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

[redbomb]

great new chapter. cant wait to see where this goes!

 

[sheep]

I really enjoyed that

 

[Craiger]

Oh dear! All this talk of arses, arseholes, balls and penises has me in a titillated state... Actually a little more than titillated, more like aroused and horny. But, you leave us hanging, like Matt's musky aroma, unable to complete our need for.......well you know what. Matt certainly is up to his old tricks and I love it.

Craiger

 

[DaveMate]

Thanks Redbomb, Sheep and Craiger for commenting on the story.

Oh dear! All this talk of arses, arseholes, balls and penises has me in a titillated state...

Matt's techniques of seduction are pretty basic aren't they? I think it's the only way he knows.

 

[Kyanimal]

YES!!! Dear LORD I'm in HEAVEN!!

(Um ... Did I just say that out loud? )

JAG Mate! Thank You!, THANK YOU!!, THANK YOU!!! As much as I Adored, and Cherished, Dave Mate and Ra, Matt was always my favorite sexy scoundrel! I can not adequately put into words just how Thrilled I am that He's 'back'!

I'm feeling like a giddy little school guy, and He hasn't even (really) done anything ... yet! I'm thinking of changing my name to "Jeff"!

Now, as I recall, and Matt has affirmed, this is not the first time Matt has played this game. And, considering how far he got with Dave Mate, before all the guilt set in, since Ra is not a consideration with Me ... uh ... Jeff ... I am more than eagerly awaiting to see just how far Str8 (Yeah, Right!) Matt is going to take it this time!

Even forgetting (which is Impossible) what you wrote of Matt before, this round you've brought Him to Life so well that I can picture Him, and Smell HIM, sitting right there in front of Me ... uh ... Jeff, with that mischievous grin on his gorgeous face! (< Without the red eyes, of course, but maybe with those Horns!!)

SO ... How about We play a little game, and see if You can tell whether I want MORE, or not?

Keep smilin'!! ('Cause I sure am!)
Jeff

 

[Críostóir]

Matt IS a Naughty Boy. Be more naughty, Matt, be more naughty.

 

[DaveMate]

SO ... How about We play a little game, and see if You can tell whether I want MORE, or not?

Matt IS a Naughty Boy. Be more naughty, Matt, be more naughty.

Lol ... there's something about how the game is developing that tells me one or both of these guys is going to get very, very naughty by the end.

 

[Kyanimal]

Lol ... there's something about how the game is developing that tells me one or both of these guys is going to get very, very naughty by the end.

REALLY?

Can I subscribe to this story Twice??

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[DaveMate]

Update
I don't know how many followers this story has but I've just spent a couple of enjoyable days on Chapter Four. It's more or less finished. Need to proofread it. Hopefully it will be posted within a couple of days. The synopsis of this new chapter is that Matt is getting very, very naughty.

 

[gaytxn09]

Very, very naughty? I dunno if I can handle that, but I'll try. ;-)

 

[Kyanimal]

The ever delightful Matt getting "Naughty"?

OOooo! Can't wait!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[Craiger]

It's the nature of the beast.......being naughty that is. And, Matt is a master.
Looking forward to the new chapter.

Craiger

 

[DaveMate]

Chapter Four​

Matt straightened his back and sat up. He placed his hands on the armrests of his chair, looking as though he was ready to get up. "Did you say you'll do my dare mate?"

"Yeah, I hate losing," I said. It was a convenient excuse. It was better to say that than the real reason. That the thought of what Matt had dared me to do had made me so horny that I was incapable of thinking rationally. "It's not as though I haven't seen another guys bum before," I added. I stretched my arms out behind my head and yawned nervously.

Matt stood, picked up the coffee table, and placed it on it's side, in the gap behind his chair, so that the floor between us was clear. "Yes, but have you ever felt another guys balls mate?," he said. "I warned you that my dares would be challenging, didn't I?"

I laughed unconvincingly. "Yes, you did warn me." I tried to look concerned for him. "Are you sure you're ok with me feeling your balls?"

"It's all part of the game. I didn't think you would do it."

"Well, I hate losing ... oh ... shit ... what was the dare again?," I asked.

"You are to pull down my pants at the back, have a look at my arse, and then put your hand between my legs and feel my balls," Matt explained. "And then we swap places.

