Written by naughyboy
Cory watched the flakes drift somberly through the window of his first floor apartment, thinking to himself how cold and lonely each of them was. There was just three days until Christmas, the holiday he despised over all others. The season always reminded him of the painful fact that followed him around all his life: he was alone. His father had never been around, and since his mother passed four years ago, he'd spent his holidays alone, cooped up in his apartment, usually watching some ridiculous movie that was as far away from the notion of Christmas as he could get.
He turned from the window back to his studio apartment, is disarray, the way it usually was. His mattress sat on the ground against the far wall next to the kitchen, and in-between his toes and the sheets were a series of piles of clothes, some dirty, some clean. He hadn't the chance to sort them. Or, rather, he hadn't the drive.
The depression was so severe that it crept into every nook and cranny of his life. Where he stood, staring over his assorted mess, he was nude. His smooth, slender body glistened with a sheen of sweat from some rigorous activities. Moments before, he had been lying on his bed, with his eyes shut tightly and his mind focused on whatever thought might conjure erotic pleasure. He'd imagined a man, with a broad chest and meaty hands wrapping around his hips and pulling his ass into him. He moaned while he fantasized about being pinned to his mattress, the man grinding himself atop him. He pictured the way the man's forearms would appear, thick and muscular where they were planted beside his head.
And yet, despite his best efforts, he couldn't manage to raise his member. In the aftermath, he stared angrily down at it, drooping beneath him, still semi-erect, but nonetheless useless. All he'd wanted this Monday afternoon was to masturbate and fall asleep, letting the sad thoughts of his loneliness drift into some quiet recess of his mind while the hours slipped away. Instead, he was unable to finish.
"You bastard," he said, staring down at it.
He could still feel it, the pulsating tingle of an impending erection. It was only a tease, however, and no amount of tugging, rubbing, or pillow humping managed to fully raise it.
"I'm twenty one years old, this is ridiculous," he said to himself, collapsing onto his back with his palms covered over his eyes. He rolled to his side on the aged mattress, placing his hands beneath his head as a pillow. "It's just not fair."
He shut his eyes and remained there for a stretch of time. Sleep never came, but his consciousness did wane enough to find himself in a number of different half-dreams. In one, he found himself walking through a mall, naked, while all the customers stared at him like some freakshow. In another, he was back in high school, back in the city, hiding in the gym from the boys who called him names. He hid under the bleachers while he listened to them hunt, calling out to him, "Come here, queer Cory! Come out to play!" Instead, he crept further back into the shadows beneath the bleachers until his hands met with something fleshy. His breath caught in the back of his throat while he turned to find the man from his fantasy. The man grinned while his big hand wrapped beneath Cory's jaw and caressed his soft cheek. While the bullies called out to him, the man guided his wet, red lips downward. On hands and knees, Cory bobbed his head while the man reached down to slip him out of his shorts, exposing his round ass. The man's thick finger ventured between the warm cheeks and slithered inside.
Cory bolted upright in bed, fully awake. He rubbed sweat from his forehead, then caught a glimpse of his cock. His mouth opened in astonishment. He was hard.
He immediately seized himself, wrapping his fingers around it and stroking. He bit into his bottom lip while he used his hips to help his effort, pumping himself forward. When he felt his was close, he mouth opened and he gasped. Then...
Nothing. He couldn't finish. And now he was left with a hardon so stiff he felt he could faint. He groaned, throwing himself back onto the bed. "This just isn't fair," he said.
His head turned to the side, watching the snow continue to drift through the midday sunlight. His window looked out to a small yard in the center of the apartment complex. Other units were visible across the way, and to the left and right. Probably vacant, he thought to himself, off to see their families and friends. The complex itself was at the edge of town, nearer the university, and therefore served a lot of the students. Cory was not a student, instead working nights at the gay bar on the outskirts of campus.
He looked down at his cock. Red, hard, and un-climaxable. It wasn't going away. "Unbearable," he muttered to himself. He peered out into the yard again, and a thought crossed his mind. The snow. He shook his head, dismissing it, but it crept back. He thought about stuffing his bare cock into the snow for just a moment, long enough to numb the damn thing and keep it from making him so horny.
He groaned. "I can't," he said aloud, as if convincing himself not to go through with it. Then, he thought, what else could he do? Keep trying to sleep, then wank, then sleep, never really doing either? "Fine," he said to himself.
He walked up to his sliding door, looking out onto the fresh, white powder growing by the minute from the collecting snowfall. "Just a moment, no one will see," he said.
His thumb found the lock behind the handle and flipped it up, unlocking the door. He gently eased it back and felt the cool winter air rush over his sweaty body. He shivered instantly, but could still feel the intense heat in his cock.
