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The Impotence of being Earnest.
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Chapter 17- Love, Letters and Leaving.
Things were starting to look up again and I was thankful for that. Over the next week, I spent a great deal of my time with Sandra, doing things that new couples do. I made a point, however, of not staying over hers as I didn’t want to go through the same situation as last time.
The week got even better when, on Wednesday, I had a call from the property company telling me that all my forms had gone through on the house and the keys were ready to be picked up whenever I wanted. I went round that evening after work and drove to my new place with Sandra.
She didn’t seem overly impressed with it, only a few of the rooms were in a fit state to be lived in but, after all the drama that had currently been unfolding at Grant’s house, I changed my plan slightly and decided to move in to the liveable parts of the house and do-up the rest. I also figured that it would make it easier for me to do smaller bits of the renovation in the evenings if I was on-site.
I broke the new to Grant and Stephen that evening, and they seemed genuinely upset that I would be moving out. I decided to wait until the following weekend; the week before the wedding. Thankfully, they didn’t have any ‘bridezilla’ moments about this and even said they’d throw me a leaving party on the Friday evening.
In all the excitement of a new girlfriend and houses, I’d not seen Matt at all. I’d heard from Stephen that he was staying at his Grandma’s whilst his mum and dad tried, quite unsuccessfully from what I’d heard, to sort out whatever it was they had to sort out. He had text me a couple of times but only generic “Hi, how are you?” texts, and I had replied to all of them without getting involved in conversation.
This, however, all changed (as it always does) on the Friday, a week before my scheduled party. I arrived home from another near-perfect date with Sandra and Grant, Stephen and Matt were sitting around the dining table looking fraught and drinking coffee.
Before I’d even registered what was going on, Grant pulled back the chair next to him and signalled for me to sit down. “You might want to grab yourself a cup too,” he half-suggested, half-ordered.
I sat down in the seat, Grant and Stephen were both looking at me; Matt was staring down into his cup, playing with a piece of paper.
“What’s happened?” I asked.
Matt slid me the piece of paper.
Dear Matthew,
As you know, things between your father and I have been difficult for a while now and we’ve decided that, although we still love each other, we can’t be together any more.
By the time you read this letter, I will have gone. I’m not going to tell you where because I know you’ll follow me and your life is here with your friends who can be a much stronger foundation for you than I will ever be. But, I will be in touch when I have got myself sorted and would love you to come and visit.
My decision has nothing to do with you, Matthew. I am so proud of all the things you have accomplished and been through and I love you unconditionally but I need to take this time for myself in order to sort out my head and my heart.
All my love, as always.
Mum.
I looked at him, “Gran gave it to me when I got home from work,” he said in a matter of fact tone.
“I have no idea what to say, I’m so sorry Matt.” I was on the verge of tears
“That’s not the end of it though,” he looked down into his mug again “Dad doesn’t want me back home, he said mum was the only reason he allowed me to still live there.”
“Oh…shit…Can you still stay at your Gran’s?”
“Mum was her sole carer. With mum gone she’s going to have to go into a home.” He was crying now.
“We’ve said he can stay here for the time being,” Stephen put his arm round Matt.
“But,” Grant interjected “we’re going away for a month following the wedding and we don’t want to leave Matt here on his own. I think you know what we’re saying, Ernie. Can he come and stay with you, just until he gets himself sorted?”
“I…Uhh…”
“See!” Matt cried, “I told you it was pointless even asking.”
“No, Matt, it just took me off guard, that’s all. It’s just that the house has two bedrooms and they are both ok, but the rest of the house is in a pretty bad state and it’s going to need lots of work.”
“I can help though,” he interjected “I am really good at DIY and it was part of my job in the army. You’ll get things done much quicker with two people, I won’t need paying either- I’ll help you because you’re helping me. I’ll even buy the groceries every week. Please Ernie, it won’t be for long.”
“It doesn’t look like I have a choice, does it?” I said angrily and walked out.
I was fucking pissed at this, I’d been ganged up on and guilt-tripped into making the decision. Matt was a good kid, but they both knew the history and could obviously understand why I didn’t think it was the best idea. I headed up to my room where, predictably, Grant came storming in after me.
“Ten out of ten for appropriate reaction, Ernie!” he said sarcastically. “The poor kid has just had his entire life ripped out from underneath him and, once again, it’s all about Ernie.”
“Hold up! He could stay here, so don’t give me all that crap! I come home and am virtually told that he’s coming to stay with me, I didn’t have any say in the matter!”
“He needs to be around someone he trusts, Ernie. If he’s not gone from yours by the time we get back, we’ll have him here. I know it’s a lot to take in…”
“Too fucking right it is! I hate how the decision seems to have been made for me!”
“Well! If you don’t want him to stay then you can go down and tell him directly.” He shouted.
“But…I can’t do that!”
“See, I knew you couldn’t because you care about him too much!” his tone changed. “It’s not going to be for long, Ernie. But he needs someone, he’s lost everything- think about how you felt when you lost Rose, that’s what he’s going through now.”
As soon as he said that, I knew he was right. There was no way I could abandon him, he’d been left with nothing and was probably questioning his purpose in life; just like I did- all those years ago.
Grant left the room without saying another word and, I few seconds later, I followed him downstairs.
“Sorry, Kiddo…It all just got a bit too much there. Of course you can come and stay with me for a while- as long as you’re prepared to muck in.”
“Thanks, Ernie.” He smiled “you don’t know how much that means to me. I’ll do whatever I can to help out, I’m good at wiring.”
“That’s a start,” I said “the whole house could do with an overhaul in that department.”
“Right, who needs a beer?” Grant broke the silence.
“Me!” We all said.
During the evening we made a plan to go to Matt’s house and get a few things to keep him going for the week ahead. He phoned his Dad who reluctantly agreed to let him keep the majority of his things there until he got a permanent place sorted. He also said that he didn’t want Matt to go round while he was at the house so, although it upset Matt a lot, they arranged a time where they wouldn’t bump into each other. Matt handled it better than I thought; it was obvious that, despite their apparent resolution, Matt had always known that his Dad would never fully accept him or his lifestyle.
He stayed on the sofa that night; he knew he was too emotional to try getting into bed with me. I did genuinely feel sorry for him, I was just too selfish to admit it.
* * *
The weekend was fairly uneventful in terms of big drama. I saw Sandra and stayed over for the first time- we tried to see if we could get it to work, and although it got a bit harder than the previous attempt, it was still nowhere near hard enough. So I ate her out and gave her a fucking good orgasm that way instead!
It was really nice to have Matt around the house; the more I got to know him the more I saw what a decent guy he was. He was so appreciative to Grant and Stephen for letting him stay that he cooked dinner every night and cleaned on his days off. Grant kept making wisecracks about how I’d never been that efficient- I told him where he could sick his efficiency.
As the week drew to a close, I was busy packing my stuff up ready for the big move on Saturday. We’d been round to Matt’s to get the stuff that he’d need and put all of it in the garage ready for a clean getaway. Grant and Stephen had invited the usual group to the party and they’d even asked me to bring Sandra too. At first, I didn’t think it was the best idea but she’d got on well with them last time she’d met them so I didn’t see why not.
It turns out, that it was the worst decision of my life…
Things were starting to look up again and I was thankful for that. Over the next week, I spent a great deal of my time with Sandra, doing things that new couples do. I made a point, however, of not staying over hers as I didn’t want to go through the same situation as last time.
The week got even better when, on Wednesday, I had a call from the property company telling me that all my forms had gone through on the house and the keys were ready to be picked up whenever I wanted. I went round that evening after work and drove to my new place with Sandra.
She didn’t seem overly impressed with it, only a few of the rooms were in a fit state to be lived in but, after all the drama that had currently been unfolding at Grant’s house, I changed my plan slightly and decided to move in to the liveable parts of the house and do-up the rest. I also figured that it would make it easier for me to do smaller bits of the renovation in the evenings if I was on-site.
