Matt and Jason Ch. 01

I was finding I loved spending time with him. It was... again, easy. And he was quickly becoming one of my best friends.

Over the next few weeks, he started showing up at our get-togethers at Town Hall, fitting in perfectly. Not every time, but pretty regularly. It's funny; I found myself watching the door until I saw him, and feeling a bit let down if he didn't show.

Things were pretty good for a while. One blustery February night, I noticed Matt hadn't shown up, and was missing his energy. While I was at the bar nursing my beer, one of the girls in our group came over and asked, "Hey Jason, a question for you. Do you know if Matt's officially back on the market? I was thinking about setting him up... I know several girls who would be perfect. Jason?...Jason?"

It was weird... I had frozen up at the question. I shook myself back to reality, mumbled some apology and said I'd check. She nodded and melted back into the crowd.

Why had that caught me so off guard? I mean, that's a fair question. Usually, I'm a firm believer that after a break-up a guy should drown out his sorrows in a sea of pussy to get him back on his feet. But... not for Matt. C'mon, he was too good for the women around us. And... shit. I... was having a blast hanging out with him. We were having fun. And, well, you know a woman just goes and messes everything up.

But, it was a fair question.

Strangely enough, Matt walked in the door at that point, and was quickly greeted by the gang. He made his way over to me, and plopped down on the seat next to me. "Hey bud!" he called out enthusiastically, throwing an arm around me.

Matt usually did that. Grab my shoulder. Punch my arm. Pat me on the back. It felt good.

We caught each other up on the news of the day, and at a pause I decided to probe a bit. "So, Matt... it's been a while now. You ready to start putting yourself back out there?"

Matt theatrically rolled his eyes. "Jesus. That's the last thing I'm thinking about!"

"Really?" I ribbed him. "A great looking guy like you? C'mon, you're free! You can fuck your way around the world and back! Find yourself a girl who actually knows how to give a blowjob!"

Matt snorted. "Ok, sure.... what guy wouldn't want a blowjob? But it's a pipe dream. Girls only give you head when they're trying to reel you in. One they have you... bam! That shit dries up completely. Let me tell you, Alicia sure as shit wasn't giving blowjobs out."

I laughed with him, humorlessly. "I know, right? What is that shit? It's so fucking easy, makes a man eat out of their hands, but they just won't do it! It's like in the Woman's Guidebook or something!"

Matt nodded. "No shit. I tried with Alicia.... I mean, I really tried." He paused, then went on with more of a bite. "I begged. Pleaded. Ate her pussy for hours at a time. For a while she would do it only if I bought her something, but then even that went away. Nothing. It was ok at first, I figured I wasn't the only guy not getting blown. But it... kept going. She barely gave me anything, just kept me on a pretty short leash. And it kept getting shorter. Towards the end, I was just so happy for anything that I didn't realize what a problem it was." He fell silent, looking into his beer. I couldn't help but think that his "dream relationship" was a fucking nightmare.

He continued, "Man. Yeah, makes me wish for one perfect blowjob. Just... not interested in... the work... the fight... to get one."

There was something... haunted in his voice. Yeah, he was still dealing with some serious shit. I tried to lighten the mood, "Matt my man, no work at all. Give me 3 minutes and I'll get a line of folks, each ready to blow you behind the bar. How long is your recovery time?"

Matt snorted, turned his head, and gave a plucky smile.

Shit. He's such a good-looking motherfucker. That half-smile, so suggestive, could get any woman in here to wet her panties. I mean, just looking at him you could feel....

Whoa... sorry. Shit. For a minute there, it almost sounded like I was creeping on my buddy or something.

Jesus.

I guess he wasn't the only one who was in desperate need of some action.

The next Friday Matt joined us at Town Hall again, saying that he'd have to make it an early night because he was heading back to his hometown for the weekend--it sounded like his sister was bringing her boyfriend home to meet the family. Matt wasn't really looking forward and wanted to cut loose a little before heading out in the morning.

Things were going great until... they showed up.

Matt and I were laughing about something, when I saw him freeze and look over my shoulder. I turned. Oh shit. Alicia's older brother come in, flanked with a couple of other guys. They were casting around the place checking it out, but then locked eyes on Matt.

And I knew we were in for trouble.

The brother's face twisted into a snarl and he plowed his way over to where Matt and I were standing. "Oh look, boys. If it isn't my sister's fiancé. The one who's been spreading lies about her all over town. What's up, bitch?" His two sidekicks came up beside him, pissing for a fight.