He poked his head out and stared around the edge of the yard, to each of the units. He didn't find a single one that appeared lit inside. That was a good sign. He took his first step out into the snow. His bare foot sunk into its cold wetness, but it wasn't as shocking as he anticipated. He found the second step much easier, and then he was outside.
Suddenly, he felt extraordinarily self-conscious. He was completely naked with a raging hard on outside in the middle of winter. It felt crazy. "Fuck it," he said, and continued walking. Once he was a few feet from his sliding glass door, he dropped to his knees and felt the cold rush of the snow surge up into his body. "Shit," he cursed. But he was determined to do what he set out to do. He dropped down onto his hands, all fours, in the snow. For a moment he felt rather sexual, like he were presenting himself, but the thought was quickly dashed by the purpose of the moment. He had to get rid of his erection.
He slowly lowered himself into the snow and felt the cold surface as his tip pierced it. He immediately pulled back, instinctively protecting his member. "Damnit, Cory."
Then a noise distracted himself from behind. His eyes widened and his breath paused. He twisted his head back over his shoulder to see if his worst fears came true. His vision scanned over the doors, finding all of them vacant. All, except for one.
To the right of his open door, two down, was a second open door. In it stood a man, leaned against the frame, with a festive sweater, jeans, and a mug of something hot that gave steam rolling off into the air beneath his pointed nose. He was a large man, but not fat, burly might have been the word that came to Cory's mind had it not been reeling in fear. The deep brown eyes of the man stared directly into Cory's blues, then panned along his bare back to his prominently featured plump, white ass as it rose behind him.
"Oh, god," Cory muttered as his hand slipped and his body fell into the snow. He struggled against the slippery ground to get back to his feet. When he finally did, he assumed his legs would start a sprint towards his open door. He believed his body would seek shelter and privacy and a stiff drink in the wake of the embarrassing encounter. He thought that he would want to forget this ever happened. Instead, his body froze.
His blonde hair laid wet and tousled atop his head. His legs parted beneath him and his cock remained stiff. Like a deer in headlights, all he could manage was to stare into the entrancing brown stare of the man with his coffee staring back. He felt a tingle race across his flesh, like tiny pricks stabbing him, but his cock continued to surge. He felt his member stiffen even more than it had before he tried stuffing it into the snow. As his mind spun, he realized he was turned on.
"Oh, no," he whispered breathily as he felt something sweep over him. It was the familiar moments just prior to coming, when the pit of his stomach fell deeper, and blood rushed to his lower body, where he could feel his cock and his ass acutely. He clenched his butthole and felt the tenseness at the base of his penis. "No, no, no," he said to himself, though the approaching ecstasy was screaming yes.
He bit into his lower lip as the tense feeling moved up his shaft to his tip, which began to clench, then release. It burst forth, first in one, thick spurt, shooting white cream into the white snow, then in several more spurts, followed by a prolonged, steady trickle that dripped along the length of his cock. The mere presence of the man watching him had sent him over the edge.
When at last he felt it empty, he cupped the head of his cock with both hands and rushed back to his apartment, throwing the door shut behind him and dropping down against it.
"Holy shit, what did I just do?" he asked himself.
Then came the knock at the door.
Cory could still feel his cock spasming as he peered through the spyhole of his door to see who knocked. To no surprise, it was the man, with his handsome eyes and his steaming cup. What did he want? Cory thought. He was still naked, standing behind the door, wanting to throw it open and be stared at again, an impulse he desperately suppressed. "What's happening to me?" he wondered aloud.
"Hey, kid, I know you're in there," came his deep, baritone voice through the thick wood. "It's alright, I just want to make sure you're okay."
Okay? Not at all, thought Cory, who assumed he was losing his mind. He unlocked the door and slightly eased it back to reveal his face to the man. "Yeah," he replied bashfully. "I'm okay."
The man chuckled. "Takes a lot to run naked into the snow. The rush of it, I guess it can be pretty exciting, huh?" He chuckled again.
The sound of his voice was arousing and Cory could feel his cock remaining stiff. His body reeled and the door crept open without his knowing. The man peered down at his naked form, raising an eyebrow. "Sorry," said Cory, but he left the door where it was.
"Nothing to be ashamed of, kid," replied the man. "We all have our fetishes, right?"
Cory thought it was a forward thing to say, but nodded all the same. "Sure."
"I can't say I didn't enjoy it, either," the man said, his voice dropping lower.
"You liked watching me..."
"Shoot?" The man nodded. "I like cute boys like you. Especially the wild ones. I think you're a wild one."
Cory could feel another surge filling his body. "You think so?"
The man reached forward, wrapping a large, warm hand around Cory's hip, feeling the hot, wet flesh there. He squeezed his fingers and pulled Cory closer so that his body rubbed against the man's clothes. Cory then felt the hand reach back, grabbing a handful of his ass. Cory had always been told he had an amazing ass on the occasions he'd shown it to men. They were few and far between, however, on account of Cory's shyness. Now, however, it seemed miles away, drifting off on the winter wind blowing in from outside.