"Ok ... um .... that's what I thought .... what do we do now then?," I stuttered. I couldn't believe that Matt wasn't at least a little bit nervous. He certainly looked calm and collected on the exterior, as I observed him standing in front of me, his hands casually inserted in his pockets. I wondered whether his hands were placed there for a reason, considering my own state of arousal.

"You're ready then, are you mate?," said Matt. He turned around so that his backside was facing me. Then he made one step backwards, to within a foot of my chair. He fumbled with his belt, then his hands grabbed the waist of his jeans, at the front, out of my view.

I sat up on the edge of my chair, Matt's body easily within touching distance, my eyes focused on the seat of his jeans. "Now?," I asked tentatively.

"Yes now," he said. "There's no time like the present. Pull my pants down. You can have a look at my arse."

"Have you undone the button?"

"Yep, and the zip."

Despite my eagerness to do it, there were still nagging doubts. I sat frozen, just staring at the symmetrical shape formed within his tight fitting pair of well stitched Levis.

"Mate, are you chickening out?"

"Oh shit ... no ... not at all," I said. I glanced up to see Matt looking over his shoulder at me.

"Go on then," he implored. "It's ok. It's just a game. You're allowed. No one's going to know except us. You have to do it, otherwise you lose. You're not going to let me win this easily are you? It will be the easiest game of truth or dare I've ever played. Don't chicken out. I've already changed the dare once."

"No, I'm going to do it now," I said, while my eyes focused intently on his clothed buttocks. I looked up. Matt's head was turned forwards, no longer watching. This was my chance. I clasped the top of his jeans, just above each of his buttocks, my fingers sandwiched between the waistband of his jeans and the bottom of his rugby shirt, which was tucked into them. "Are you ready?," I announced.

I could sense frustration in Matt's voice. "Yes, I'm ready," he said. "Go on."

As I pulled downwards, Matt released his grip at the front slightly. His jeans slid effortlessly over his buttocks to rest around the upper part of his thighs. With little hesitation, I inserted my thumbs inside the elastic of his boxer briefs, and peeled them down, revealing his naked, masculine, well proportioned arse, his shirt hanging loosely, covering about an inch of the top of his crack. It was everything I had anticipated. An urge to touch it overcame me. It was too good an opportunity to pass up. I let go of his underwear and lifted my hand to the top of his right buttock. Then I glided the back of my forefinger down the soft flesh of his cheek, stopping just beside where I knew his hole was hiding.

"Do you think you're going to play with my arse, do you mate?," said Matt over his shoulder. "You can't do that. There was nothing about arse play mentioned in the dare, otherwise it would have said for you to pull down my pants, feel my balls and play with my arse. But it just mentioned the pants and the balls."

"Oh ... sorry ... I didn't think you would feel it. I barely touched it."

"Well, just make sure you stay within the rules. You can only do stuff that's mentioned in the dare," insisted Matt. "I should have put something in about arse play, but I forgot. Sorry. Does it look ok?"

"What?"

"My arse. Does it look ok to you?"

"Oh ... your arse? Yeah, sure. It looks ok. You obviously take pretty good care of it. It's nice and clean. I'm guessing you don't shower with your underpants on," I joked. I had totally underplayed just how good Matt's arse really looked. Ok came nowhere near an apt description. It was better than watching television any day. I still felt kind of guilty though, thinking that Matt might turn around at any minute and punch me in the face for staring at it. But it was his idea. And that was only half of it. "Shall I ... um ... feel your ... you know ... your balls now?," I asked, seeking final confirmation.

"If you've finished looking at my arse. Yeah, go for it. That's what the dare said," said Matt. "Be careful mate. Don't squeeze them."

I pulled down further on the back of Matt's jeans and underpants with my left hand. With my right I lifted his shirt so I could get an unimpeded view. He sure did have a gorgeous arse. There was no doubt about that. I looked at the area where I knew his arsehole was. It was hidden like a buried treasure, that only a lucky few will ever find, if anyone at all, marked with tufts of seemingly well groomed black hair, curling out from within, like a cross on a treasure map. I placed the fingers of my right hand exactly at that spot. I wished I could start digging but instead I gave them a wiggle to let Matt know I was coming through. I pushed my hand between his legs, through the warmth, writhing through the tight gap. My head rested, on its side, near Matt's back and I cupped his hairy balls in my hand.

Matt gasped.

