Matt plays a game ... he's a very naughty boy. :)

[sheep]

Type bigger. I can't read it. O_O

 

[DonQuixote]

DaveMate is going to need to post soon. His Natives are getting restless. Where's Rawiri when you need him?

 

[DaveMate]

DaveMate is going to need to post soon.

I've got 4 A4 sized printed pages typed in and ready to post of Chapter 7. I was contemplating posting what I had, but have decided to keep typing more of the story so that it will be a really long chapter. May be another week now before it's ready.

 

[Kyanimal]

Why are you being so MEAN?

Why did you have to tell us that?

Post that puppy NOW, and we'll gladly wait for the rest!

 

[DonQuixote]

I thought of saying similar, but I try not to piss off the authors, lol.

 

[Kyanimal]

I think we're being Teased ... Now where might That be cumming from?

 

[Craiger]

OMG, Matt is at work and we are the pawns..................

Craiger

 

[DonQuixote]

Matt even has control over Dave, mate, and his sexy sexy arse?!

 

[DaveMate]

Chapter Seven​

Matt took the twenty dollar note from my hand. He roughly folded it in two and shoved it into his back pocket. "Man, you must be made of money," he said.

"It's the smallest note I've got. Just buy what we need .... and Matt ...."

"What?"

"Bring back the change," I said, quite seriously.

Matt grinned, of course. He looked over his shoulder as he turned to leave. "Ok mate. Leave it to me."

"Hang on. Wait! You know what I mean don't you?"

Matt continued walking but I could hear his muffled laughter. "Yeah mate. I know what you mean. You're so crazy."

He obviously did know what I meant. I could tell. It was the way he laughed, I think. He patted his backside over the pocket where he had stashed my money, and then his sexy back view disappeared out the doorway into the fading light of the afternoon.

"I'll wait for you here!" I shouted through the door he had, in his haste, left open. I assumed he could hear me. "Try the men's toiletries aisle."

That must have sounded weird to the nosey neighbours in the adjoining apartments as they got ready for dinner or watched the news on television. Who cares? The neighbours weren't even on my radar. There were other things to worry about. Like, for instance, whether I was clean. And by clean, I mean everywhere. You know ... clean ... everywhere!

I pushed the door closed, almost slamming it, and headed for the bathroom, tearing my shirt off my back as I went. I can't have wasted more than a few seconds peeling my black pants and underpants down my legs and kicking them into the corner of the bathroom, where they landed in a heap on top of my discarded shirt.

Time was of the essence. I had to hurry. I held my outstretched hand under the shower as the needles of lukewarm water ricocheted off in all directions. "Hurry up!" I said impatiently. The shower couldn't heat up fast enough. I had to get in and out of there before Matt got back. I still found time to think about what Matt and I had just done, and what we might do with each other when he did return though. That's what gave me the pleasurable feelings in my groin and kept me in a state of arousal, despite having already shot my load over Matt's welcoming face just minutes earlier.

When the temperature was finally right, I stepped into the confines of the shower and slid the polyester curtain shut. Then I turned to briefly let the warm streams of water cascade down my still slightly sweaty back as I took a cake of soap from the shelf into my hand. I reached behind my back, rubbing the soap liberally over my arsecheeks, and then between them. I let the soap drop from my grasp to the bottom of the shower tray. Then I continued to rub up and down my lathered crack with my hand, and then through my legs to the underside of my scrotum, and back again, right through the centre. This is what I meant by being clean. When I had rinsed, the whole process must have taken all of two minutes. At least I was clean. I had checked.

It was fifteen minutes since Matt had left for the supermarket. I'd gotten to know the inside of my front door in some detail, having been staring at it for about the last ten. My shower needn't have been so hurried. I had time to think, which probably wasn't a good thing. Was I handsome? Was I cool? I wanted to be both those things when Matt walked in the door and saw me. My penis couldn't care less. I wanted to look relaxed too. My penis was anything but. At least the chair was comfy, where I sat, dressed and showered.