He bit into his lower lip while the man fondled him. "Absolutely," the man replied. "But I think you've kept it hidden. I think you need to release that wild side." His hand wrapped completely around Cory's left ass cheek and pulled it to the side. Cory felt his asshole squeeze, then release. The man's finger teased it, stuffing his index finger inside to the first knuckle. "So warm," said the man, stuffing it further, to the second knuckle. "And tight." Then he added, "You're such a good boy." He pulled the finger out then and raised it to Cory's lips, which obediently suckled. "But that's the problem." He stuffed the finger deeper into Cory's mouth for him to taste. "You need to be a bad boy."
The man pulled his finger from Cory's mouth then placed the hand open palmed against the small of his back, pushing his body into the door. He was now naked, pressed against the door, with the cold outside air rushing over him. Still, he sweat. The man lowered his hand to his ass, squeezed once, then spanked him, hard. It was so hard Cory feared the neighbors would hear. Then he didn't care. He wanted it again. He could sense the man saw it in his eyes, the wanting. The man gave it to him. It was so hard his cock pressed against the wood of the door. It hurt, but in such a good way that Cory moaned desperately.
"Again, please!" he begged.
"Again, please, what?" the man said.
Cory bit his plump, red lip. He could intuit what the man wanted to hear. "Again, please, daddy."
The man smiled. "That's the bad boy I want."
He struck Cory's round ass again, leaving a massive red hand print across both cheeks. "Oh my god..." Cory uttered between pants.
"I know," said the man. "That's the naughty boy coming out. I want to see him take over like I did just a minute ago in the back. Let's see that naughty thought take over your body, kid. Let's see that hot little cock spurt another load for daddy."
Cory couldn't believe what was happening. He also couldn't bear to think of coming back to his senses and stopping it all. The man was a stranger, and Cory was nude with his door open to the winter outside. Anyone could see them.
The man spanked him again. He spanked him so hard the fear was beaten out of him. He reached back towards the man's crotch and felt against it. With his fingers he made out the outline of a massive, hard cock. It was twice as thick as his own, and an inch longer, he could tell. He wanted it. He wanted to feel it in his mouth and in his ass.
The man let him unzip and pull it out. It was warm and thick, hard and the skin wet with sweat. "You want this?" asked the man.
Cory nodded. "Yes, daddy."
"You need to beg for it, bad boy." He swiped his hand across Cory's ass once more. Cory dropped to his knees, naked, before the man. He stared up with puppy dog eyes. "Please, daddy, can I taste it?"
The man stared down. Then he nodded. Cory stared into the eye of the massive cock, watching precum drip. He wrapped his tongue around it, tasting the salty flavor. He could barely fit it, but then the man grabbed the back of his head and forced it in. He wrapped both hands around Cory's blonde hair and pumped his cock in and out of Cory's mouth.
"That's it, bad boy," said the man. Cory could barely take it, he wanted the man's cum to burst into his mouth and dribble down his chin. But he also wanted the man to take him against the door, stuff his hard manhood deep into his tight ass.
"Mmm, mmmm," Cory sounded, with the girth filling from cheek to cheek. He wrapped his hands around the backs of the man's legs. The man kept his large grip around the back of Cory's head, thrusting himself to the back of Cory's throat. He'd never been used like this before, and therefore never realized how amazing it felt.
The man pulled out of Cory's mouth. Spit dribbled down Cory's red lips, along his chin, dripping onto his smooth thighs beneath him. "Get up, bad boy."
On his command, Cory stood, legs shaky, but he was able to present himself before the man. His cock was rock hard, he could feel it. The man took Corey's shoulders and turned him. He thrust the boy into the door, which rattled against the wall behind it. Unconsciously, Corey pushed his ass out towards the man in presentation. Then he felt the length of the fat cock press itself between his ass cheeks and force his body into the wood. His cock slammed against the door, pressed hard between it and his belly. He felt precum ooze onto his belly, smeared across beneath his belly button.
The man slowly humped Corey's ass while wrapping one hand around his hip and another around his throat. "You ready to please daddy, bad boy?"
"Yes," Corey throatily exhaled. The cold was washing over him, but the heat from his core kept him sweating. He felt beads of perspiration slip along his back and his chest, dripping along his smooth skin and around the curvature of his ass.
The cock lifted and for a moment Corey wanted to grab it to keep it from leaving. But then it returned, parallel to the ground and pointed towards his puckered asshole. The wet tip pressed against it, pushing. At first, the pain sent ripples through him, but then he relaxed and felt the shaft start to slip inside. The man pressed his face against Corey's cheek, stubble rubbed up against him. "That's it, bad boy, let daddy use you."