"Sorry," I said. "I should have warmed my hands up first." I caressed his balls lightly in my hand, teasing them with my thumb. I jiggled them about and then I let them rest snuggly in my loose grasp. I thought I heard Matt sigh, but I wasn't sure. I looked down at my forearm and forced it further upwards into Matt's crack, bisecting both cheeks. With my hand I continued to explore around his balls, hoping to touch his penis, accidentally. It wasn't until I reached further up that I found it's rigid base, the rest of it out of my immediate reach, pointing up towards his belly button, erect. "Oh!," I exclaimed, surprised.

"What?," asked Matt.

"Nothing," I said, flustered. I squeezed the base of his cock against his abdomen and then between two fingers. There was an audible sigh. This time I'm sure I wasn't mistaken. As I withdrew my hand, I brushed my fingers against the underside of his scrotum and then out and up over the lips of his crack. It was the best I could do within Matt's strict rules of what was allowed. The first half of the dare was complete.

While I still had the chance, with Matt still turned the other way, I closed my eyes and smelt his scent on my hand. And then reluctantly, with my erection bursting unabated within my underpants, I clasped Matt's underwear and pulled them up over his buttocks, followed by his jeans, covering the view that had been only too fleeting. While Matt secured them in place, I gave him a playful slap, the type of victory slap I had received from my rugby teammates earlier in the day, on his clothed backside. "There you go," I said.

"That wasn't as difficult as you thought, was it?," said Matt, pulling and manipulating things at the front of his jeans before re-seating himself. "Did you get a good feel of my balls?"

"Your balls? Oh ... yeah ... I did. I hope I didn't touch anything else by accident."

"Not enough to disqualify you." Matt sat up on the edge of his chair eagerly. "Ok mate. It's your turn now. Come over here and I'll have a look at your arse."

I stood up, stretching my arms above my head and yawning nervously, once again. "Where do you want me to stand then?," I asked.

"Over here mate," he said, pointing to a spot on the floor in front of him.

"When you see it, don't laugh, ok?," I said.

"I won't laugh," said Matt, laughing. He gestured a spinning motion with a hand. "Turn around mate. Let me have a look at this arse of yours."

"Don't laugh," I repeated, as I turned.

Matt wasn't wasting any time. He quickly tugged on my pants, which initially didn't budge. "You're going to have to undo your belt and fly Jeff," he advised. "That's it mate, hold the front so that I don't pull them all the way down, relax. Just let me know if you want me to stop at any time. Ok, I'm going to pull them down now."

As I felt Matt pulling at the back of my pants, I closed my eyes. He did it in one motion, my trousers and underpants together. They came to rest around my thighs, as I struggled to keep myself decent at the front, only the material of my underpants preventing the tip of my erection from popping out. Matt lifted my shirt up to my shoulders and tugged further on my pants, trying to reveal every square inch of bare skin he could muster. I was acutely aware that my back side was now officially naked.

"You know mate, you really have a nice arse," said Matt. "You shouldn't be so embarrassed by it. It's one of the best arses I've seen."

I continued to keep my eyes shut through the minute of complete silence that followed. You could hear a pin drop. "How long are you going to look at it?," I asked impatiently.

"The dare didn't specify a time limit," Matt argued. "We could be here all night if I decide I want to look at it for that long. You have a great arse."

Another minute passed until my shirt dropped down my back and I suddenly felt the cheeks of my arse being parted around my anus. "Hey!," I protested.

"Oh sorry, my hands slipped," explained Matt. "It was an accident. I didn't mean to see your arsehole like that. Sorry. I don't know how that happened. I'm going to have to ask you to spread your legs a little bit. I won't be able to get my hand through there."

"I'll do my best," I replied. "I won't be able to spread them too far with my pants half down like this." In the end, I managed to spread my feet about six inches apart.

"I'm going to feel your balls now," announced Matt.

It was then that the pleasant sensation of Matt's fingers on my nether regions began. It started just below my arsehole and slowly moved inwards between my legs. But then progress halted. Matt began to rub on the area underneath, right at the sweet spot between my anus and scrotum, pressing lightly into the flesh, towards my balls and back again, stopping just short of my hole, stimulating my prostate. "Is that ok?," asked Matt quietly.

The nice feelings Matt's caressing generated hadn't made me lose total sight of the game. I spoke, biting my lip, trying to keep the sensations in check, holding my underpants with one hand over my bursting erection, and my trousers with the other, as Matt continued to rub. "Oh ... but ... that wasn't mentioned in the dare," I said.

