait to get u back 2 mine. XXXX'
I arrived at the club with some friends, only a few minutes after it opened. I knew he probably wouldn't be there yet, but I could always hope. I waited. I tried to enjoy myself but it kept nagging me that he wasn't here. After 3 hours, he still wasn't here and I was thinking of texting him to ask where he was. But then I thought that I might seem clingy. I hadn't drunk a thing that night, just like he wanted, and yet he wasn't here.
Eventually I saw him come in with a couple of friends. Almost instantly, I had him up against the wall, my lips pressed tight against his, tongues dancing as though it were our last day alive. His hand was moving slowly down my back. His fingers slowly running down my spine. Soon they were touching my jeans. His fingers then started working their way under my jeans. I could feel my cock hardening as his hand moved closer and closer. Some people were awkwardly staring, but we didn't care. His hand was in my underwear now, his warmth flowing through me as he began to squeeze my bare ass. My cock was so hard.
My hand was up his shirt, feeling one of his nipples, playing with it, my finger touching the small bumps around it. I then started working my way down. I put one of my fingers in his belly button. The fine hairs around it caressing my finger, the flesh enclosing it. I finally began to edge my hand down his jeans, into his underwear. Following a line of fine hair, my hand stroked his warm, hard cock. He let out a low moan as I gripped his cock and slowly rubbed it up and down. I put my thumb on the tip and found it was wet with pre-cum. I began to rub the tip with my thumb and saw Matthew's face filled with pleasure. Then, I had an idea.
I carefully let go of his cock, took my hand out of his underwear and lifted my thumb up to our faces. It was covered in his pre-cum. There was even a little bit beginning to drip off the tip of my thumb. Making sure he was watching, I started moving my thumb towards my mouth. I then sucked the warm, tasty pre-cum off my thumb, letting it run over my tongue. I let the slightly salty taste fill my mouth, thinking about how I was going to taste much more of it soon. He looked so horny that he might just cum in his pants, so I said:
"Do I get to go back to yours this time?"
He could hardly speak. Eventually he said: "Let's go." As we were beginning to walk out the club, I realised something was wrong. He was walking strangely and unsurely. I figured it out. He'd been drinking. Fucking hell.
"Hold on" I said, "You said you don't get with guys unless they're sober, why the fuck are you drunker than a tramp at Christmas?"
"Bit..." He began to mumble, "Only...little bit...drink...you know...I only...you know. Come on...to... back to my place."
For fuck's sake "Let's get you home. You need to sleep before you pass out."
"Wait", he said, "So we're not going to fuck?"
"Not with you like this we're not." I said, trying hard to hide the disappointment in my voice. "Until you're sober, I just want to make sure you get home safe."
His face changed. Where it was once filled with comfort and affection, it was now replaced with sadness and anger.
"So," he began, "You think I'm ugly?"
"What?!"
"You think I'm ugly don't you."
"No, it's just..."
"You cunt, I thought you liked me."
Before I could answer, I heard a voice yelling:
"Get the fuck away from him!"
I looked round and saw a girl in a black dress running towards us. I recognised her as one of the people Matthew had come into the club with. She stood between me and Matthew and shouted at me:
"What the fuck is wrong with you! Trying to take advantage of him while he's drunk!" I opened my mouth to say something, but she just continued her rant. "You're not his type anyway. If he slept with you, he would regret it for the rest of his life."
That fucking bitch. How could she know what Matthew wanted? I saw him open his mouth to speak. To tell her it was all a misunderstanding maybe?
"He thinks I'm ugly." He finally said.
The girl shot me a disgusted look. I tried to object, but they were already walking away. I called his name. I called it again. But he didn't even look back.
I began the lonely walk home. What the fuck had happened? One minute I was in his warm embrace, the next, I was practically being called a sex offender. The next morning I sent him a text saying:
`Matthew, are you sober yet? I never said you were ugly last night. You were just so drunk that I couldn't take advantage of you. Please, just talk to me about it.'
I never got a reply. I tried ringing him a few times, but it only ever went through to voicemail. I realised that I'd lost him. The best person I'd ever had in my life and I'd lost him. And I didn't even know why. Why had he been drinking so much last night? What made him snap? Somehow, I'd have to carry on with my life not knowing the answer to these questions.