When I saw the cards lying on the floor in a clumsy pile, where Matt had left them, I had a sudden wicked thought. Should I? I glanced at my front door that Matt could be opening at any moment, and then back at the deck of cards. What the heck? Two can play at that game. I gathered them up and fanned them, face up, in my hand. I extracted one king, and then another. I rummaged through the deck quickly, and then for a second time. There were no more. I peered up at the door and then laughed to myself. "The bastard!" I should have guessed. He'd done it again. I tossed the deck of cards onto the floor, making the pile look even clumsier than before, then I got up and lifted the flattened pillow lying innocently on Matt's chair. There they were. Two kings. Two bloody kings! The king of spades and the king of hearts. Cheat! He hadn't even bothered finding a different hiding place.

"Hey man, I got the stuff."

"Oh shit ... what?" So much for that. I can't have looked handsome or cool. Or relaxed, for that matter.

Matt did though. Evening dew had appeared to make his face glisten and his short cropped, black hair shine. He carried a shopping bag in his hand, his arm slightly bent, making his bicep appear massive under his rugby multicoloured shirt. "You know. The stuff. I got it. What you wanted." he explained.

"Sorry ... you startled me. I didn't hear you come in. Yeah ... the stuff ... um good. Thanks Matt." I was rather sheepish.

On the other hand, Matt sauntered in looking pleased with himself. He sat in his chair and dropped the half full shopping bag on the wooden floor between us.

"A chair fit for a king," I said sarcastically.

"What mate?"

"Nothing," I said. Matt didn't get it. "Did you have a good walk?" I leant forward and held out my hand expectantly. "Where's my change?"

"Change?" Matt laughed. "There's no change mate."

"No change? What do you mean, no change?"

"I spent it. I spent the whole twenty dollars. Man, a twenty dollar note doesn't stretch far these days."

"You've got to be joking. What the hell did you buy?"

"It's a long story."

"Bugger the long story. Give me the the condensed version," I said tersely.

"Man, don't be so crazy. Come on Jeff. Smile. I got the stuff. Do you want to see what I bought? You'll like it. Hang on. I'll show you." Matt eagerly reached into the shopping bag and fumbled around. He brought out the items one by one, placing them on the floor, and announcing them. "One tube of peppermint toothpaste."

"Toothpaste?," I said disbelievingly.

"One bottle of green apple scented shampoo."

"Yuk." I was stunned.

"One packet of Gillette razor blade cartridges. And finally, the stuff mate. One tube of KY Jelly lube. What do you think?"

"What do I think? What I think is that I was expecting about fifteen dollars change Matt. Why did you have to buy toothpaste?"

"Man, you would have too if you were in my position."

I groaned, only half jokingly. "Ok then Matt. I ask against my better judgement. What position is that then?"

"The position of having to buy lube from a hot chick. Have you ever walked up to checkout with just a tube of KY Jelly in your shopping basket? You stick it on the counter and the girl on checkout says 'One tube of personal lubrication. Is that all you want today sir?', in a really loud voice, or, even worse, over the intercom. Embarrassing, eh mate?"

"Did she actually say that?"

"Well no, not exactly. But she may have. If you just buy lube, it makes it look like you're going to have sex."

"Oh ... um ... really ... you think so?'

"Yea mate. What else would you be doing with lube? So I had to grab all those other things. It was a stroke of good fortune I thought of it in time. I took a whole lot of stuff from the shelves nearby and threw them into the basket. That way it made it look like the lube was just part of my general shopping. Good thinking eh? There's more to me just than my good looks."

I tried my best not to laugh. "But I don't even use those brands. I hate apple shampoo. It stinks. I don't have a Gillette razor Matt."

"Ooops .... it's not my fault. How was I to know? I didn't know mate. Sorry."

"I bet you are." Now I did laugh.