"Yes it was," argued Matt. "The dare said to put my hand through your legs and feel your balls. This part, I'm rubbing now, is part of your ball sac."

"My scrotum doesn't go all the way to my anus," I said, finding it difficult to concentrate. "You're rubbing my perineum. That has nothing to do with my ball sac."

"Oh, sorry mate. I didn't know that. Just relax. It feels good, doesn't it?," he whispered, still rubbing, but now deeper and more vigorously.

"Oh shit .... argh," I moaned. I looked down. There was precum seeping through the material of my underpants, forming a damp patch where the head of my penis was trying to ram it's way through. It was then that I became aware of Matt's fingers on the underside of my scrotum. He massaged there now too, up between my balls and back, to the inner edge of my arsehole. His hand disappeared, but quickly returned, his fingers slippery and slick. He spread his saliva over the area and continued to rub, almost up to my penis now, and back towards my anus again. "Oh fuck," I blurted. Then he engulfed my balls in his hand. As he fumbled around and occasionally applied downward pressure on them, a wave of bliss travelled up my erection, as the skin tightened around it. Then I felt one of his fingers on the underside of my penis, working it's way up the sensitive skin of my erection.

"Sorry," said Matt, quietly apologising. "I didn't mean to touch your cock like that mate. It was accidental."

When I looked down I could see Matt's hand fumbling around, stretching my underpants. Instinctively, I lowered the front of my pants a bit to give him more room. The combination of his hand and my erection formed a huge bulge, eventually causing both to pop out the top of my underpants. I watched as he gave a couple of flicks of the loose skin below the head of my cock with a finger, and a drop of precum leaked down onto it. Matt swirled the tip of his lubed finger around the head, spreading the drops of juice over the slippery surface. I closed my eyes, wanting to fully enjoy the sensations, and think about what Matt was doing with my body. He pushed his hand through further and he encircled the base of my erection in his fist, his palm facing my abdomen Then he began to stroke it, up and down, spreading more of the precum over it's length.

"Does that feel good mate?," he whispered.

I mumbled something that even I couldn't decipher. Without realising, I began to hump against Matt's hand, moving my hips forward and back, his fist moving up and down my cock. Euphoria was starting to build. Suddenly and disappointingly, I felt his hand withdrawing. There was one final tug on my balls and then his hand continued on, back out through my legs. I wanted to finish myself off, but couldn't see a way of doing so without embarrassing myself. I felt the back of my shirt being lifted to my shoulders, Matt's hand now on my back, keeping it there, and there were some further tugs downwards on my pants. Then there was another minute of complete silence, by which time the immediate urge to shoot my load began to diminish. "Have you finished?," I asked belatedly. There was no answer. Instead, Matt let go of my shirt and pulled up my underpants and my trousers quietly. It was just as well the dare was over. I wasn't too far away from shooting long projectiles of cum all over the floor, and probably Matt's hand. As I refastened my belt, and regathered my composure, I turned to face him, as he remained seated. "Matt," I said quietly.

"What?"

"You really should be disqualified from the game for that," I put to him.

Matt looked down at my crotch, my arousal quite evident in the front of my pants. For some reason, I made no attempt to hide it. "Really? Why?," he asked.

"You were only supposed to feel my balls," I argued.

He looked into my eyes now. "I'm sorry mate. Did I touch something by mistake? What did I do wrong?"

"You felt my ... you know ... my penis," I said.

"I thought I may have. It was an accident. It was so hard to work out what I was doing. I couldn't see. When I explained the dare to you, I pointed out that we may touch other bits accidentally. So I shouldn't be disqualified for that. Your ball sac is attached to your cock so there was a pretty good chance that I would touch it by mistake, especially when you consider that I was sitting behind you and couldn't see a thing."

"But you were almost touching my anus too," I complained.

"There's no way I should be disqualified mate. I thought that bit between your balls and your arsehole was part of your ball sac. I can't help it if I was hopeless at biology at school. Where's the cards?"

"Down by your chair," I said, lowering myself into the chair opposite him. I knew what Matt was up to. If I hadn't been worked up into such a state of horniness, the game would have ended here.

Matt picked up the cards and I watched his awesome facial features as he shuffled. Just watching quietly. "Thanks," I said suddenly.