Corey moaned, squeezed his butthole around the massive intruder and listened to the man moan with pleasure. Then he relaxed again and felt it force itself deeper. Corey was filled and his tight hole stretched to swallow the massive cock. He felt it slip back, and inch or two sliding out, then three pumping back in. The base of his cock met with Corey's ass, and he felt the man's sack tickle the bottom of his cheeks. "It feels so good, daddy."
"Mmm, you're so naughty," whispered the man, then slammed the full length of his cock inside. Corey burst into a scream of pleasure, which the man stifled by tightening his grip around Corey's throat and pulling it back. "Shut your mouth or you'll get it harder."
Corey bit his bottom lip, but moaned behind it so the man slammed his cock inside again, ass cheeks clapping against the hard, muscular lower body of the man. He didn't even know his neighbor's name, but now he was completely given over.
"Oh my..." came a voice from some yards away. Both heads turned to the left to see an elderly woman staring on, two bags of groceries in her hands, which promptly dropped at the sight of one brawny man with his cock shoved into a smaller, nude boy just outside his apartment.
The man threw Corey inside, stepped in himself, then slammed the door shut. Soon as it rattled into the frame, Corey looked up from the floor he fell onto deep into the man's brown gaze. As they exchanged glances, they attempted to catch their breaths.
Then they both burst into laughter.
Corey blushed, and covered his face with his hands. The man's body heaved with each guffaw, then leaned back into the door.
"I can't believe we did that," said Corey. "I don't even know your name."
"Matt," said the man, winding down his laughter, but keeping a handsome grin that became infectious upon Corey's lips.
"Nice to formally meet you," said Matt. "I can't believe it either." He crossed his arms staring down at Corey's naked body curled beneath him. "Seeing you outside, you awoke something inside of me that I haven't felt in a long time."
Corey raised a brow. "Lust?"
Matt shrugged. "Something more powerful than that."
Corey understood. It was like a spark ignited the instant their eyes locked, and set off a fire inside both of them that could only be put out by the other. He didn't know how to explain it in the moment though, instead just smiled seductively up at his neighbor.
"You make me feel amazing, kid," Matt continued. "I knew when I watched you come that I had to have you. So I knocked on your door. I didn't know what I was going to say, but when you answered, it just came to me."
"Yeah," Corey replied. "Your words drove me crazy. I still can't believe what you made me do. I've never done that before. Would you believe I rarely have sex? And the crazier thing is that I can't stop thinking about doing it again!"
They laughed again. When it wound down, Matt said, "Well, why not? We live practically next door to one another, we should do this as often as it pleases us."
Corey moaned just thinking about it, which made Matt smile. "God, let's do it every day this week!" he exclaimed. Then Matt's silence reminded him what day was around the corner. That awful holiday. "Oh, sorry," Corey said, falling back into himself. "I'm sure you have Christmas plans, and I'm sure a twenty one year old boy would look weird--"
"No, no," Matt interrupted. "It's not like that. I mean, we did just meet, but I..." he trailed off. Corey stared up at him, watching as he scratched the back of his head and grimaced. He wondered what it was that seemed to be torturing Matt. "I guess you could say I'm not like most people. My Christmas plans won't include family and presents and Santa. I just got out of a long term relationship."
So that's what it is, Corey thought to himself. Matt had been with someone who probably didn't please him the way Corey did sexually, hence the passionate and sudden attraction they'd felt. And with a break up comes loneliness, and holidays spent in isolation. While they came from different versions of lonely, Corey felt a kindred connection in that respect. They were both alone, during a time when no one was alone.
"I understand," said Corey, rising to his knees. "You don't have to say anything. You need some time." He lifted his knee and brought it closer, then moved the other, until he was kneeling before the man, whose cock remained out and stiff. "For now, though, daddy, forget about Christmas. Just think about my mouth and how much come you're going to fill it with."
Matt smiled, sliding his thumb down against Corey's soft cheek. "My little bad boy."
He watched while Corey's big red lips wrapped themselves around the cock that had moments before buried itself deep in his ass. He could sense this fact turned Matt on, which in turn excited Corey all the more, adding to his bad boy persona. "My dirty little bad boy," Matt added before groaning in pleasure to the wet sensations of Corey's mouth.
Cory tasted the whole of Matt's manhood, flicking his tongue across the tip and enjoying the salty precum as it trickled, then along the shaft that had so impressively stretched his ass, down to the base where he fondled Matt's balls. "Mmm," was all Corey could manage, though he wanted to exclaim how good Matt's cock tasted with all its flavors.
Matt's groaning grew in intensity which told Corey he was moments away. He felt Matt's strong hands wrap around the back of his head as he forcefully pumped himself to the back of his throat. Corey gagged while he felt the first burst. It shot down his throat, followed by a succession of gooey, thick cream that coated his tongue as Matt pulled out. He took the tip out of Corey's mouth and pressed it against his pursed lips, shooting more across them, getting it all over Corey's face. It was his first facial, and it nearly made him cum himself.