I broke the new to Grant and Stephen that evening, and they seemed genuinely upset that I would be moving out. I decided to wait until the following weekend; the week before the wedding. Thankfully, they didn’t have any ‘bridezilla’ moments about this and even said they’d throw me a leaving party on the Friday evening.
In all the excitement of a new girlfriend and houses, I’d not seen Matt at all. I’d heard from Stephen that he was staying at his Grandma’s whilst his mum and dad tried, quite unsuccessfully from what I’d heard, to sort out whatever it was they had to sort out. He had text me a couple of times but only generic “Hi, how are you?” texts, and I had replied to all of them without getting involved in conversation.
This, however, all changed (as it always does) on the Friday, a week before my scheduled party. I arrived home from another near-perfect date with Sandra and Grant, Stephen and Matt were sitting around the dining table looking fraught and drinking coffee.
Before I’d even registered what was going on, Grant pulled back the chair next to him and signalled for me to sit down. “You might want to grab yourself a cup too,” he half-suggested, half-ordered.
I sat down in the seat, Grant and Stephen were both looking at me; Matt was staring down into his cup, playing with a piece of paper.
“What’s happened?” I asked.
Matt slid me the piece of paper.
Dear Matthew,
As you know, things between your father and I have been difficult for a while now and we’ve decided that, although we still love each other, we can’t be together any more.
By the time you read this letter, I will have gone. I’m not going to tell you where because I know you’ll follow me and your life is here with your friends who can be a much stronger foundation for you than I will ever be. But, I will be in touch when I have got myself sorted and would love you to come and visit.
My decision has nothing to do with you, Matthew. I am so proud of all the things you have accomplished and been through and I love you unconditionally but I need to take this time for myself in order to sort out my head and my heart.
All my love, as always.
Mum.
I looked at him, “Gran gave it to me when I got home from work,” he said in a matter of fact tone.
“I have no idea what to say, I’m so sorry Matt.” I was on the verge of tears
“That’s not the end of it though,” he looked down into his mug again “Dad doesn’t want me back home, he said mum was the only reason he allowed me to still live there.”
“Oh…shit…Can you still stay at your Gran’s?”
“Mum was her sole carer. With mum gone she’s going to have to go into a home.” He was crying now.
“We’ve said he can stay here for the time being,” Stephen put his arm round Matt.
“But,” Grant interjected “we’re going away for a month following the wedding and we don’t want to leave Matt here on his own. I think you know what we’re saying, Ernie. Can he come and stay with you, just until he gets himself sorted?”
“I…Uhh…”
“See!” Matt cried, “I told you it was pointless even asking.”
“No, Matt, it just took me off guard, that’s all. It’s just that the house has two bedrooms and they are both ok, but the rest of the house is in a pretty bad state and it’s going to need lots of work.”
“I can help though,” he interjected “I am really good at DIY and it was part of my job in the army. You’ll get things done much quicker with two people, I won’t need paying either- I’ll help you because you’re helping me. I’ll even buy the groceries every week. Please Ernie, it won’t be for long.”
“It doesn’t look like I have a choice, does it?” I said angrily and walked out.
I was fucking pissed at this, I’d been ganged up on and guilt-tripped into making the decision. Matt was a good kid, but they both knew the history and could obviously understand why I didn’t think it was the best idea. I headed up to my room where, predictably, Grant came storming in after me.
“Ten out of ten for appropriate reaction, Ernie!” he said sarcastically. “The poor kid has just had his entire life ripped out from underneath him and, once again, it’s all about Ernie.”
“Hold up! He could stay here, so don’t give me all that crap! I come home and am virtually told that he’s coming to stay with me, I didn’t have any say in the matter!”
“He needs to be around someone he trusts, Ernie. If he’s not gone from yours by the time we get back, we’ll have him here. I know it’s a lot to take in…”
“Too fucking right it is! I hate how the decision seems to have been made for me!”
“Well! If you don’t want him to stay then you can go down and tell him directly.” He shouted.
“But…I can’t do that!”
“See, I knew you couldn’t because you care about him too much!” his tone changed. “It’s not going to be for long, Ernie. But he needs someone, he’s lost everything- think about how you felt when you lost Rose, that’s what he’s going through now.”
As soon as he said that, I knew he was right. There was no way I could abandon him, he’d been left with nothing and was probably questioning his purpose in life; just like I did- all those years ago.
Grant left the room without saying another word and, I few seconds later, I followed him downstairs.
“Sorry, Kiddo…It all just got a bit too much there. Of course you can come and stay with me for a while- as long as you’re prepared to muck in.”
“Thanks, Ernie.” He smiled “you don’t know how much that means to me. I’ll do whatever I can to help out, I’m good at wiring.”
“That’s a start,” I said “the whole house could do with an overhaul in that department.”
“Right, who needs a beer?” Grant broke the silence.
“Me!” We all said.
During the evening we made a plan to go to Matt’s house and get a few things to keep him going for the week ahead. He phoned his Dad who reluctantly agreed to let him keep the majority of his things there until he got a permanent place sorted. He also said that he didn’t want Matt to go round while he was at the house so, although it upset Matt a lot, they arranged a time where they wouldn’t bump into each other. Matt handled it better than I thought; it was obvious that, despite their apparent resolution, Matt had always known that his Dad would never fully accept him or his lifestyle.
He stayed on the sofa that night; he knew he was too emotional to try getting into bed with me. I did genuinely feel sorry for him, I was just too selfish to admit it.
* * *
The weekend was fairly uneventful in terms of big drama. I saw Sandra and stayed over for the first time- we tried to see if we could get it to work, and although it got a bit harder than the previous attempt, it was still nowhere near hard enough. So I ate her out and gave her a fucking good orgasm that way instead!
It was really nice to have Matt around the house; the more I got to know him the more I saw what a decent guy he was. He was so appreciative to Grant and Stephen for letting him stay that he cooked dinner every night and cleaned on his days off. Grant kept making wisecracks about how I’d never been that efficient- I told him where he could sick his efficiency.
As the week drew to a close, I was busy packing my stuff up ready for the big move on Saturday. We’d been round to Matt’s to get the stuff that he’d need and put all of it in the garage ready for a clean getaway. Grant and Stephen had invited the usual group to the party and they’d even asked me to bring Sandra too. At first, I didn’t think it was the best idea but she’d got on well with them last time she’d met them so I didn’t see why not.
It turns out, that it was the worst decision of my life…
pe_gay89
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I just found this story today, and I love it! 
Great work.
Great work.
King08
Slut
Nice update. I wonder if the bad decision could come from the fact that Matt likes Ernie and I believe that Sandra is just playing games with Ernie.
pe_gay89
Porn Star
Ah now I'm intrigued. Looking forward to it even more now!
King08
Slut
I don't know. Sandra comes off to me as someone only intrigued because she can't get a as she sees it "straight" guy off.
Also I have the bad feeling that you mean blow a hole literally.
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Ominous, but intriguing end to the chapter. Thanks, jobbio.
A purposely short chapter for maximum impact- if you're left wanting more: read it twice!
Chapter 18- The Ultimatum
On the Friday evening, the partygoers began arriving at about 8. It was the usual crowd of faggots including a few more I’d never met. Rob, Tyrone, Dull-Michael, Matt and Stephen were playing a drinking game in the living room as Grant made the other guests feel welcome; Sandra and I were in the kitchen talking.
“It’s so nice they’ve gone to all this trouble for you,” she said, admiring the big pink “Good Luck, Ernie!” cake that Stephen had ordered to look as gay as possible.
“Yeah, it is.”
“You’re gonna miss living here aren’t you?” She smiled at me.