"Thanks? For what mate?"

"For not laughing. I thought you were going to laugh at me ... you know ... my backside and stuff," I said. "It was kind of weird having you pull down my pants like that and looking at my bum .. and having you feel my ... you know ..."

Matt put the cards down on the floor between us. "Man, I wouldn't laugh at your arse. You have a great arse. Your body looks great. You're athletic. That's why you're so good at rugby. You're handsome. You've got brains. You're the complete package. There's no need to be shy. You're a good guy Jeff." Matt looked down at the floor and after a pause he lifted his eyes and eyebrows up at me. "Did you like the stuff we were doing to each other before?," he said sheepishly.

"Well ... um ... what stuff?"

"The stuff in the dare that we did to each other. You know. Did you like it?," asked Matt.

"Oh ... um ..."

"Don't worry mate. No one will find out. I'll take that as a yes." Matt picked up the cards from the floor, sat back in the chair and began to shuffle them. "Do you want to keep playing?"

"Yeah ... ok ... why not? I'm good at games. I don't want to lose that easily."

All of a sudden, Matt looked very enthusiastic. "Good. That's settled then. I've got an idea actually," he said.

"Oh yeah? What?," I asked, with trepidation.

"I would like to change the game to make it more exciting."

"In what way?"

"Well," Matt explained. "The truth part of it is boring. You asked me whether I had ever stolen anything. Neither of us are interested in that stupid stuff. We should change the game from truth or dare to just dare. What do you reckon mate?"

"You mean we should just draw cards, but the loser will have no choice but to do a dare?"

Matt placed the pack of cards on the floor between us. "Yeah. It will be better that way. What do you think?," he asked, one hand in a pocket of his jeans, scratching at whatever was causing the bulge at the front of them.

"Ok, I'm game," I said. "We'll change it as long as you put those kings you've got hidden under the pillow of your chair back into the deck."

Matt rearranged his crotch, stood and lifted the pillow, acting surprised at what he found. "Ooops," he said, grinning. "I don't know how they got there."

I picked up the cards from the floor. "I think you know exactly how they got there Matt. I wasn't born yesterday." I said. Matt, still grinning, handed me the kings, which I placed back in the deck, and I shuffled. Then I placed the cards back on the floor. We sat opposite each other, elbows on knees, looking down at the floor expectantly, in a mini huddle. I cut the deck. Matt took a card and turned it face up on the floor. It was a nine. I took the next card in the deck and placed it beside his.

 

[sheep]

Naughty he is! And I'm hornier than a two peckered owl

 

[Kyanimal]

Don't! Stop!! Don't Stop, Now!!!

Let "The GAME" proceed!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[Craiger]

Ooooh! I could just feel the warmth and inhale the scent as Jeff inserted his hand through Matt's legs. But the best part was feeling the rigid base and knowing it was as hard as I am right now....................JAG, you are the best. There will be no sleep allowed until the next chapter is finished and published for our perusal. I can hardly wait.

Craiger

 

[redbomb]

damn man, great chapter!
looking forward to reading the next one

 

[DaveMate]

Matt's hands slipped. Yeah right!
Thanks for the great comments guys.

 

[DonQuixote]

JaG, mate,
I'm so glad Ra's BF, DaveMate, and his sexy sexy arse decided to put pen to e-paper!

I've started to read your chapters a few times, but was too tired to work my wal all the way through, in addition to other goings on.

What a great way to segue from HBB's Birthday and into mine, than reading a wee bit of your prurient fun.

I think DaveMate should show me HIS sexy sexy arse as a birthday present, don't you?

Just post a FULL reveal pic - either here, or in that other thread that you and Autolycus are fond of updating, and point me in the right direction.

Oh, Great, lusty tale, by the way.

And that horned toad, Matt, is as lovable and sexy as ever.
Jeff's not bad, either.

 

[DaveMate]

What a great way to segue from HBB's Birthday and into mine, than reading a wee bit of your prurient fun.

I think DaveMate should show me HIS sexy sexy arse as a birthday present, don't you?

Happy Birthday DonQ.

You may have to imagine what DaveMate's arse looks like. He doesn't shower with his undies on, so it's clean.

Instead, here's another guy's arse for you :
https://forums.justusboys.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=587830&stc=1&d=1311344528

I haven't started on a new chapter of this story yet.