I Fell for Him

I had nowhere to be and so, alone, I curled up on the couch and turned on the TV. I believe I dozed off for a while, but was immediately awakened when I heard the lock on the front door being opened. He was home, I thought with nervous anticipation, hoping that he would soon join me on the couch.

"Hey" I said softly.

"Hey" he replied and smiled.

"How was your evening?" I asked.

"Boring" he said. "So many guys, but not one worth taking home."

Good! was all that came to mind. Three's a crowd I thought, and I wanted him all to myself tonight. It was still reasonably early and it was doubtful he would go right to bed. After a few moments, he emerged from his room in a t-shirt and a pair of Dore micro undies with a form fitting pouch. I could hear him in the kitchen making something to eat. I quietly slipped in to find him with his back to me - I stared at his butt for several seconds. Startling him, I softly asked, if there was anything I could do for him. The obvious innuendo went unnoticed, but I had no desire to give up. I continued to stare at his butt, the tightness of his underwear form fitting to either cheek with a vertical seem directly down the center that accentuated the shape of his ass.

As I stood there staring, I started to become sexually aroused. I was not embarrassed by it at all and I made no attempt to hide it either. Sooner or later he would turn around and see for himself the excited state I was in. We were going to talk about what was going on, one way or another. But before long, my patience wore thin, I simply couldn't wait any longer and with that I approached him slowly from behind. Pressing in close to him, I reached around his abdomen and placed my hands on his chest and stomach, my cock fitting snugly into the tight crevice of his ass. All I wanted at that moment was to fuck him from behind, but that would wait. I had no doubt he could feel my arousal as we stood there motionless for several moments.

"Matt." I said softly, "we need to talk."

At that moment he turned his body around in my arms, my hands slid down coming to rest on his ass, his engorged cock poking mine, our faces, our mouths only inches apart. Trembling, I looked at him and I began to speak.

"Don't say anything" he whispered as he placed his fingers on my lips.

At that moment I felt him lean in closer and a moment later we found ourselves locked in a long and passionate kiss. His lips were so soft, like a woman's and I opened my mouth as he pressed in with his tongue. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I mean, the first two sexual encounters between us had been the result of a very determined gay man and a very reluctant straight one. But now this was all me, I wanted him so badly, I wanted to feel the pleasure I felt twice before, I wanted to make him cum for a change.

The kissing continued for several minutes and intensified and I found myself exploring areas of his body, especially his ass, which I couldn't seem to let go of. We moaned in unison as I squeezed his soft cheeks over and over. All the while our cocks found themselves engaged in a makeout session of their own with each lubricating the other.

"Matt - Why have you been ignoring me? I panted, barely parting from his lips.

"That night at the restaurant, the night in my bedroom ... how could you just leave me like that?

"I wanted you to stay that night but you left me so suddenly. I've been trying to get close to you ever since, but you wouldn't notice me." I said like a jilted school girl.

"Why didn't you ever come to me again?" I asked, between another kiss.

"I'm not angry with you - I never was, please don't think that I am." as I kissed him softly again.

"You make me feel so strange, so confused, but so erotic. I can't get you out of my mind and I want you so badly."

"When you left tonight, looking to find some other guy, I was so jealous."

I couldn't stop kissing him, his mouth, his tongue, the warmth of his breath and the moistness of his lips were intoxicating as I continued my sexual interrogation of him.

"I kept asking myself ... why won't he touch me anymore? What is wrong with me, why doesn't he want me?"

"Matt ... you were right. I do love this, and I don't want it to stop."

Just then I felt his lips form a smile as he pulled back for a moment. I pressed in for another kiss but he stopped me.

"What's wrong? Why did you stop?" I asked.

"I told you!" he replied.

"Told me what?" I asked while stealing another kiss.

"I told you I would have you someday."

"Yes" I said smiling.

"And I told you, one day you would beg me to give it to you - do you remember?"

At that moment I pressed in and gently kissed him again, showing him that I was now falling for him on all levels. He was right, I couldn't deny it any longer, he swept me away and introduced me to feelings I thought I could never have. My fear had abated and I was eager to show him what I had been dreaming about for months. Just then I reached down and grabbed is penis, his underwear were drenched as were mine.

"I can help you with that" I smiled and whispered.

He smiled too as I knelt down in front of him, my face coming to a rest directly in front of his crotch. Slowly I removed his underwear and gently rubbed my face with his dripping, wet penis. Using my tongue, I began to lick the tip, then the entire head and within moments I was sucking his cock. The salty taste was surprising, but delicious. My tongue swirling on the underside of his penis as he had done to me. I could feel him gasping for breath as I continued to suck. For a moment his knees buckled from a lack of control brought on by the intense sensation I was providing and for a moment he slipped out of my mouth.

He let out a sigh for the moment I wasn't latched on to him, but immediately gasped as I re-attached myself to him. I was milking him and I was loving it, but more than that I was loving him. I had to repeat that in my mind as the very notion of it was so extraordinary.

"I love him" I said in my mind. "I really love him"

Just then he released in my mouth, gasping and calling out my name - I was in extasy. I continued to suck for several more minutes as every drop of his sperm was lapped up and swallowed. I stood and kissed him again. After a few moments I reached down and grasped his penis again. Lightly tugging on it, I motioned for him to follow, like a dog on a leash, I lead him to my bedroom, shut the door and turned off the lights.

Prologue (4 months later)

Each kiss was as if the first, and I never seemed to tire of his soft lips, and it was with great effort and annoyance that I had to tear myself away from his mouth long enough to answer the phone. The conversation was short and as I hung up, Matt could see the confusion on my face.

"That was Mark and Hank - you remember them from the dinner meeting at the restaurant?"

"You mean the first time I ..." "Yes." I interrupted with a kiss. "The first time you..."

"What did they have to say?" he asked.

"As if you didn't know! It seems they are coming over tonight ... for a repeat of "the event" from the restaurant? I inquired.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, we had a bet."

"what was the bet?" I asked.

"That I couldn't get you off under the table without you giving away what was going on - they lost."

"What the hell did you win?" I asked.

"You could say it's what sealed your business deal."

"Well then - let's see what else we can take them for - Are you game?"

"Absolutely!" He said.

End.