"Oh well, we'd better make the best of a bad situation. If you don't want them, I'll take them off your hands. Stick them over there by the door and I'll take them with me when I go home. It's the least I can do. How does that sound man?"

"No way. You can have the shampoo and the toothpaste, but I'm keeping the razor blades and the lube. Do you know how expensive those things are?"

"Yep, I do mate. I just bought them, remember?"

"Yea, you did. With my money. With my bloody money."

I really wasn't as pissed off as I made out. Nevertheless, Matt probably felt he had some ground to make up. He looked me in the eye and smiled. I ignored it and instead turned my head to the side and gazed aimlessly at the paper-patterned wall. When I turned back, I found Matt staring just as aimlessly at my crotch, as had become his habit. He wouldn't have seen much. The conversation since his return had collapsed my erection and any resulting bulge.

Matt sighed, in a daydream, his eyes seemingly looking straight through my genitals. He looked up and stretched his arms above his head. "So ...," he yawned, our eyes now more or less trained on each other.

"So ...," I replied, repeating his yawn and his sigh.

Matt tried another smile. This time I responded with a faint one of my own.

"So ...," he murmured again. "What are you going to do with the razor blades then?"

"Um, dunno. Don't want to waste them. I guess I'm going to have to buy a Gillette razor now, no thanks to you."

"Hey, it wasn't my fault man," he argued. "Anyway, you can always use them to shave your hairy arse."

I wanted to laugh, as is so often the case with Matt in the room, but instead I looked at him expressionless. We kind of stared each other out. There was a deafening silence. It was only for a matter of seconds but it seemed never-ending. Matt's handsome, sparkling face showed as little emotion as mine ... until he suddenly winked. Just one eyelid and a squint in the corner. I didn't move a muscle, keeping stony faced. Then Matt's mouth began to turn upward. He was about to grin. When Matt grins, it can be infectious. Suddenly, we both burst out laughing. I didn't even know what the joke was. The laughter began to subside, replaced by random chuckles. I wiped my watery eyes on my sleeve.

"What's so funny," I chuckled. "Why are you laughing?"

Seemingly unable to offer an explanation, Matt's eyes roamed towards my crotch again. He stared for a few seconds and then looked away.

That's when the tingling in my groin reappeared. I shifted a hand and casually rested it over the increasing bulge. My erection was returning.

Having turned back and seen what was unfolding, Matt reached down and gathered up the cards from the floor.

"Do you think my arse is too hairy?," I asked belatedly while watching Matt shuffling the cards.

Matt dropped the freshly shuffled deck back on the floor in a pile and then sat back in his chair, his arms relaxing on the armrests, his legs slightly apart. "Too hairy?"

"Yea, too hairy. You said I should shave my arse."

Matt moved his arm for a moment and indiscreetly fiddled with the front of his blue jeans. It seemed I wasn't the only one with a growing erection. "Too hairy? I'm not sure. I'll need to have another look. Show me again."

"Show you again?"

"Yea, your arse. Stand up, turn around and pull your pants down. Just for a moment." Matt instructed, with hand gestures. "And your undies."

"But what about the game?," I asked.

"We're in between rounds mate." This was fast becoming Matt's favourite excuse. "I just wanted to have another look at how hairy your arse is. Isn't that what you wanted to know? Come on man." He pointed to the floor. "Stand just there and turn around. Pull your pants and undies down. Show me your arse."

Ignoring his request, I nodded at the deck of cards on the floor. "Pick a card. It's your turn first this time," I said.

Matt laughed. "So, you'd rather play the game than do that simple request, would you mate? You're making a big mistake."

"You think so?"

"Huge. A huge mistake mate. The next dare won't be that easy, I will tell you that much. Huge mistake. Absolutely huge." Matt shook his head in mock disbelief, but grinned all the same. "Man, you have no idea what you're letting yourself in for."

I smiled cheekily and nodded at the cards for a second time. "We'll see," I said. "Pick a card Matt. Go on. Take one."