“In a way, but gays do have a habit of attracting drama and I definitely won’t miss that!” I laughed.
“Come on then, let’s go through to the lounge. I bet they think we’re being really anti-social in here.” She grabbed me by the wrist and I pulled her back to kiss her.
“I’d rather stay in here with you,” I whispered as I put both hands on her ass and pulled her in close.
She jokingly slapped me on the face and dragged me into the lounge. We took a seat around the table and the guys explained the rules to a game called “Ring of Fire,” which involved cards, more rules than I could remember and a pint glass full of various types of alcohol which the loser was expected to drink. I was sitting next to Stephen who was getting more and more drunk, and having to keep leaning on me for support.
I was surprised by how well Sandra managed to hold her own during the game, she seemed to remember all the rules and kept pointing out when I fucked up, therefore making me drink even more. Thankfully, after a while she decided to take pity on me, the other guys were so drunk that they didn’t even notice that I’d broken a few rules.
We played for another few rounds, by which time Grant and the others had joined in forcing us to procure another pack of cards and therefore extending the game time. By now, Stephen’s lolling head was resting on my shoulder; he could hardly lift his glass. Luckily, the next card I drew was a toilet card- giving me the well-earned chance of a bathroom break (you weren’t able to leave unless you had a toilet card.)
I drunkenly stumbled up to the bathroom and went about my business. I was mid-flow when the door flung open and I looked round to see Stephen standing in the doorway.
“Oi! I’m trying to piss here!” I laughed.
“I can see, do you need a hand?” He walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
“Very funny, Stephen.” I turned back to face the toilet.
Stephen came up behind me and reached out for my cock at which point I grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand away.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I whispered as angrily as I could.
“I’m going to make you cum, just like Matt does.”
“Stephen, you’re drunk and you’re being an idiot. Stop joking around and lets get back downstairs.” I pushed my dick back into my jeans and zipped up the fly.
“I’m not joking, Ernie. I’ve wanted you for ages and you’re leaving tomorrow it’s the perfect opportunity for us to have some fun” He was standing close enough to kiss me.
“Well it’s not going to happen. You’re getting married to my best friend and I’m not gay.”
“I’m sure Matt would dispute that.” He reached out and grabbed my crotch and began to start massaging my balls.
“Stephen, you’re being an asshole!” I pushed him away again.
“I’m telling you the truth, I want to please you, Ernie. So, either you let me suck your cock or I’ll go downstairs and tell Sandra all about you and Matt.” He looked serious.
“Bullshit! Besides, she’d never believe you.”
“Yeah, but I know you Ernie and I know, if I did tell her, you couldn’t lie to her. You leave this bathroom now and I swear to god I’ll tell her everything.”
“I’m willing to take that chance.” I pushed passed him and unlocked the door, I looked back at him and spat “you’re a fucking mess,” before I headed downstairs to rejoin the game.
Before I’d even reached the lounge my phone beeped with a text from Stephen:
I meant it, I’ll tell her- you have one week to give me what I want.
I pushed my phone back into my pocket without giving it another thought. He often got stupid when he was drunk so I figured we’d just be able to laugh it off in the morning, like usual.
Stephen didn’t emerge from upstairs for the rest of the evening, when Grant went to check on him, he found him passed out in the bathroom and carried him to bed.
Chapter 18- The Ultimatum
On the Friday evening, the partygoers began arriving at about 8. It was the usual crowd of faggots including a few more I’d never met. Rob, Tyrone, Dull-Michael, Matt and Stephen were playing a drinking game in the living room as Grant made the other guests feel welcome; Sandra and I were in the kitchen talking.
“It’s so nice they’ve gone to all this trouble for you,” she said, admiring the big pink “Good Luck, Ernie!” cake that Stephen had ordered to look as gay as possible.
“Yeah, it is.”
“You’re gonna miss living here aren’t you?” She smiled at me.
“In a way, but gays do have a habit of attracting drama and I definitely won’t miss that!” I laughed.
“Come on then, let’s go through to the lounge. I bet they think we’re being really anti-social in here.” She grabbed me by the wrist and I pulled her back to kiss her.
“I’d rather stay in here with you,” I whispered as I put both hands on her ass and pulled her in close.
She jokingly slapped me on the face and dragged me into the lounge. We took a seat around the table and the guys explained the rules to a game called “Ring of Fire,” which involved cards, more rules than I could remember and a pint glass full of various types of alcohol which the loser was expected to drink. I was sitting next to Stephen who was getting more and more drunk, and having to keep leaning on me for support.
I was surprised by how well Sandra managed to hold her own during the game, she seemed to remember all the rules and kept pointing out when I fucked up, therefore making me drink even more. Thankfully, after a while she decided to take pity on me, the other guys were so drunk that they didn’t even notice that I’d broken a few rules.
We played for another few rounds, by which time Grant and the others had joined in forcing us to procure another pack of cards and therefore extending the game time. By now, Stephen’s lolling head was resting on my shoulder; he could hardly lift his glass. Luckily, the next card I drew was a toilet card- giving me the well-earned chance of a bathroom break (you weren’t able to leave unless you had a toilet card.)
I drunkenly stumbled up to the bathroom and went about my business. I was mid-flow when the door flung open and I looked round to see Stephen standing in the doorway.
“Oi! I’m trying to piss here!” I laughed.
“I can see, do you need a hand?” He walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
“Very funny, Stephen.” I turned back to face the toilet.
Stephen came up behind me and reached out for my cock at which point I grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand away.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I whispered as angrily as I could.
“I’m going to make you cum, just like Matt does.”
“Stephen, you’re drunk and you’re being an idiot. Stop joking around and lets get back downstairs.” I pushed my dick back into my jeans and zipped up the fly.
“I’m not joking, Ernie. I’ve wanted you for ages and you’re leaving tomorrow it’s the perfect opportunity for us to have some fun” He was standing close enough to kiss me.
“Well it’s not going to happen. You’re getting married to my best friend and I’m not gay.”
“I’m sure Matt would dispute that.” He reached out and grabbed my crotch and began to start massaging my balls.
“Stephen, you’re being an asshole!” I pushed him away again.
“I’m telling you the truth, I want to please you, Ernie. So, either you let me suck your cock or I’ll go downstairs and tell Sandra all about you and Matt.” He looked serious.
“Bullshit! Besides, she’d never believe you.”
“Yeah, but I know you Ernie and I know, if I did tell her, you couldn’t lie to her. You leave this bathroom now and I swear to god I’ll tell her everything.”
“I’m willing to take that chance.” I pushed passed him and unlocked the door, I looked back at him and spat “you’re a fucking mess,” before I headed downstairs to rejoin the game.
Before I’d even reached the lounge my phone beeped with a text from Stephen:
I meant it, I’ll tell her- you have one week to give me what I want.
I pushed my phone back into my pocket without giving it another thought. He often got stupid when he was drunk so I figured we’d just be able to laugh it off in the morning, like usual.
Stephen didn’t emerge from upstairs for the rest of the evening, when Grant went to check on him, he found him passed out in the bathroom and carried him to bed.
Nick,
Is that "demon Rum" getting the better of Stephen?
He's not so quietly had the hots for Ernie, and his Fiance' knows, and it's HIS one concern.
Will he or won't he? Was he just drunk, or has he finally hit the point of needing to "know" him?
A definite cliff hanger and ball buster!
Looking forward to your next installment into the lives of these close knit friends and lovers.
Thanks for you continued efforts. You have become quite adept at grabbing us where it counts and holding on! LOL
Thanks!
Is that "demon Rum" getting the better of Stephen?
He's not so quietly had the hots for Ernie, and his Fiance' knows, and it's HIS one concern.
Will he or won't he? Was he just drunk, or has he finally hit the point of needing to "know" him?
A definite cliff hanger and ball buster!