But a few days later, purely by chance, I saw him on a bus. He was a few seats behind me. I knew I had to say something, but I couldn't do it here. So I thought about what I was going to do and what I was going to say. Had he seen me? Did he know I was here? Yes. I could see his eyes avoiding me. He was looking everywhere but at me. When his stop came, he walked past me off the bus, taking special care to avoid looking at me. I followed him. When we got to an area where there weren't that many people, I shouted his name. He carried on walking. I called him again, but still he carried on. I caught up with him and stood in front of him.
"Matthew, just let me talk to you."
He stopped to listen, but still he didn't look at me. I continued:
"Matthew, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me .I have no fucking idea what happened when we left that club, but I swear, I want you, I want to be with you."
He continued gazing away.
"Matthew, please, just listen to me."
He acted like I hadn't said a word. I snapped.
"You know what, be like that. Be a fucking coward and pretend I don't exist! Look at me! LOOK! AT! ME!"
Finally, his head slowly turned. His blue eyes looked straight into mine. After a second or two, his eyes suddenly welled with tears. Within moments, the tears were streaming down his face. Oh god. I'd just made things a million times worse. I caringly held his head against my cheek.
"Ssh" I said, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I just got a bit worked up. I..."
"No" he interrupted, "it's not you, it's...it's..."
"What?"
"Nothing", he said pulling away. He swallowed his tears. "My place is only a minute from here. Come on." He led the way.
Moments after we walked into his apartment, he pushed me onto his bed. As he was moving in for the kiss, I said:
"Not yet", he looked puzzled, "Tell me what's wrong."
"It's not important" he said "Now let's get you out of those wet clothes". They weren't wet, but I guess that wasn't the point.
"You start off all anti-alcohol, and then suddenly you're off your head with it. You start getting all paranoid and then burst into tears. I'm not stupid. I think you were drinking to forget. Please. Just tell me what's wrong."
He thought about it for a moment, and then sat beside me. He whispered it into my ear and went into the bathroom.
Of all the things it could have been, what he told me hadn't even occurred to me. I wanted to know more, but now wasn't the time to ask. He came out of the bathroom completely naked. His cock was hard and pointing up. He'd pulled the foreskin down to reveal the big, purple, juicy head. His balls were neither hairy, nor bare. Instead, they were decorated with short, fine hairs. He walked towards me.
He sat beside me and began to kiss me. His hands were stripping me of my t-shirt. I kissed his neck, my tongue licking the warm flesh. I moved down to his left nipple, licking it repeatedly. He shivered in excitement. I realised his warm cock was touching my bare chest. A ripple flowed through me. I kneeled on the floor in front of him while he sat on the bed. I spread his legs apart and headed towards his balls. I ran my tongue along them. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his cock spasm. I put one in my mouth as far as it would go. It was big enough to completely fill my mouth. I left it there for a bit, sucking gently on it and slowly running my tongue over it. I let its warmth fill my mouth until I knew it was time to move on. I took it out of my mouth and focused on his cock.
To my delight, I saw pre-cum on the tip. I stuck my tongue out and slowly moved in to lick it off. My tongue glided along it gathering the warm, salty liquid on my tongue. I swirled it round my mouth a few times and swallowed, leaving the jizzy taste in my mouth. I moved my nose over the cock and inhaled deeply, smelling the lush scent of his cock. I ran my tongue from the bottom of his cock, all the way to the top. I heard a quiet moan of pleasure. My hand round the shaft, I started licking the head. It still tasted of pre-cum. I wrapped my lips around it and pushed it into my mouth. The head was sliding through my lips, along my tongue while tickling the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat. I sucked on his cock while squeezing part of the shaft. Sometimes, my mouth would become damper. I soon realised that he was squirting pre-cum into my mouth. As I sped up, I started to take it in deeper, allowing it to enter my throat. Soon, he was moaning loudly, I could tell he was close. I started sucking on just the head and was rubbing the shaft with my hand. He let out a loud moan and cum started flooding my mouth. He shot about six times hitting the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat and dripped another four times, all of them landing at the front of my tongue. I relaxed for a moment allowing the cum on the roof of my mouth to drip onto my tongue. My mouth was full. I took his cock out of my mouth and let the cum flow round my mouth. I swirled it round my mouth slowly, each time tasting the warm saltiness of it. I then swallowed it, and quickly sucked the rest off his cock. I could still taste the cum, and I wanted it to stay that way.