"Tony," Matt said levelly. "I don't wanna get into it with you. That's between me and her. And I didn't say anything untrue."

"You fucking LIED about her, bitch. Fucking called her a whore. That make you feel big, you little shit? Make you feel like a real man, talking trash about a lady behind her back?"

"Tony, I don't know what she told you. But she was sleeping around on me."

"YOU FUCKING HUMILIATED HER!" he shouted out. People were casually listening in before, but now the bar got deathly quiet. Tony was almost spitting with rage. "Whatever the problem was, she was trying to work it out with you, and you fucking threw everything in her face."

You could see Matt's hackles raising. His voice was still level, which made it all the more terrifying. "I'm not gonna argue with you, Tony. I had the receipts. Let it lie!"

Tony took a step forward, rearing back to throw a punch... but at that moment literally everyone in the bar stood up and took a step forward, even the girls. Our eyes flashing murder. Big man Tony looked around and saw just how badly things were about to go down. His buddies went from smug to scared shitless in less than a heartbeat.

The look on Tony's face twisted into a mask of helpless fury. He glared around, then turned towards Matt and snarled, "Fuck you, you pansy ass. Just like you, you fucking bitch--can't even fight your own fights. Hell, you weren't even man enough to satisfy her. No wonder she had to step out!"

There was a thundering crack, and we all jumped. Marty the bartender had slammed a baseball bat on the bar. He glowered at Tony and his boys, then turned to look me dead in the eye. "I don't like trouble in my bar. These guys giving you trouble, Jason?"

I turned back to Tony, who--by his expression--was starting to realize the world of trouble looking him in the eye. I nodded back to Marty, saying, "No trouble, Marty. My buds are just going to escort these fuckerheads out."

Long story short, Tony was roughly shown the door, and my boys, um... suggested he was not welcome to show up here ever again.

I looked over at Matt. He had a really dark look on his face. Those nearest to Matt clapped him on the back supportively, telling him that fucker didn't know shit. Matt tried to smile at us, thanking everyone for standing up for him, but I could tell Tony's words cut deep. From behind the bar, Marty wordlessly slid a glass of bourbon over to Matt. Matt looked at it blankly, and Marty said gently, "It's on the house."

Matt gritted his teeth and bit back a huge swig. I nodded the other guys away, to give Matt some space. I could see the wheels in his head spinning, replaying Tony's jab about his masculinity again and again. "That fucking prick," Matt spat out. "He was a fucking pain in my ass when Alicia were together; he's a worse one now that we broke up." He essentially tossed back the rest of his drink and looked down.

"Matt. Dude. Forget him. The whole family is trash. That fucker probably gets his rocks off to kiddie porn." Matt continued to look down, but I saw the start of a half-smile across his face. Matt grabbed the remains of my drink out of my hand, and tossed that back, too.

I shook my head. I looked at him and... shit. I felt bad for the guy. Felt... something. Having him get called out like that... it hurt. Looking at him, I had... like a... knot in my stomach. He was such a great guy. He deserved better.

And then, without thinking, I heard myself saying something to him. Completely reflexively, without thought. It was like I was hearing someone else talking: "It's ok, bud. Tell you what. You're not driving home tonight. In a few minutes you'll have no business being on the roads, and you don't need to be by yourself tonight. I'm just a few minutes away, and you're crashing with me. I'll drop you off here tomorrow to pick up your car."

Matt looked up at me, with... a look. A look I can't... really describe. Just looking at me. Even in the dim light of the bar, his eyes had a... glow to them. A vitality. They... made me... feel... I dunno.

Finally, he gave kinda a laugh-sigh, and said "Thanks man, but I can't do that to you... I can...."

I reached out and grabbed his shoulder. The kind of bro-gesture we had shared often. This time, I swear it was not just to comfort him, but to... I... don't know. "No man, not gonna hear it. You're not going home to stew about this." And Then, Matt smiled... a small, personal smile. He looked down, then looked back at me. And nodded.

"C'mon, let's get you going. You can get drunk as you want once I get you home!"

I leaned in, grabbing Matt and started hauling him to his feet. It was... strange. We had spent a fair amount of time together, but this was the first time I was really in his personal space. That I was close enough I could smell him. And... huh. The guy smelled good. Familiar. Good.

Huh.