Looking forward to your next installment into the lives of these close knit friends and lovers.
Thanks for you continued efforts. You have become quite adept at grabbing us where it counts and holding on! LOL
Thanks!
Wow! It feels odd returning to this after so long- but I promised I'd finish it and finish it I will. I've had to do a lot of catching up with Ernie and his friends so apologies for the short length of this chapter and any inconsistencies.
A big thank you to those who have supported the story so far and I hope any new readers will enjoy meeting Ernie, his friends and his unique situation.
Sorry, it's taken so long- a busy full time job alongside a demanding Masters course is not as easy as I thought it would be.
Nick
Chapter 19- Sober
True to our word, Matt and I awoke early the next morning and began packing for the move. We reckoned we could do it in two trips but we accepted Sandra’s offer of help which meant we could get it in one.
I said goodbye to Grant and the others who had all passed out in the lounge, and told Grant I would be back in the week to go through the final plans for the wedding. I was a bit annoyed that I didn’t get chance to smooth things over with Stephen as he was still passed out in the bed but I left him a text, just to say thanks for letting me stay.
*
We arrived at the house and took all our things to the appropriate rooms, I know it needed a lot of work but it felt like home already.
Matt was busying himself in his room, trying to put an IKEA bed together which, although the instructions required two people, he was adamant he could do on his own. It was only when I heard him yell “STUPID-FUCKING-THING” through the adjoining wall that I left Sandra putting up the curtains and went to help him.
“Ok, Kiddo?”
“Yeah, it says I have to hold this while I connect that.”
“I’ll give you a hand- I told you you needed two people.”
“Thanks, Ernie.”
It didn’t take use long after that, within moment the bed was up and the mattress was on.
“Well, try it out then!” I suggested and Matt jumped on the bed.
“It’s really comfy,” he smiled “come and have a go!”
Without thinking I jumped onto the bed and lay looking up at the ceiling. I turned my head to the right and Matt was looking back at me. Our eyes met and it felt odd being so close to him, but a good kind of odd. He smiled, he had a great smile, and I smiled back.
“Look at you two, like a married couple!” Sandra interrupted.
“Come try it out!” Matt beamed as Sandra jumped on the bed too.
“Oooooh, that’s nice” she exhaled “I might spend some nights sleeping with you, Matt.”
We all laughed.
By the time it was dark, there was some semblance of order within the house. We ordered Chinese and sat in lounge on mismatching chairs pulled round an upturned moving box which we used as a makeshift table. I explained to them both my plans for the rooms that we had to do up. The lounge just needed decorating; the kitchen needed a complete overhall; the conservatory needed a few new panes of glass and tidying and the bathroom needed a lot of work and a new door.
We decided to use the dining room as the lounge for the time being and start with getting that sorted while I chose a kitchen I wanted. Matt was still happy to help with the wiring and general repairing, he kept referring to being ‘good with his hands’ followed by lots of cheeky grins in my direction.
As I was emptying the takeaway cartons, my phone beeped in my pocket. It was a text. From Stephen. It read:
Don’t think that was the drink talking last night, Ernie. You still have one week to give me what I want or I swear I’ll tell her everything.
What the fuck was I supposed to do? I deleted the text and headed inside.
Shortly after Sandra left, I was lying in bed wondering what to do about the situation with Stephen. I’d not given it much thought earlier as I’d passed it off as a drunken text which everybody sends. But now this was real, he must have been sober when he sent the second text. I just couldn’t work out what to do, I couldn’t tell Sandra- she’d dump me on the spot if she found out I’d been fooling around with a guy. Grant was out of the question and Matt wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. I took a while but I fell into a very uneasy sleep.
I was back in the corridor, but this time there were no doors. It was exactly the same as it has been all those years ago but there were no doors. I could hear Debbie screaming, screaming like she was in pain and that something was wrong. I ran down the corridor, the sound got closer but there was no door- I knew I was in the right place but there was no door- just Debbie’s screams coming through the wall. I wanted to kick the wall but my legs wouldn’t move and my hands wouldn’t react. I heard concerned voices, sharp instructions and then a baby cry: but only once.
Then someone else was screaming, the scream was in the room. Fuck, it was me screaming. My door flew open and Matt came rushing in.
“Ernie? Are you ok?”
I couldn’t speak, I was breathless and crying and there were no words to describe it.
Matt gathered me into his big arms and held me like I was an upset child. He didn’t say a word to me and I didn’t want him to. He just held me tightly against his body and let me feel his warmth. I felt safe. When I’d stopped crying, he slowly let me go and put his big hands on my shoulders. He looked me in the eye and smiled, he had a great smile, and got up without saying a word.
“Don’t go, Matt.” I blubbed.
He say back down on the bed “I’m only next door,” he whispered.
I smiled “Thanks,” and took his hand. “You’re a wonderful guy, Kiddo.”
“You too, Ernie.” He leant in for a hug and I kissed him on the forehead, he pulled away slightly and tilted his head up as I pulled him back in, kissing him on the tip of his nose. He pulled away again and this time he moved in to me- our lips met in a soft, tender kiss. Neither of us pulled away at this point and I forced my tongue into his mouth.
He responded and our tongues intertwined in a passionate display of masculine affection. He grabbed my head and forced his tongue deep into my mouth before withdrawing it and wordlessly inviting my tongue into his mouth. His hands were still on my head as he pulled me further towards his face. My hands were now running through his hair, tugging on it to increase the intensity of the kiss. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head backwards as he began to nibble my neck, sending shivers of electricity throughout my body and towards my groin.
Then, like somebody has pushed his off switch, he stopped.
“Good night, Ernie.” He smiled a half smile and turned and left the room without looking back.
I fell back to sleep immediately, and slept soundlessly until the morning.
A big thank you to those who have supported the story so far and I hope any new readers will enjoy meeting Ernie, his friends and his unique situation.
Sorry, it's taken so long- a busy full time job alongside a demanding Masters course is not as easy as I thought it would be.
Nick
Chapter 19- Sober
True to our word, Matt and I awoke early the next morning and began packing for the move. We reckoned we could do it in two trips but we accepted Sandra’s offer of help which meant we could get it in one.
I said goodbye to Grant and the others who had all passed out in the lounge, and told Grant I would be back in the week to go through the final plans for the wedding. I was a bit annoyed that I didn’t get chance to smooth things over with Stephen as he was still passed out in the bed but I left him a text, just to say thanks for letting me stay.
*
We arrived at the house and took all our things to the appropriate rooms, I know it needed a lot of work but it felt like home already.
Matt was busying himself in his room, trying to put an IKEA bed together which, although the instructions required two people, he was adamant he could do on his own. It was only when I heard him yell “STUPID-FUCKING-THING” through the adjoining wall that I left Sandra putting up the curtains and went to help him.
“Ok, Kiddo?”
“Yeah, it says I have to hold this while I connect that.”
“I’ll give you a hand- I told you you needed two people.”
“Thanks, Ernie.”
It didn’t take use long after that, within moment the bed was up and the mattress was on.
“Well, try it out then!” I suggested and Matt jumped on the bed.
“It’s really comfy,” he smiled “come and have a go!”
Without thinking I jumped onto the bed and lay looking up at the ceiling. I turned my head to the right and Matt was looking back at me. Our eyes met and it felt odd being so close to him, but a good kind of odd. He smiled, he had a great smile, and I smiled back.
“Look at you two, like a married couple!” Sandra interrupted.
“Come try it out!” Matt beamed as Sandra jumped on the bed too.
“Oooooh, that’s nice” she exhaled “I might spend some nights sleeping with you, Matt.”
We all laughed.