I got up and sat next to him again, my hand still rubbing his cock. His face was filled with pleasure. He suddenly turned to me with a determined smile and started undoing my jeans. He whipped them off and my underwear with them, revealing my rock hard, soaking wet cock. He wasted no time and pushed me onto the bed. I could see him climbing up me, and then grasping my cock in his hands. He wrapped his lips around my cock and started to suck hard. My body jolted in excitement at the feeling of my cock moving in and out of his warm, wet mouth. But for a moment, I remembered what he had whispered to me. I pushed from my mind and enjoyed the feel of his mouth. He was starting to go deeper now; I could feel the tip of my cock penetrating his tight throat. Then, he took all of it in. My cock was far down his tight, warm throat and it felt so good. I thought I was going to cum for a moment, but then he took it out of his mouth and lay beside me on his back. He said to me:
"Now, I want you to face fuck me."
I complied and kneeled over his face. My cock, wet with his spit and my pre-cum was laying across his face. He opened his mouth and made a small `O'. I carefully positioned my cock and gently thrust it into his mouth. I thrust in and out slowly, repeatedly, letting the good feeling flow through me. But then he grabbed both my ass cheeks and pushed me deep inside. I almost came when his lips reached the bottom of my cock, but I tried to hold on for longer. He was moving his head up and down while he held me deep in his throat. I was about to cum. I didn't want him to choke, so I warned him through my grunts and moans. He pushed my cock out his throat keeping only the tip in his mouth. He took one hand off my ass and started rubbing my cock. Finally, the powerful orgasm swept through my body and cum started shooting out of my cock. For the first three spurts he left the tip in his mouth. He then took it out and let me see the fourth spurt shoot into his mouth. He held out his tongue which was milky white. Then he started to shake my cock, so the next five or six spurts spattered randomly on his face. When I finished, there was cum dripping off his cheeks, a bit on his nose and a load of it round his lips. He licked his lips with his cum covered tongue and swallowed. Then he wiped it off his face with his fingers and sucked it off.
We lay down for a few moments. We kissed while I was stroked his chest. I could still taste the cum in my mouth. But once again, I remembered what he'd whispered to me. I tried not to think about it. His hands started moving closer to my ass. He rubbed the cheeks. I knew what he was thinking. He pulled some lube out of his bedside cabinet and rubbed some all along his hardened cock. I lay on my back, spread my legs and held them in the air. He climbed back onto the bed and shuffled his way in-between my legs. The tip of his cock was poking my ass hole. He held onto my legs and slowly pushed the tip into my ass. It hurt slightly. He pulled out and then pushed it in again. This time it hurt much less and felt much better. Every time he pushed it in, he would go a little deeper. Eventually, he had his entire cock inside my ass. The feeling of being so full, of being impaled this way; it sent warm jolts through my body. I could see the smile on his face as he was lost in ecstasy. Soon, he was letting out low moans, and I knew what it meant. I felt warm sticky liquid shoot deep inside me as Matthew let out a howl of pleasure. I smiled and savoured the feeling of his cock deep inside me.
"You didn't cum that time", he said a little disappointed. "Let me fix that."
He took the lube and started rubbing it on my cock. He then positioned himself and slowly sat down, my cock sliding into his ass. Looking into my eyes he began to slowly bounce. I couldn't decide what felt better, him inside me, or me inside him. I slid in and out of his warm, tight ass. I was on the verge of cumming, but couldn't quite get there. Then something happened that I didn't expect. Matthew came again, all over my chest. It wasn't as much as the first two times, but it was still a massive load. The warm droplets falling on my chest pushed me over the verge and I shot everything I had deep inside him. I didn't even have time to warn him. When I'd finished, he slid off me, cum dripping from his ass, and fell asleep next to me.
I lay there rubbing his cum into my chest. I smiled as I realised I had his cum on my chest, in my ass, in my stomach and I had the taste of it in my mouth. I looked at Matthew sleeping next to me, thinking about how we could do it all over again. But now I had to face up to what he had whispered to me. Tears began forming behind my eyes, but I knew I needed to stay strong, for his sake. What was I going to do? I'd only just met him. I tried to sleep, but how could I? Knowing that in less than a week, Matthew would be snatched away from me by a brain tumour. And I could do nothing to save him. All I could do was make his last few days alive a little better. In a week's time, I would be alone again.