"Ok. If that's what you want. Don't say I didn't warn you." Matt re-adjusted the unmistakable bulge at the front of his jeans, as though it was getting uncomfortable and then he leant forward, before reaching down to take a card from the deck. He placed it secretively in his cupped hand and slumped back into the chair. Then he held the card face down against his stomach so I couldn't see it.

"Well? Aren't you going to show me? What is it?," I demanded. "What have you got?" I was finding it difficult to avoid Matt's escalating bulge. As I glanced down at it, not for the first time, one notch of the zip of his fly burst open.

"I'm not telling you," said Matt.

"You're not telling me?"

"You take one first. Then I'll show you." Matt watched me intently, one hand covering the card, the other at his side, sandwiched between his hip and the armrest. "Are you going to take one? You're too chicken, are you mate?"

"You're very cocky, aren't you Matt?," I said, before reaching down and taking the next card from the deck and lounging back in the chair. "Ok Matt. Now show me your card?"

Matt excitedly and suddenly sat forward. As he did so, the pressure from within opened yet another notch of his fly. His green underpants were starting to show, not that I was complaining. Looking me in the eyes, he threw the card onto the floor in front of me, where it landed, face up. "There you go mate," he said confidently. "Beat that!"

I looked down at the card and laughed. "That shouldn't be too hard."

Matt looked down too. He was mortified. "What the fuck!," he screamed.

"A two?"

"A fucking two!"

"What's wrong Matt. Anyone would think you weren't expecting anything that low," I said, grinning.

Matt put his elbows on his knees, leant forward, and rested his head in his hands in disbelief. "Aargh ... fuck," he mumbled. He formed his hands into fists and let his chin sit on them. He looked confused, at first, but when he looked at me and saw my cheeky expression, he began to smile himself. "You knew it was a two, didn't you mate?"

"Don't you want to see my card?," I said smugly.

"You did know didn't you. You switched cards when I was at the shop." Matt stood up and swiped the pillow off his chair. He picked up the remaining card that he thought he had hidden there, looked at it, and threw it across the room. "Another fucking two. You fucking cheat," complained Matt. He had finally twigged.

Ignoring him, I neatly placed my card on the floor next to his.

"A fucking king," he whined. "I should have known." Despite Matt's disappointment, his eyes still smiled, as they always did. He rubbed them with his hands. "A fucking king," he repeated. He massaged the palms of his hands up over his forehead and short fringe, and then he folded them over his stomach as he slouched in the chair. Surprisingly, the progress of his bulge was unaffected. A couple more notches of his fly had even unzipped. Flashes of the outline of his erect penis beneath his underpants were noticeable. He didn't seem at all concerned. "So, what is your dare then?," he said, obviously resigned.

"Oh ... do you still want to keep playing then?"

"Of course mate. You're so crazy. Man, did you think I was going to throw in the towel?"

"To be honest, no, not really," I said. "I guess I'd better think of a dare then."

There was some thinking to be done alright. I had to think of how I would approach this. We gazed at each other for a bit, while he waited for the details of my dare. There was silence. I could almost hear him thinking as well. I'm certain he was. I'd be surprised if it wasn't sexual. I watched him place a finger in the growing gap in his fly and rub lightly with his fingertip, as he daydreamed. I couldn't wait to give the loose, ample foreskin of Matt's erect shaft the same treatment, and pleasure, and not just through his underpants either. That went without saying. I imagined I could have quite easily been precumming in my undies already, not for the first time today.

"Shit!," Matt exclaimed, realising what he was doing. Instead of stopping, he rubbed even harder. "Fuck man, what's your dare?," he said, awkwardly zipping up the fly over his throbbing manhood.

"Matt?," I asked, pretending not to have been paying much attention.

"Yea mate? What's the dare man?"