By the time it was dark, there was some semblance of order within the house. We ordered Chinese and sat in lounge on mismatching chairs pulled round an upturned moving box which we used as a makeshift table. I explained to them both my plans for the rooms that we had to do up. The lounge just needed decorating; the kitchen needed a complete overhall; the conservatory needed a few new panes of glass and tidying and the bathroom needed a lot of work and a new door.
We decided to use the dining room as the lounge for the time being and start with getting that sorted while I chose a kitchen I wanted. Matt was still happy to help with the wiring and general repairing, he kept referring to being ‘good with his hands’ followed by lots of cheeky grins in my direction.
As I was emptying the takeaway cartons, my phone beeped in my pocket. It was a text. From Stephen. It read:
Don’t think that was the drink talking last night, Ernie. You still have one week to give me what I want or I swear I’ll tell her everything.
What the fuck was I supposed to do? I deleted the text and headed inside.
Shortly after Sandra left, I was lying in bed wondering what to do about the situation with Stephen. I’d not given it much thought earlier as I’d passed it off as a drunken text which everybody sends. But now this was real, he must have been sober when he sent the second text. I just couldn’t work out what to do, I couldn’t tell Sandra- she’d dump me on the spot if she found out I’d been fooling around with a guy. Grant was out of the question and Matt wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. I took a while but I fell into a very uneasy sleep.
I was back in the corridor, but this time there were no doors. It was exactly the same as it has been all those years ago but there were no doors. I could hear Debbie screaming, screaming like she was in pain and that something was wrong. I ran down the corridor, the sound got closer but there was no door- I knew I was in the right place but there was no door- just Debbie’s screams coming through the wall. I wanted to kick the wall but my legs wouldn’t move and my hands wouldn’t react. I heard concerned voices, sharp instructions and then a baby cry: but only once.
Then someone else was screaming, the scream was in the room. Fuck, it was me screaming. My door flew open and Matt came rushing in.
“Ernie? Are you ok?”
I couldn’t speak, I was breathless and crying and there were no words to describe it.
Matt gathered me into his big arms and held me like I was an upset child. He didn’t say a word to me and I didn’t want him to. He just held me tightly against his body and let me feel his warmth. I felt safe. When I’d stopped crying, he slowly let me go and put his big hands on my shoulders. He looked me in the eye and smiled, he had a great smile, and got up without saying a word.
“Don’t go, Matt.” I blubbed.
He say back down on the bed “I’m only next door,” he whispered.
I smiled “Thanks,” and took his hand. “You’re a wonderful guy, Kiddo.”
“You too, Ernie.” He leant in for a hug and I kissed him on the forehead, he pulled away slightly and tilted his head up as I pulled him back in, kissing him on the tip of his nose. He pulled away again and this time he moved in to me- our lips met in a soft, tender kiss. Neither of us pulled away at this point and I forced my tongue into his mouth.
He responded and our tongues intertwined in a passionate display of masculine affection. He grabbed my head and forced his tongue deep into my mouth before withdrawing it and wordlessly inviting my tongue into his mouth. His hands were still on my head as he pulled me further towards his face. My hands were now running through his hair, tugging on it to increase the intensity of the kiss. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head backwards as he began to nibble my neck, sending shivers of electricity throughout my body and towards my groin.
Then, like somebody has pushed his off switch, he stopped.
“Good night, Ernie.” He smiled a half smile and turned and left the room without looking back.
I fell back to sleep immediately, and slept soundlessly until the morning.
Nick,
It's great to hear from you, again!
I'm glad to hear things are hectic by good in the real world!
It ALWAYS takes precedence.
It's good to hear about Ernie, Matt, and the gang, even if it was a short vignette.
Something to get back in the saddle, again, on BOTH sides!
Thanks for remembering us.
Take care of yourself.
I look forward to your next installment.
It's great to hear from you, again!
I'm glad to hear things are hectic by good in the real world!
It ALWAYS takes precedence.
It's good to hear about Ernie, Matt, and the gang, even if it was a short vignette.
Something to get back in the saddle, again, on BOTH sides!
Thanks for remembering us.
Take care of yourself.
I look forward to your next installment.
Craiger
JUB Addict
Welcome back, Nick. I hope things went well with the Masters course.
What a pleasure to return to Ernie et al. Stephen seems to be throwing a wrench into the works, but I feel everything will work out in the end. Looking forward to the new installments to come.
Craiger
What a pleasure to return to Ernie et al. Stephen seems to be throwing a wrench into the works, but I feel everything will work out in the end. Looking forward to the new installments to come.
Craiger
So, what's written below is the last line of the story- obviously with two crucial bits of information left out. It's funny but writing that last chapter has got the creative juices flowing again and I now know how it's all going to end. I hope this is enough to whet your appetites.
Last line:
Despite everything that had happened I was glad I still had _____ and _______ in my life. I was, finally, truly happy.
Last line:
Despite everything that had happened I was glad I still had _____ and _______ in my life. I was, finally, truly happy.
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awesome story. I like how you shaped it without any extraneous sexual encounters.
Another long wait for this one. Sorry guys. Have finished the Masters now so hopefully will be able to get this finished.
Chapter 20- A Great Fuck and a Bad Fuck.
The events of the previous night had knocked me for six in more than one way. The dream itself was bad enough; after going for so long without an ‘episode’ I thought I’d managed to get over them. Turns out I hadn’t. I did contemplate calling Dr. Hillard but it felt like I would be taking a step backwards if I did. I’d managed to go all those months without his help and I was determined to keep it that way. I gathered my thoughts and, now thinking rationally in the broad daylight, I realised it was the stress of the Stephen situation that was making it happen. What had I done to make him turn like this? He, thankfully metaphorically, had me by the bollocks and knew he was going to get his own way eventually.
Had I led him on? I tried to think…Maybe he could have mistaken my friendliness for flirting but I really didn’t think I’d given him any bait on which to go this batshit crazy.
And then there was Matt, again I’d let him see me at my most vulnerable and we’d ended up doing things we shouldn’t have done. For a moment it crossed my mind that maybe I did have feeling for the kid, but that was crazy- I was dating Sandra and only saw her in my future. He was a great guy but there was no way I could ever fall in love with another man. Sandra was great- she was everything I wanted or needed. Matt, very simply, did not fit into the equation.
My phone beeped again, stopping this crazy conversation that I was having with myself in my head.
It was another text from Stephen. It read: 6 days
I hit the reply button: Why the fuck are you doing this? I’m sure Grant would love to find out.
A minute later my phone beeped again: There’s no way Grant would believe you over me, especially now he knows what you’ve been up to with Matt. You’re hardly the ‘straight’ mate anymore. I’ve wanted you since I first met you and now I can have you I’m offering you the choice; fuck me or I’ll destroy your life. You tell a soul and Sandra will find out- I have her number; you shouldn’t have left your phone lying around so freely.
The cunt, the absolute cunt- he’d been planning this for ages. I deleted the messages and put the phone back on my bedside table.
As I left my bedroom Matt was already in the shower. I tried to avert my eyes as I walked towards the bathroom, we really needed to get a door put up as soon as possible. He didn’t notice me glance at his near-perfect body as I headed downstairs.
A few moments later he came down wrapped in only a thin, white towel and came into the dining room where we’d plugged in the fridge until the kitchen had got sorted.
“Morning,” he said sheepishly “did you sleep better after I left?”
“Much better.” I grinned.
“Oh good.” He said as he grabbed for the carton of Orange Juice, “I was worried about you but I didn’t think staying around was a good idea.”
“Don’t worry about me, I was ok…” I lied.
“You’re a shit liar, Earnest.”
“Shut up, Kiddo. But thanks for sitting with me, it meant a lot.”
“Well, what else was I supposed to do with you howling? I couldn’t exactly ignore it, you mean too much to me for me to see you hurting.”
I gulped back a tear. “I know, you’re beginning to grow on me too!” I grinned.