I grabbed Matt's coat and stuff, and loaded him into my car and headed home. I wasn't bullshitting him, my house really was just a few minutes away. Matt wasn't pissed-pants drunk, or even all that wobbly, but just kinda... passive. I was walking close with my arm around him and... realizing I was highly aware of his body. Of him. We were evenly matched, body-wise. He was... solid. With maybe a bit more bulk to his athletic frame than I had. The... weight... of him registered in my mind.

As did his scent.

Away from the bar, his smell dug deeper into my mind. Playing with my mind. It was weird... fucking weird. I had spent my whole life around guys, and knew what they smelled like. Usually to their detriment. Anyone who's done team sports, lived in the dorms, or had a roommate knew basically what guys smelled like. But Matt's scent was more... present. Dusky. Masculine. Making me feel... comfortable.

I got us inside, and Matt sloughed off his coat and things before crashing heavily onto my couch. Still distant. There was a tension in the room. And I was... strangely nervous. To snap us out of it, I cheerfully called out, "Well. I'm getting dry. Can I pour you something?"

Matt looked up sharply, looked at me and smiled. "Sorry, I'm just... sorry. Yeah. I need something strong."

I poured out some whiskey for both of us, then plopped down on the couch next to him. I handed him a drink, and we clinked glasses.

"Nice place, man," Matt offered up. "Thanks for... well, thanks. And sorry for ruining the evening. I don't know why I let that prick get under my skin."

"No worries, bud," I responded. "I've said before, this shit is hard. And don't let him get you down. You're a great guy, and every guy at that bar was ready to drop him for you."

Matt smiled, a grin that actually reached his eyes this time. "Yeah, and thank you for that, too."

"Me? What do you mean? That's all you. You're probably a bigger man around there now than I am, and that's because you're a great guy. They all love you."

At this, Matt looked at me seriously... deeply. With an expression that I can't... I felt kinda warm. "Jason, no... it's you. Your vote of approval that opened doors. Without it, I'm just some guy." I started to protest, but he cut me off. "I've watched you these past few weeks. They all love you. Because you're fucking amazing. A real friend, to everyone. You... you're a natural-born leader, you know that? The guys love you because you... you've got them. You know them. You take care of them. You are always there to pump them up, lift them up. You'd take a bullet for any and all of them... and they know it. And I know it. You're... well, you're 10 times the man I could ever be."

I was stunned. Speechless.

He continued. "And you've been a better friend to me the last couple months than I deserve. I was in a really dark place, and you almost single-handedly pulled me out. So... thank you."

There was a thunderous silence between us. Like all young guys, Matt and I usually traded on snark and ball busting. The honest, raw... feeling in his words completely threw me. And it wasn't just that I didn't know what to say... I didn't know what... to feel. But as he finished, I realized that the "knot" I had been feeling in my stomach was something else entirely. God damn, but it felt like... butterflies.

Shit. What the fuck was that?

I realized my heart was... pounding. And my palms were getting sweaty. My mind was doing cartwheels inside my skull. What the fuck was happening? How long were we sitting there... a minute? An hour?

Matt reached over and... like... patted my leg. A simple gesture. Casual. A gesture that guys palling around wouldn't even notice. But... shit. It made my heart pound faster. What the fuck? I mean, it was just a guy being a guy. Thanking me without words. Right? Because... he was a guy. A fucking guy. And guys... don't....

We're guys, right? Fuck!

FUCK!

My mind finally raced too far ahead of the rest of me. I instinctively pulled back, rising to my feet. "I need a refill," I said declaratively, in an up-beat tone. Too up-beat. Shit. "You ready for more?" My mind whirled, trying to make out clues to what was going on.

For a second, Matt was unreadable. He smoothly stretched, and said... "Yeah, I'm still too damn sober. Hey, where's the bathroom? I'm about ready to piss myself."

"Through the arch, first door on the left," I said with a nod. I watched him wander off.

And... fuck. What the hell was going on? I was... this was all.... What am I doing? I was feeling like I was a fucking teenager on a first date. Completely out of my element. When we were sitting together, it felt like... something was happening, about to happen. Something. What the fuck was that. He had his hand on my leg and I... goddammit, it felt good. But that was wrong! I mean, we're... guys! We have... well, had... girlfriends.

It's just that... these past few weeks, there's been like a... connection. As I look back, I'd felt a closeness to him. I didn't say anything. I'd never say anything. But he... Matt... he made me feel... I can't even describe it. But it felt good. Really fucking good. And the way he looked at me now just ripped right through me. Did that mean anything?