As we gazed at each other, I was so captivated by how awesome Matt looked. He was extremely handsome, with a masculine roughness around the edges which only enhanced his sex appeal. I guess the few days growth of stubble on his jaw did kind of make him look a bit gladiatorial, as he had reckoned earlier. But it was his permanent, smiling eyes that drew you in the most. Despite his antics, it was difficult to ever be angry at him with those eyes. Those eyes were fun. And now he seemed quite desperate. His fly had already started to unzip again. It just couldn't contain Matt's aroused dick.

"Matt," I whispered. "You've got an erection."

Matt glanced down at his crotch and fiddled with the contents, through his jeans, with his hand. "I know," he replied, much louder. "I'm so hard man. But I'm not the only one, am I mate?"

"Shit ... well ... can you notice it?"

"I can easily tell. You've got a big cock mate. You can't hide that thing. It's massive mate. Massive. It shoots a lot of cum too. Bucket loads of the stuff. Man! Hey, can you stand up for a minute? I want to show you something."

I sat up. At this point, anything Matt suggested sounded good. As I stood, Matt leant over and grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me towards him, to his chair. As I looked down on him, he guided my hand to his crotch. The tips of two of my fingers entered his partly opened fly. "Can you feel that," he whispered.

"Mmmm ... yeah," I mumbled. "It's hard."

Then Matt directed my hand inside the front of his jeans where I squeezed his clothed, swollen knob between my fingers. Matt closed his eyes and pushed his head back against the headrest. "Shit!," he moaned. He placed his hand on my buttcheek and rubbed tenderly over the seat of my pants. I withdrew shyly.

"Wait!," Matt pleaded. "Stay here. I thought you wanted to do this. Come on man. It's just a bit of fun. I was even going to ask you something. I wanted to see your arse again. Can you please pull your pants down and show me your arse? Come on man. I've seen it before. That's no big deal is it mate?"

"But ..."

"Your undies too. Stand here. Right here. Your arse, that's all. Pull those mothers down man. I want to touch it. Please! Jeff mate?"

It was the sight of Matt grinning back at me that woke me up. I seated myself in my chair, my elbows on the armrests, looking at Matt as though I was about to deliver a lecture. "Hang on," I said. "What's happening here Matt? I could have sworn that I won the last card draw."

"Man, only because you cheated."

"You deserved it Matt. I was only uncheating your cheat. I'm in charge now. I've been thinking of a dare. And I've got one. I've got a dare for you Matt."

"You've got a dare. Come on then. Tell me. I'm so horny man. What is it?"

"Well ... Matt?"

"What? What is it?"

"Matt, I've been thinking. I've been thinking a lot. I've been thinking about all the things that have happened today. There's been a pattern here. All the way through. And it's all been your doing. Don't you reckon you've been a very naughty boy?"

"Man, you're not going all crazy again? What are you talking about?"

"You've done nothing but cheat all day Matt. Right from the moment you tried to convince me to take my underpants off in the shower. It's just been one thing after another. Bending all the rules, hiding cards, trying to score some free shampoo. All in the space of a couple of hours. You've been a very naughty boy. Do you know what happens to naughty boys Matt? That's right Matt. Naughty boys are punished, aren't they Matt? So, I'm sorry Matt, but you're going to have to be punished. If you have your wits about you Matt, you will take your punishment and learn from it."

Matt sat up eagerly. "Punished? Fucking hell? What do you mean by punished? Fuck man, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to take all your clothes off Matt."

"Blimey! Everything man?"

"Yes Matt. Everything. Every last stitch. Your shirt, your jeans and your underpants. And then you're going to stand right here in front of me, completely naked, and show me everything. That means no hands covering your private bits. And just so you know, private bits includes the whole lot. Your penis, your balls, your pubes and your anus ... or your .. you know ... your arsehole. Is that clear?"

"Wow, you're really spelling it out. You've really worked this out. But you don't want to see my arsehole mate."

"How do you know? That's up to me to decide Matt. You didn't seem to have a problem looking at mine when your hand supposedly slipped."

"But my arsehole is hairy. You don't want to see that?"