“Oh…” was all he could say before we looked away from each other, awkwardly. “So,” he continued “what’s the plan for today?”
“Aren’t you working?”
“No, they gave me a day off to let me settle in.”
“Oh cool, well…I was gonna concentrate on getting the kitchen ripped out ready fro them to come and do the floor.”
“I’ll give you a hand then.”
“You don’t have to.” I said, although I knew I could to with the help.
“That was part of the condition you let me stay, of course I’m going to help you!”
“Thanks.”
Ripping out the kitchen was a lot of fucking fun. The old units were completely unusable so we had no qualms in taking a sledgehammer to the 1970s styled cupboards and ripping up the lino floor. We placed all the debris in a skip that I’d rented for the week which I hoped would be more than big enough to fit everything in. After we’d finished on the kitchen I was pretty sure that it would be fine, seeing that was the biggest part of the clearing we needed to do.
It took us around 7 hours of solid work to get it all done. It was fucking exhausting and by the end of it we were hot, sweaty, panting and covered in dust.
“You look like that guy from Spiderman.” Matt quipped.
“Sandman?”
“Yeah,” he laughed.
“You cheeky little fucker. You don’t look too hot yourself.”
He removed his t-shirt there was a visible line where the dust had stuck to the lower parts of his sweaty arms and the top of his chest.
“Yeah, but I know I’ll always be more attractive than you.” He smiled.
“You’re probably right there.” I laughed back as I removed my shirt to try and cool down.
“Fuck, Ernie!” He almost gasped
“What?” I didn’t know what had taken him by surprise.
“Oh…nothing…”
“No, come on! You can’t say that in that tone of voice and then not tell me.
“It’s going to sound really gay though…”
“Just fucking say it.”
“Well, your body is looking a million times better than it was- you must have been hitting the gym hard.”
I just laughed. “Stop perving on me!” I exclaimed dryly.
“I’m gonna have to, aren’t I?” He smiled back. “Go and have a shower you sweaty old mess! I’ll try not to come up and perve on you, although I’m 1-0 down at the moment.”
“Huh?” I was confused.
“I saw you checking me out as you came down this morning, I might have had my back to you but you need to watch where you put that bathroom mirror!”
“Shit…I’m sorry, Matt. I wasn’t checking you out though…”
“It’s fine, I know I’m hot. Besides it’s not like we’ve not seen each other naked before.”
“Yeah…” was all I could say as I blushed and walked away.
After all that hard work the shower felt so good and I stood there admiring the hard work that I’d done on my body. Matt was right, it did look much better. My hand absent-mindedly slid down towards my cock which was beginning to grow.
I tugged at my balls with my left hand and played with the gently by massaging them in between the tips of my fingers. My right hand tugged at the head of my cock, pulling it outstretched in order to allow maximum blood flow. I was so caught up in the moment that I didn’t need to think- I was just glad it was happening.
I removed my hands for a second, allowing the powerful water from the shower to dance on my cock. It felt like a million fingers tapping my dick, as if encouraging it to get ever harder. The harder it got, the more of my sensitive head was exposed to the water and, by the time it was standing full-mast, the feeling of the water was almost enough to make me cum.
I turned my back to the jets of shower so the penetrating water was now pounding into my powerful shoulders. I looked down to admire my cock, standing hard and willing me to touch it. I gripped the base with my left hand and spent a moment just enjoying the heat and the weight of my cock. It was so hard that it was difficult for me to get my hand round so I moved my right hand onto my dick too and began to slowly jerk myself off.
Wanking no more than the base, I turned back around and let the water lightly punish my cock head again. Wanking the base coupled with the sensation of the shower on my head drove me crazy. My breathing intensified and I could feel myself on the brink of cumming. I released my left hand and began to jerk the entire length of my cock with my right; twisting slightly when I reached the head before sliding back down.
The vigour of my jerking intensified quickly and I could feel my cock hardening in preparation to shoot a massive load. My hand was now moving in short, sharp thrusts. I was using my left to support my weight against the wall. I was barely breathing. I could feel it coming. I could feel me cumming. Starting in my toes. Working up my legs. And boom. Exploding from my groin. I shot one, two, three…four, five times that were washed away in the water, leaving me panting once again.
I opened my eyes after a few moments and heard the door to Matt’s bedroom shut quickly. I dried slowly, enjoying the feel of the soft cotton towel on my tender penis.
As I walked past Matt’s door on the way back to my room, I called through the door “Want to get some food, Kiddo?” but he didn’t answer. I knocked but still no response. I opened the door to see if he was ok and I wasn’t ready for what greeted me.
He was spread out, naked, on his bed with his headphones on beating his own cock vigorously. He jumped in shock when he saw me come in, he sat up quickly and pulled his covers over him.
“Oh shit! Sorry Matt.” I said, closed the door and headed back to my room to dry off.
After I’d finished drying myself off, I went to knock again to show him that I wasn’t embarrassed by the situation. He told me to come in so I did, a little more slowly this time, and sat on the end of the bed.
“Sorry about walking in on you, it’s cool though- we all do it.”
“Yeah, I know” he said with a wry grin. “I saw you in the shower.”
“Oh, we really do need a door, don’t we?”
“Not if it’s going to be that hot every time?” he smiled.
I just looked at him.
“Oh shit, sorry.” He said “I’m still horny- I didn’t get to finish.” I could make out the outline of his semi-hard cock through jogging bottoms.
“Sorry, Kiddo. Do you want me to leave you to it?”
“You can give me a hand if you like?”
“You know that’s not going to happen, Matt.”
By now he’d sat up level with me. His face was just inches from my own.
“So that kiss meant nothing last night?”
“No. It didn’t.”
“So if I kissed you again, it wouldn’t mean a thing?”
“Don’t, Matt.”
He leant in and our lips met. He pulled his head away and this time I leant in to him and kissed him back. Within moments, I’d gone from kissing him to being on top of him his hands were clawing at my muscular back and my tongue was delving deep into his mouth.
I could feel his hard cock grinding against mine through the fabric of my jeans which he was skilfully unbuttoning with one had. I was grabbing his firm pecs and kneading them; making him moan. Moments later we were both naked, writhing around against one another like two snakes.
I was on top, thrusting my cock into his and I could feel his heavy breathing against my face, mingled with grunts of pleasure, as we kissed. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my neck and nibbling at it sending my nerve endings crazy. He worked his way up my neck and began to nibble, bite and tongue my ear making me moan as he pleasured my most sensitive spot. He let go of my hair and I couldn’t help myself, I kissed him again forcing my tongue against his.
Using his huge arms he threw me to the other side of the bed and jumped on top of my, kissing my face and my neck before working his way down to my nipples- making sure he spent time on each of them before kissing down my stomach, to my waist and then my groin. His face hovered above my cock and I could feel his short, sharp breaths on balls. He took each ball into his mouth and then licked up the base of my cock to the head before extending his tongue and guiding it into his mouth. Once again, he took it al in and didn’t gag once. He grabbed my hands and placed them on the back of his head. I began to force my hips forward and fuck his willing mouth. He remained there, taking every inch of my cock into his hot, wet, silky throat. He let me fuck his face for ages and then pulled away, readjusting his body so his cock was now level with my face in a 69 position.
He hungrily went back to my cock. His huge, hard member was just centimetres from my mouth and I didn’t know what to do. The sensation of Matt lapping at my own dick was driving me crazy so I took my hand and began to jerk him off. He must have sensed my apprehension as he started sucking deeper and faster as if to say, ‘look how good I’m making you feel,’ I’d never sucked cock before but it looked like I was about to find out.