After a few more mouth pumps, Matt retreated, pulling his cock away and stuffing it back into his pants as he watched Corey lick the come from his lips.
"That was fun," said Matt.
"Yeah, it was really fun," Corey agreed.
They stared into each other's eyes a prolonged moment until the sound of a car door stole Matt's gaze to the peephole. Corey watched as Matt stared nervously through, then turned back to Corey with a changed expression. "I have to go," he said.
"Alright," Corey said, confused. "Tomorrow?"
Matt nodded without eye contact, then exited the front door, inadvertently slamming it behind him in his haste.
"What was that about?" Corey wondered aloud.
The confusion was quickly swept away by the memory of the preceding moments. He smiled, then bit his bottom lip, still tasting himself on Matt's cock and all his come, feeling excited for their next encounter and not at all feeling depressed about the impending holiday. Maybe it would be a decent Christmas after all.
After a lengthy debate with himself, Corey had settled on a pair of skinny jeans without underwear, and a tight shirt he'd bought for working out and never used. He reasoned with himself that sex with Matt was basically a workout with the amount of physical effort that went into it, and on top of that the profuse amounts of sweat he perspired while in the throes.
With only two days remaining til Christmas, Corey usually only felt sorry for himself at this point, but instead his mind was buzzing with thoughts of skin and cock and intimacy. All he could think about was Matt, with his deep brown eyes and his chiseled face and his light stubble that drove him mad when it rubbed against him. He'd lived next to him for so long and never considered him, probably thinking he was either straight or way out of his league. He was certainly out of his normal age range, but something about that seemed perfect for him. He'd grown tired of the endless stream of boys who didn't know what they wanted, or worse, weren't even sure they liked other boys. To be controlled by a man, a real man, with thick wood and buff arms was nothing short of exceptional.
Corey sat on his couch, staring at a blank television set, awaiting another knock at the door. At one point, he laughed at himself, thinking it silly to waste an entire day waiting on this, but then he quickly dismissed it with the notion that he was being obedient, and that Matt would like that very much in his bad boy toy.
He felt his cock harden and began to rub it atop the jeans, but had to tell himself to stop, stuffing his hands between the cushions to keep from masturbating. He wanted to save himself for Matt. But as time wore on, he wondered where Matt was.
He looked up to his wall clock which read three forty seven.
"Shit," he muttered. He wished he'd made concrete plans at that point, wondering if Matt would even come back to knock. Maybe Matt was expecting him to saunter over for the second sexcapade. No, Corey thought. Matt would want to come over, defile him in his own home.
Then again, on second thought, Corey felt something. A twinge somewhere deep inside at the base of his heart, there was a warm, fuzzy expression of longing for Matt, beyond what lust there was in the foreground. He wanted to see him, see how he lived, see his home, and see, perhaps, if he could fit somewhere in it.
Then his mind ran away on fantasies, of being Matt's roommate, and boyfriend, and lover. He pictured movie nights, and impassioned sex on the couch, and eggs in the morning, and-- "Oh, god," he said to himself, rubbing his face as it flushed, "what's wrong with me?"
He couldn't get rid of it, though. He kept thinking about being with Matt, the man he'd lived two doors down from, as the man of his dreams.
He stood from his couch and headed for the door, hesitating only the length of a breath to gain confidence before stepping out into the midday cold and march over towards Matt's unit.
He came to the door and raised his knuckle against it, rapping three times.
Then he waited.
His stomach began to churn and gooseflesh rose across his arms, which he rubbed to remove. Sudden doubts flooded his mind in the moments before the door pulled back.
It was not the handsome face of Matt.
It was the handsome face of another complete stranger.
"Yes?" said the man, crossing his arms in his silk button up, the buttons undone. He had blue eyes, just like Corey, but he was larger, and older, and in general seemed much more put together than Corey ever felt. Over his broad shoulder, Corey caught a glimpse of Matt, standing back in the living room, rising awkwardly from the couch to stare back. "Can I help you?" the new man said after a prolonged silence.
"Uh, yeah, sorry," Corey fumbled with his words, "I was just wondering if you had some sugar. For my coffee. I made some." Stop talking, he told himself, meanwhile feeling a knife twist in his chest.
The man laughed in his face. "Really? I didn't know that was an actual thing. Like, actually asking your neighbor for a cup of sugar." He turned back to Matt, rigid a few feet behind him. "Babe, do you have some sugar for the boy?"
Matt didn't say anything, instead walking into the kitchen and returning with a cliche Christmas mug with a cartoon of a snowman dancing around a Christmas tree. Within were several spoonfuls of golden sugar in the raw. Of course he used sugar in the raw, thought Corey. A man of fine tastes. And multiple partners. For a moment, Corey envisioned throwing the sugar in the face of Matt's apparent boyfriend, but instead he took it into his chest and thanked them and headed back to his apartment with his head hung, his feet trudging, and his spirit dashed. The moment his door shut, the loneliness surged back into his heart and he curled up on his mattress and fell asleep.