Shit. Shitshitshit. Did he feel that same way? Was he hinting at... something? Fuck.

FUCK.

But, the longer thought about it, the more something inside me felt clearer. Felt important. I set down the drinks, and walked to the archway. Leaning there. My stomach turning over in fucking somersaults.

I heard Matt finish up. The door opened. Matt started to walk out, his eyes vaguely looking down. He saw me. Standing there. And stopped. He looked at me.

He fucking looked at me.

And Jesus fucking Christ, I felt something. Something I never felt, certainly not toward a guy. Something that was raging. And boiling. Inside me. My pulse was pounding so hard he had to have heard it.

He looked at me. An intensity I'd never felt before. I took a step forward. A flood of emotions screaming inside me, louder than I thought possible. I stopped. His expression... shifted. There was... a clarity. A certainty. Like something was coming into focus. I closed the distance between us, reached up and gripped his shoulder. My hand was shaking.

Fuck it.

I leaned in and kissed him. Hard.

It was a rush of emotions. Of feelings: fear, need, heat. Everything. All at once. Tingling all over. Shit. It felt good.

I pulled back slightly, almost afraid of what would happen next. And then...

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...and then Matt's face slammed against mine. And it was fucking on.

Holy fuck.

Look, I've kissed lots of women in my time. I know the drill... or at least thought I did. But this one turned me upside down and inside out. With a woman, you were... I dunno, inviting her along. Teasing her. Getting her ready. Matt was already there, fucking hungry as I was. This wasn't a teaser, it was like full-on sex... the most aggressive sex of my life.

Holy fuck.

The force of Matt's kiss drove me hard against the wall behind me. I went after him even harder. Anyone watching us would have assumed we were trying to kill each other. We were like hyenas ripping apart a dead wildebeest, going at it with a violence that took my breath away.

But it wasn't just the aggression that surprised me. I mean, at 6'2" I'm a big guy. I've never had someone my equal make out with me. My height. My weight. And there was his beard. Wiry but soft. It set my skin on fire. I'd never felt anything like it. I couldn't help but run my fingers through it.

Oh hell YEAH... I was clearly making out with a GUY.

We wrenched apart from each other, breathing in explosive gasps. And then we slammed into each other again, harder than before. God. The heat of him. The fire of his mouth, the strength of his tongue as it rammed down my throat, forcing me to fight back. His hands were everywhere, grabbing me as hard as he was kissing me. I fucking pushed back and slammed him against the wall, worked up so much that it was like I was gnawing his face off. No woman could fucking EVER kiss like that.

Matt broke the kiss, but slid down and went after my neck with that same fucking intensity. And that about did me in. The scour of his beard against my neck had me howl out an inhuman sound of raw, desperate need. I slammed my face against him in turn, my mouth pressed against the skin of his neck, and got a blast of his scent again. Strong. Raw, unfiltered. Masculine. I would never be able to breathe that smell without going rock hard.

Shit. I was hornier than I had ever been in my life. Harder than steel. Harder than I'd ever been in my life. Straining in my pants. Straining in my own skin.

And then it hit me... something momentous. From our positions, I realized Matt was as hard as I was. I could feel his cock, trapped in his jeans as he slowly rubbed it against me. I started grinding against him, pushing back with everything I had. We were fucking dry humping each other through our clothes.

God it was fucking amazing. What struck me was a sense of... freedom. Cut free of restraints. Of being myself. Being a fucking MAN. Not having to hide my fire, water myself down. Knowing where things were going without asking... or asking for permission. And being met head-on by a guy as horned up as I was, with no interest in taking prisoners.

I let out a gasp as I felt his hand slide roughly down my body, to grab my dick. He started to roughly--and I mean roughly--massage me. FUUUUCK. Oh God, his hand! Even through my pants! He was a guy, and knew what he was doing. Knew the pressure, the grip. Fuck. Every part of my body started screaming in need. Needing more.

I slammed my hands down his body, knocking his hands out of the way, and violently tried to pull his belt open. Shit. My mind scrambled as I realized I was doing this familiar motion in reverse, my fingers barely able to function given my hormonal rage. After a few bumbling mishaps, I got his pants open and dove inside. His bush swirling around my fingers. Fuck... a man's fucking hair! Finally closing around his massive, hard cock.