I extended my tongue and licked the head, his pre-cum tasted salty but sweet at the same time. Matt’s moaning produced another great sensation on my cock. I openend my mouth and took the head, he moaned again and began plunging his dick into my mouth. I opened my mouth and allowed him to thrust his cock in, with each thrust he got further and further in. His cock was huge and I started to gag so he pulled back slightly and allowed my tongue to concentrate on the head of his dick. He’d now pulled his mouth of my cock and was clearly enjoying the sensation of my virgin blow job. He was thrusting quickly now and grunting like he was going to cum. Just as I thought he was going to shoot his load he pulled away and moved his head up to mine. He kissed me again and I could taste my own cock in his mouth.
“I want you to fuck me, Ernie.” He whispered.
“I’m not sure, Matt.”
“Ernie, trust me.” He replied and, without giving my time to reply, reached into his bag, found his wallet and pulled out a condom which he proceeded to expertly roll onto my hard prick.
He straddled me and kissed me again, before sitting back up and reaching behind him with his left hand and guiding my cock towards his ass. He raised up on his knees and I felt him press my cock head to his crack. As he knelt back down, I felt my dick squeeze through his tight hole and heard him gasp in momentary pain.
“Are you ok?” I asked.
“Yeah, just don’t move for a second. I need to get used to having you in me.”
Very slowly, he eased backwards and I could feel my cock slowly, millimetre-by-millimetre, making it’s way into his ass. After a few minutes I was buried deep in him and it felt incredible. Better than any pussy, from what I can remember after nine years without sex.
I could see he was in pain, but I could also see he was enjoying it. He eased up my cock before plunging back down to the base. He grabbed my hands and placed them on his hips and let me take charge. Before long I was fucking his ass like I’d been doing it for year. He was rising to the top of my cock and quickly sliding right down to the bass. I was rocking my hips back and forth in perfect timing and we were both grunting wildly in pleasure.
Matt sat back so his hands were on my knees and using his solid triceps he began to bounce on my dick. This sent me over the edge and I could feel the (once again) familiar sensation of an orgasm building behind my ball.
“I’m going to cum.” I grunted.
“Me too,” said Matt as he jerked his cock.
He pulled off my dick and ripped the condom off. Repositioning himself into a 69. He sucked and jerked my cock and I did the same- my apprehension thrown to the wind through my own horniness. Within seconds, a great orgasm flowed over me and I came in Matt’s mouth. The sound and feel of my intense orgasm set him off too and he came a huge load in my mouth and over my face and chest. After we’d finished each other of, he once again bought his head up to mine, we kissed and held each other as we lay there basking in out post-sexual euphoria.
Moments later, we were interrupted by a knock at the door. I moved carefully towards the window and looked down- it was Sandra.
“Fuck.”
Chapter 20- A Great Fuck and a Bad Fuck.
The events of the previous night had knocked me for six in more than one way. The dream itself was bad enough; after going for so long without an ‘episode’ I thought I’d managed to get over them. Turns out I hadn’t. I did contemplate calling Dr. Hillard but it felt like I would be taking a step backwards if I did. I’d managed to go all those months without his help and I was determined to keep it that way. I gathered my thoughts and, now thinking rationally in the broad daylight, I realised it was the stress of the Stephen situation that was making it happen. What had I done to make him turn like this? He, thankfully metaphorically, had me by the bollocks and knew he was going to get his own way eventually.
Had I led him on? I tried to think…Maybe he could have mistaken my friendliness for flirting but I really didn’t think I’d given him any bait on which to go this batshit crazy.
And then there was Matt, again I’d let him see me at my most vulnerable and we’d ended up doing things we shouldn’t have done. For a moment it crossed my mind that maybe I did have feeling for the kid, but that was crazy- I was dating Sandra and only saw her in my future. He was a great guy but there was no way I could ever fall in love with another man. Sandra was great- she was everything I wanted or needed. Matt, very simply, did not fit into the equation.
My phone beeped again, stopping this crazy conversation that I was having with myself in my head.
It was another text from Stephen. It read: 6 days
I hit the reply button: Why the fuck are you doing this? I’m sure Grant would love to find out.
A minute later my phone beeped again: There’s no way Grant would believe you over me, especially now he knows what you’ve been up to with Matt. You’re hardly the ‘straight’ mate anymore. I’ve wanted you since I first met you and now I can have you I’m offering you the choice; fuck me or I’ll destroy your life. You tell a soul and Sandra will find out- I have her number; you shouldn’t have left your phone lying around so freely.
The cunt, the absolute cunt- he’d been planning this for ages. I deleted the messages and put the phone back on my bedside table.
As I left my bedroom Matt was already in the shower. I tried to avert my eyes as I walked towards the bathroom, we really needed to get a door put up as soon as possible. He didn’t notice me glance at his near-perfect body as I headed downstairs.
A few moments later he came down wrapped in only a thin, white towel and came into the dining room where we’d plugged in the fridge until the kitchen had got sorted.
“Morning,” he said sheepishly “did you sleep better after I left?”
“Much better.” I grinned.
“Oh good.” He said as he grabbed for the carton of Orange Juice, “I was worried about you but I didn’t think staying around was a good idea.”
“Don’t worry about me, I was ok…” I lied.
“You’re a shit liar, Earnest.”
“Shut up, Kiddo. But thanks for sitting with me, it meant a lot.”
“Well, what else was I supposed to do with you howling? I couldn’t exactly ignore it, you mean too much to me for me to see you hurting.”
I gulped back a tear. “I know, you’re beginning to grow on me too!” I grinned.
“Oh…” was all he could say before we looked away from each other, awkwardly. “So,” he continued “what’s the plan for today?”
“Aren’t you working?”
“No, they gave me a day off to let me settle in.”
“Oh cool, well…I was gonna concentrate on getting the kitchen ripped out ready fro them to come and do the floor.”
“I’ll give you a hand then.”
“You don’t have to.” I said, although I knew I could to with the help.
“That was part of the condition you let me stay, of course I’m going to help you!”
“Thanks.”
Ripping out the kitchen was a lot of fucking fun. The old units were completely unusable so we had no qualms in taking a sledgehammer to the 1970s styled cupboards and ripping up the lino floor. We placed all the debris in a skip that I’d rented for the week which I hoped would be more than big enough to fit everything in. After we’d finished on the kitchen I was pretty sure that it would be fine, seeing that was the biggest part of the clearing we needed to do.
It took us around 7 hours of solid work to get it all done. It was fucking exhausting and by the end of it we were hot, sweaty, panting and covered in dust.
“You look like that guy from Spiderman.” Matt quipped.
“Sandman?”
“Yeah,” he laughed.
“You cheeky little fucker. You don’t look too hot yourself.”
He removed his t-shirt there was a visible line where the dust had stuck to the lower parts of his sweaty arms and the top of his chest.
“Yeah, but I know I’ll always be more attractive than you.” He smiled.
“You’re probably right there.” I laughed back as I removed my shirt to try and cool down.
“Fuck, Ernie!” He almost gasped
“What?” I didn’t know what had taken him by surprise.
“Oh…nothing…”
“No, come on! You can’t say that in that tone of voice and then not tell me.
“It’s going to sound really gay though…”
“Just fucking say it.”
“Well, your body is looking a million times better than it was- you must have been hitting the gym hard.”
I just laughed. “Stop perving on me!” I exclaimed dryly.
“I’m gonna have to, aren’t I?” He smiled back. “Go and have a shower you sweaty old mess! I’ll try not to come up and perve on you, although I’m 1-0 down at the moment.”
“Huh?” I was confused.
“I saw you checking me out as you came down this morning, I might have had my back to you but you need to watch where you put that bathroom mirror!”
“Shit…I’m sorry, Matt. I wasn’t checking you out though…”
“It’s fine, I know I’m hot. Besides it’s not like we’ve not seen each other naked before.”
“Yeah…” was all I could say as I blushed and walked away.
After all that hard work the shower felt so good and I stood there admiring the hard work that I’d done on my body. Matt was right, it did look much better. My hand absent-mindedly slid down towards my cock which was beginning to grow.