The common area outside his sliding glass door was dark, lit dimly by the lights of other units, causing the light snow to twinkle in the air as it fell. It was the first image that appeared to Corey, sideways from the way he laid, as he awoke to the sound of a soft knock against his door. It wasn't until the second series of more forceful knocks that he threw off his blanket and rose, stretching for a moment before shuffling to the door and opening it to the one person he no longer wanted to see.
"Hey," said Matt, his hands stuffed into his jeans, his face awash with guilt.
"What do you want?" said Corey.
Matt stared down at Corey for a moment before asking, "Can I come in for a moment?" Then he raised a bottle in-between them, a fine looking cabernet, not that Corey knew much about expensive wines. At the most, he spent eleven dollars, and that was usually for a box.
Corey stepped to the side, rubbing sleep from his eye with the ball of his palm. "Sure," he acquiesced.
Matt stepped into the apartment and walked into the kitchen, sifting through cupboards to find a pair of plastic cups in the absence of stemmed wine glasses. He pulled out the cork and poured each halfway, then returned to find Corey seated on the couch. He took a seat close beside him and passed one plastic cup into his hand, sipping with the other.
Corey stared into the burgundy color of the wine before throwing it back in two gulps. He lowered the cup back into his lap, then stared out into the fall snow as it drifted through the night. "Who was that guy in your apartment? His shirt was undone."
"His name is Nathan," Matt answered.
"Nathan," Corey repeated with distaste. "He's an asshole."
Matt chuckled warmly. "Yes, he is. Most brokers are."
Broker? Corey felt belittled. What was a bartender compared to a broker? "Is that what you do?"
"No," said Matt. "I'm in real estate."
Corey nodded. "So," he said.
"So," Matt repeated.
"What is Nathan to you?"
Matt sighed, a response Corey wasn't looking for. "That's complicated."
Corey turned to face Matt. "How so?"
Matt stared into Corey's blue eyes, then at his red lips. Corey felt blood surge south, but he resisted. He held onto his anger in light of recent revelations. "Nathan and I go back a few years. We were friends for a long time, then, when I came out, he told me he loved me. I felt obligated, so I dated him. We were together for a long time, we had a house together, a couple dogs, life was pretty domesticated, which was something I never expected after coming out."
"It's twenty sixteen," replied Corey.
Matt chuckled again and Corey couldn't help smile back. Matt's charisma was an infectious good vibe that washed over Corey the moment he saw him. "That it is," he responded. "And like any other couple living in a house with two dogs, things can go sour pretty easily."
Corey's body unconsciously turned towards Matt, and in the back of his mind he was already forgiving him, despite consciously despising him for being led on. "Things got bad?"
"They did," said Matt. "I decided to move out, against his wishes, into this apartment complex. The idea was to get some clarity on the situation, have some space to think things over."
Corey's heart sank. That meant they weren't truly broken up. He was familiar with couples who used "breaks" to fuck other people. He promised himself he wouldn't let them burn him again. And yet here he was. "So he's still your boyfriend?"
"In a way, yes," Matt admitted. "Then, in another way, no."
"Well," Matt began, thinking a moment before proceeding, "being with you, in the wild way we were, made me rethink what I wanted. I thought, yeah, maybe I did really love Nathan and I was just being stubborn about settling down. And then," he reached out, placing his warm hand against Corey's face, "I experienced your body, and the way you looked at me. I felt something, much stronger than what I'd ever felt when I fucked Nathan. I still don't know what it is, but I can't stop thinking about it."
Corey wrapped a hand around Matt's. "Me neither," he said with a smile.
Matt smiled broadly back. "You drive me crazy, kid."
"So, what does that mean for you?"
"Well, I won't know until I follow this new avenue to its end."
Butterflies swarmed in Corey's belly, and blood rushed to his cock and ass. He didn't suppress it this time. He let the feeling take over. "So," Corey raised an eyebrow.
Matt placed his wine cup on the table beside the bed, then returned to grab Corey's face and kiss him. Corey's body swelled with delight, fluttering into every corner. He tasted the expensive wine on Matt's thin lips, and he wrapped his big, red lips around them. Matt suckled them, biting softly into the bottom, then shoving his tongue inside for a passionate French. He wrapped his hand around Corey's throat and Corey felt melted in his grasp.
Matt pulled back, staring down at Corey's wet lips. "Let's go to my place."
Corey felt giddy. "Yes!"
As Corey crossed the threshold of Matt's apartment, Matt a close step behind him gripping his plump ass, he couldn't help feeling happy. He hadn't felt it for so long, he nearly banned it from his life, like any possible return would be a dubious Trojan horse for more sadness.