"You'll just have to wait and see. You have to show me everything Matt. As I said before, that might include your anus or it might not. It might be just your dick and all the stuff at the front. But nothing is out of bounds."

"Fucking hell. I've never shown anyone my arsehole before. Man, show me yours. I really want to see your arse again. You've got to take your clothes off too."

"Again, that's up to me Matt."

"Come on man. At least your pants and undies."

"I'm setting the rules this time. I'm sorry. I'll get naked, if and when I want to. You'll just have to take your punishment, whatever I dish up."

"Fucking hell. That's so crazy mate?"

"And another thing. I will be touching you."

"You're going to touch me? Fuck mate. Where?"

"You'll find out. Just like I found out when you sucked me off. My hands won't be slipping Matt, I'll say that much. There will be no accidents. It will all be completely on purpose. Your whole body is fair game."

"I'm so fucking horny! Mate, you're making me so fucking horny. This is so crazy. You're so fucking crazy. Fuck, I really need to get off."

"Oh ... and before I forget ..." I reached down to the floor beside my chair and grabbed the tube of KY Jelly from among the other items Matt had bought. I tossed it across to him. "Catch!," I said. "We're going to be using the stuff."

 

[Craiger]

I love it.........the tide has turned and Matt is in deep dodo... Not that he seems to mind giving his state of affairs. Jeff has the upper hand here, but, I suspect that Matt will somehow gain control back. He's too adept at this game and I doubt if Jeff will care. Please don't keep us in suspense too long, DaveMate.

Craiger

 

[Kyanimal]

FINALLY!! And well worth the wait!

Now that we know what Matt bought, we'll just have to see how well Jeff decides to use it!

I can't help butt wonder what Rawiri would think about what his "li'l" bro is UP to!

THANKS!, Dave Mate!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[DaveMate]

Thanks you guys. Glad you enjoyed Chapter Seven. Your comments are appreciated. Yes ... and Matt does appear to be in deep dodo doesn't he Craiger? And Chaz, I think Ra would agree that Matt needs some sort of punishment. Not sure whether it would be the kind that Jeff is thinking of though. Lol.

 

[DaveMate]

By the way, it's kinda hard working out just how many people are reading this stuff, so if you're too shy to post a public comment, you're welcome to send me a PM (private message) instead if you want.

 

[DonQuixote]

DaveMate,
I'm with the Chaz and Craiger - great installment. I'm going to enjoy watching Jeff teach Matt a lesson.
And, I think Rawiri would be laughing his very sexy arse off at the turn of events on Matt.
I think he might even hold the camcorder for posterity - or is that posteriority!

 

[Kyanimal]

By the way, it's kinda hard working out just how many people are reading this stuff, so if you're too shy to post a public comment, you're welcome to send me a PM (private message) instead if you want.

For some reason, I can't seem to 'see' how many Views your thread has had, butt I'm guessing it's in the Thousands (given the usual ratio of Views to Replies)!

I've not quite figured out the New system, yet. I'm sure that info. is available Somewhere!

However, I DO know this story is likely far more Popular than any of us might guess!

Keep smilin'!! (And writing!)
Chaz

 

[Kyanimal]

Found it! ...

Replies: 119
Views: 13,943

 

[Críostóir]

Enjoying the hell out of this! Don't stop now!

 

[DaveMate]

Thanks DonQ and Criostoir. Glad you like the story

I think the hundreds of other readers who haven't posted a single comment on the entire thread so far need to line up for the same sort of punishment that Jeff 'thinks' he's going to inflict on Matt.

 

[Craiger]

Thanks DonQ and Criostoir. Glad you like the story

I think the hundreds of other readers who haven't posted a single comment on the entire thread so far need to line up for the same sort of punishment that Jeff 'thinks' he's going to inflict on Matt.

Can we join in the line even if we have posted????? YES!

Craiger

 

[DonQuixote]

Craiger,
We know you've wanted Ra's body for a long time. Expanding your horizons?
Not that I blame you!