I tugged at my balls with my left hand and played with the gently by massaging them in between the tips of my fingers. My right hand tugged at the head of my cock, pulling it outstretched in order to allow maximum blood flow. I was so caught up in the moment that I didn’t need to think- I was just glad it was happening.
I removed my hands for a second, allowing the powerful water from the shower to dance on my cock. It felt like a million fingers tapping my dick, as if encouraging it to get ever harder. The harder it got, the more of my sensitive head was exposed to the water and, by the time it was standing full-mast, the feeling of the water was almost enough to make me cum.
I turned my back to the jets of shower so the penetrating water was now pounding into my powerful shoulders. I looked down to admire my cock, standing hard and willing me to touch it. I gripped the base with my left hand and spent a moment just enjoying the heat and the weight of my cock. It was so hard that it was difficult for me to get my hand round so I moved my right hand onto my dick too and began to slowly jerk myself off.
Wanking no more than the base, I turned back around and let the water lightly punish my cock head again. Wanking the base coupled with the sensation of the shower on my head drove me crazy. My breathing intensified and I could feel myself on the brink of cumming. I released my left hand and began to jerk the entire length of my cock with my right; twisting slightly when I reached the head before sliding back down.
The vigour of my jerking intensified quickly and I could feel my cock hardening in preparation to shoot a massive load. My hand was now moving in short, sharp thrusts. I was using my left to support my weight against the wall. I was barely breathing. I could feel it coming. I could feel me cumming. Starting in my toes. Working up my legs. And boom. Exploding from my groin. I shot one, two, three…four, five times that were washed away in the water, leaving me panting once again.
I opened my eyes after a few moments and heard the door to Matt’s bedroom shut quickly. I dried slowly, enjoying the feel of the soft cotton towel on my tender penis.
As I walked past Matt’s door on the way back to my room, I called through the door “Want to get some food, Kiddo?” but he didn’t answer. I knocked but still no response. I opened the door to see if he was ok and I wasn’t ready for what greeted me.
He was spread out, naked, on his bed with his headphones on beating his own cock vigorously. He jumped in shock when he saw me come in, he sat up quickly and pulled his covers over him.
“Oh shit! Sorry Matt.” I said, closed the door and headed back to my room to dry off.
After I’d finished drying myself off, I went to knock again to show him that I wasn’t embarrassed by the situation. He told me to come in so I did, a little more slowly this time, and sat on the end of the bed.
“Sorry about walking in on you, it’s cool though- we all do it.”
“Yeah, I know” he said with a wry grin. “I saw you in the shower.”
“Oh, we really do need a door, don’t we?”
“Not if it’s going to be that hot every time?” he smiled.
I just looked at him.
“Oh shit, sorry.” He said “I’m still horny- I didn’t get to finish.” I could make out the outline of his semi-hard cock through jogging bottoms.
“Sorry, Kiddo. Do you want me to leave you to it?”
“You can give me a hand if you like?”
“You know that’s not going to happen, Matt.”
By now he’d sat up level with me. His face was just inches from my own.
“So that kiss meant nothing last night?”
“No. It didn’t.”
“So if I kissed you again, it wouldn’t mean a thing?”
“Don’t, Matt.”
He leant in and our lips met. He pulled his head away and this time I leant in to him and kissed him back. Within moments, I’d gone from kissing him to being on top of him his hands were clawing at my muscular back and my tongue was delving deep into his mouth.
I could feel his hard cock grinding against mine through the fabric of my jeans which he was skilfully unbuttoning with one had. I was grabbing his firm pecs and kneading them; making him moan. Moments later we were both naked, writhing around against one another like two snakes.
I was on top, thrusting my cock into his and I could feel his heavy breathing against my face, mingled with grunts of pleasure, as we kissed. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my neck and nibbling at it sending my nerve endings crazy. He worked his way up my neck and began to nibble, bite and tongue my ear making me moan as he pleasured my most sensitive spot. He let go of my hair and I couldn’t help myself, I kissed him again forcing my tongue against his.
Using his huge arms he threw me to the other side of the bed and jumped on top of my, kissing my face and my neck before working his way down to my nipples- making sure he spent time on each of them before kissing down my stomach, to my waist and then my groin. His face hovered above my cock and I could feel his short, sharp breaths on balls. He took each ball into his mouth and then licked up the base of my cock to the head before extending his tongue and guiding it into his mouth. Once again, he took it al in and didn’t gag once. He grabbed my hands and placed them on the back of his head. I began to force my hips forward and fuck his willing mouth. He remained there, taking every inch of my cock into his hot, wet, silky throat. He let me fuck his face for ages and then pulled away, readjusting his body so his cock was now level with my face in a 69 position.
He hungrily went back to my cock. His huge, hard member was just centimetres from my mouth and I didn’t know what to do. The sensation of Matt lapping at my own dick was driving me crazy so I took my hand and began to jerk him off. He must have sensed my apprehension as he started sucking deeper and faster as if to say, ‘look how good I’m making you feel,’ I’d never sucked cock before but it looked like I was about to find out.
I extended my tongue and licked the head, his pre-cum tasted salty but sweet at the same time. Matt’s moaning produced another great sensation on my cock. I openend my mouth and took the head, he moaned again and began plunging his dick into my mouth. I opened my mouth and allowed him to thrust his cock in, with each thrust he got further and further in. His cock was huge and I started to gag so he pulled back slightly and allowed my tongue to concentrate on the head of his dick. He’d now pulled his mouth of my cock and was clearly enjoying the sensation of my virgin blow job. He was thrusting quickly now and grunting like he was going to cum. Just as I thought he was going to shoot his load he pulled away and moved his head up to mine. He kissed me again and I could taste my own cock in his mouth.
“I want you to fuck me, Ernie.” He whispered.
“I’m not sure, Matt.”
“Ernie, trust me.” He replied and, without giving my time to reply, reached into his bag, found his wallet and pulled out a condom which he proceeded to expertly roll onto my hard prick.
He straddled me and kissed me again, before sitting back up and reaching behind him with his left hand and guiding my cock towards his ass. He raised up on his knees and I felt him press my cock head to his crack. As he knelt back down, I felt my dick squeeze through his tight hole and heard him gasp in momentary pain.
“Are you ok?” I asked.
“Yeah, just don’t move for a second. I need to get used to having you in me.”
Very slowly, he eased backwards and I could feel my cock slowly, millimetre-by-millimetre, making it’s way into his ass. After a few minutes I was buried deep in him and it felt incredible. Better than any pussy, from what I can remember after nine years without sex.
I could see he was in pain, but I could also see he was enjoying it. He eased up my cock before plunging back down to the base. He grabbed my hands and placed them on his hips and let me take charge. Before long I was fucking his ass like I’d been doing it for year. He was rising to the top of my cock and quickly sliding right down to the bass. I was rocking my hips back and forth in perfect timing and we were both grunting wildly in pleasure.
Matt sat back so his hands were on my knees and using his solid triceps he began to bounce on my dick. This sent me over the edge and I could feel the (once again) familiar sensation of an orgasm building behind my ball.
“I’m going to cum.” I grunted.
“Me too,” said Matt as he jerked his cock.
He pulled off my dick and ripped the condom off. Repositioning himself into a 69. He sucked and jerked my cock and I did the same- my apprehension thrown to the wind through my own horniness. Within seconds, a great orgasm flowed over me and I came in Matt’s mouth. The sound and feel of my intense orgasm set him off too and he came a huge load in my mouth and over my face and chest. After we’d finished each other of, he once again bought his head up to mine, we kissed and held each other as we lay there basking in out post-sexual euphoria.
Moments later, we were interrupted by a knock at the door. I moved carefully towards the window and looked down- it was Sandra.
“Fuck.”