The inside of Matt's apartment was immaculate. The place was decorated with an earthy, yet modern vibe. The living room was arranged like a catalogue, the plush looking couch inviting. Corey sauntered over to it, pulling his shirt over his head, then riding his hands down his body to his pants, unbuttoning, and shimmying out of them. As he drew them down over his smooth legs, he bent forward, watching Matt grin lustfully.
When he was completely nude, Corey mounted the arm of the couch, perching his now hard cock at its edge, showcasing his plump ass behind him as he leaned forward. With the deep brown eyes of the man that controlled him with a simple thought falling on his buttocks, Corey set to grinding himself on the arm of the sofa, working his ass out behind him until he felt the heat swarm to the surface and cause a layer of sweat produce itself.
Matt stood back, just watching, while Corey erotically presented himself. He both hated and loved it, the waiting that Matt put him through. He was Matt's naked little naughty boy, heating up his body for his man's approach. He reached back with his hands and slapped them against his ass, recalling how hard Matt had spanked him the day before. He moaned to the memory. He pulled his cheeks apart, revealing his puckered asshole, clenching and releasing as he humped the fabric. He ventured the index finger of his right hand towards the erogenous hole, teasing it on the outside, encircling it. He could see Matt's cock fill his pants and craved it.
Corey put the finger in his mouth, working it around his tongue, tasting it, soaking it with spit, then returned it to his hole and slipped it inside. He worked it in and out, simulating at one tenth the scale what he wanted Matt to do to him with his fat cock.
"Grind that pretty little ass, baby," Matt commanded.
Corey obeyed, intensifying his actions on the sofa. He could feel the heat surge to his penis, filling it and making it rock hard. To keep from coming, every few humps he slowed down, exhaling some of the pressure of his lust.
From his distance, Matt asked, "Are you going to be a dirty boy again for me, Corey?"
Corey nodded. "Yes, daddy."
"And you're going to do everything I tell you to?"
Corey nodded obediently again. "Yes, daddy."
"Pull that finger out of your ass and suck it."
Corey stuffed it once more deeply inside his butthole then retracted, feeling every inch of it as it exited, his asshole spasming as it left. Then he rose the finger slowly towards his lips, holding eye contact with Matt, all the while grinding his cock against the sofa.
"That's it, you filthy boy," said Matt. "Taste yourself for me."
Corey's breathing quivered, he felt immensely horny. He stuffed his finger into his mouth and moaned. Matt groaned with pleasure at watching the naughty boy obey him in his apartment.
Corey paused the finger sucking for a moment to breathily whisper, "You can make me do anything you want, daddy."
Corey then spanked himself as hard as he could to leave a bright red mark across his right butt cheek. At the same moment, he felt a premature burst from the tip of his penis, and at the same time heard the front door open behind Matt.
"Oh god," Corey exhaled.
As his body convulsed with premature waves of pleasure rolling through it, his penis pumping precum out onto the sofa's arm, his eyes met with those of a now familiar face. Standing just behind and beside Matt in fashionable winter attire, Nathan stared at at the naked boy oozing semen onto the couch arm.
"Oh my god," Corey couldn't help himself, the pleasure wouldn't stop in light of the turn of events.
"Oh my god is right," said Nathan grimacing. "What a slut."
"His name is Corey," Matt replied defiantly.
Corey, still in the throes of pleasure, despite feeling humiliated naked on the couch, was glued to it. "Are you serious?" Nathan responded.
He walked over to Corey, standing directly behind him. "I enjoy him," Matt answered.
Nathan crossed his arms, examining Corey's naked body before him. Without hesitation, he grabbed Corey's ass with one hand and his cock with the other. Corey was frozen. He didn't know what to do but to look over to Matt. His body was convulsing with pleasure, and now, with a man's hands laid on it and gripping his cock, he couldn't help being pushed right up to the edge. All Matt's eyes offered were lust, instead of apology. For an instant, Corey was angry, but that quickly subsided to a more subversive thought. He was going to please his man, by putting on a show.
"This is what you're into now, Matt?" Nathan said with a spank to Corey's behind.
Upon the sound of the spank, Corey humped the sofa arm harder and moaned. Nathan's head twisted to stare in disgust at Corey, whose head was turned back grinning. "Again, please, sir."
Nathan's jaw unhinged, but Matt crossed his arms and smiled on. "Are you fucking serious?" Nathan shook his head. "Alright," he added, stuffing his tongue into his cheek and spanking Corey again. Corey moaned louder and Nathan shook his head again. "Oh, you want it harder, you little slut?"
"Yes," Corey gasped.
Nathan swung his hand against Corey's ass as hard as he could and Corey felt it. The sting radiated across his flesh, his ass jiggled for several seconds, then settled with a deep red mark. "You like being treated like a naughty boy, huh? You like fucking my man, huh?" Nathan unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants, pulling out his cock and stroking it until it was stiff. "Let me show you how a real man fucks."
He spit into his hand and lubed his shaft, then promptly shoved his cock straight into Corey's ass. Instead of pumping, he grabbed Corey by the throat, pulling his head back, and whispering, "Make me come, dirty boy."
Corey obeyed. He stared back at Matt, arms crossed, package bulging. He bit into his red bottom lip holding eye contact, then began to grind his ass with such speed that Nathan nearly fell back. Nathan stared down at the incredible sight, Corey's ass bouncing off his cock so fast it hurt. Corey felt Nathan's hand unconsciously tighten around his neck, but he couldn't breathe anyway. He was too concentrated on slamming his ass back on the cock, biting deeply into his bottom lip, feeling sweat pool in the small of his back atop his shaking butt. All the while, he kept staring over at Matt, offering his body with his eyes, This is what you want to see, Daddy? You want to watch your dirty boy make another man come?
As he finished the thought, so too did Nathan finish inside him. He felt the cock explode, pushing jizz deep into his rectum, filling it until Corey felt it couldn't hold anymore. Nathan pulled him forcefully back, holding his naked body against him, his sweaty ass pressed firmly against his lower body, as he gained his breath, still slowly pumping his cock in and out while the come dripped.
"You've made a mess, Corey," said Matt matter-of-factly.
"Do you want me to clean it, daddy?"
Nathan looked between the two dumbfounded as Matt nodded.
Corey lifted his ass off Nathan's cock, and Nathan quivered as he did so. He stumbled back a pace as Corey dropped to his knees in front of him, intentionally spreading his legs and pushing his ass back to accentuate its curvature, now glistening with sweat and come spread across it.
"What the...?" was all Nathan managed as Corey wrapped his pouty red lips around his come covered member. Corey took it to the back of his throat, lashing his tongue around it as he bobbed off, then back on. He felt Nathan pump a second, slightly smaller load into his mouth, which was obvious to Matt watching as Nathan convulsed and moaned again.
"Let's see it, Corey," he said.
Corey leaned back against the couch, turned his face to Matt, and opened his mouth. He let the load dribble out over his lip down to his chest, where it raced along his slick skin down to his belly. Corey looked down, watching the white goo spread across his body, admiring how sexy it looked. He took his hands and smeared it along his flesh.
"Such a dirty boy," said Matt.
Nathan stuffed his cock back into his pants in an embarrassed rush.
"Fine," was all he said before rushing out the door.
When it shut behind him, Matt uncrossed his arms to clap his hands together for Corey's performance. "Stunning," he reviewed.
"Thank you daddy," Corey replied, rubbing the come from his hole across his ass, then cleaning off his fingers with his mouth.
"But you're not done," Matt added, stepping up to him, unzipping his trousers. He quickly seized Corey's head by a handful of hair, lifting him from his crouched position, forcing him back onto the sofa's arm. He pressed his face against the wall behind the couch, while his other hand grabbed at Corey's hip and pulled his ass closer, sliding his cock along the soft fabric where he'd dribbled his precum.
"What are you going to do, daddy?" Corey asked.
But instead of a reply, Corey received his answer in action. Matt stuffed two fingers deep into Corey's ass, working the come out onto them, then reached around and stuffed them into Corey's mouth as he plowed his cock into his ass. Corey screamed as the cock was much larger than Nathan's, larger than he remembered, even. It slammed deep into him. Matt pulled his fingers out of Corey's mouth, wrapped his hand around his throat, then controlled his body like a fuck doll, slamming the wet ass against his thick, long cock and jerking his head back and forth. Corey couldn't believe how powerful Matt was to own him like that, with such surprise and such control. Corey melted into a puddle and became nothing in that moment but Matt's little fuck toy as he slammed his fat manhood deep into Corey's butt, using him. Corey thought of nothing else but this, opening his mouth wide while he felt the hot, massive load empty into his ass. As it shot inside him, he felt his own release, shooting clear across the sofa onto the wall in front of him. He screamed with pleasure, but then Matt gripped his throat so tight he couldn't breathe, pulling his sweaty body back against Matt's rock hard physique, owning his ass with several more punishing pumps and three more distinct cumshots that made Corey into a cum filled fuck thing, the thought of which made him come a second, harder time.
As their cocks wound down, still spasming, Corey moaned desperately as Matt's hand loosened from his neck. He still controlled him, however, pulling his face back to meet his. Despite the filthy things he'd done with his lips, Matt sucked them, and they kissed passionately, with Matt's cock still buried deep in Corey's ass, occasionally pumping more come.
"I love you." The words slipped out of Corey's mouth and he immediately wished he could have eaten them.
Then, Matt replied, "Good." And a warm feeling filled Corey's body, swirling with his lust to form affection.