Dick Town

He pulled away quickly, leaving me overcome with need, to retrieve a condom and lube. My body missed his warmth and embrace, and my dick missed his attentive hand. Impulsively, my hand went into my underwear to nurse my cock, sliding up and down, imagining his hand was mine. I watched his boxer clad ass sway from side to side as he waddled to the bathroom, probably struggling with his erection. God, I hadn’t even seen the guy’s dick, and already I was so far gone.

Biting my lip, I snuck in another hand to cradle my balls, thinking of how his tongue would feel on them. Eyes closed, I didn’t notice Matt standing at the doorway, and didn’t see how he was watching my actions intensely. I didn’t hear his suppressed groans at the absolute bliss on my face. I didn’t sense him practically hurl himself onto the bed until my hands were suddenly his hands, and he was attacking my neck with hot kisses down to my collarbones.

My hands snaked into his soft hair as I let out a positively delicious moan. Matt had moved on from my dick, his fingers probing at my asshole. He let up from my neck, looked into my eyes, and brought his fingers to his mouth. He sucked until his digits were dripping, slowly removing them with a slight pop. I shivered as his hand lowered down my body, leaving a slight wet path to my entrance. His middle finger traced a circle around my hole before steadily pushing in. I clamped down on his finger, my body begging for more to come. He pumped in and out, adding one, then two more fingers, until I was squirming and ready for him.

“Fuck me,” I begged. “Now.”

Matt fished around with his free hand until he found the condom and ripped the package open with his teeth. With a soft squelch he pulled his hand out from me to secure the condom around his cock. I was mesmerized with lust as he squirted some lube onto his hand and slicked himself up, my eyes hungrily watching the way he rubbed himself, the way his head rolled back at the relief, the way his eyes grew even darker as he lined himself to my entrance and slid home.

I let out a soft whine as he filled me, the sensation making me close my eyes with satisfaction.

Matt let out a low groan. “You’re so fucking tight, Dom. I might have to keep you.”

“God, yes,” I chuckled, “Just fucking fuck me already.”

He slowly pulled out, until only his tip was inside.“Impatient much?”

Before I could give a cheeky response, he rammed back inside me, balls deep, and proceeded to fuck the absolute hell out of me.

I couldn’t hold it in. I was screaming in bliss as he fucked me with quick, hard snaps of his hips.

My hands tried to grab onto something, anything, as he built a fast rhythm, but Matt grabbed my hands and yanked them above my head in a vice-like grip. In my new exposed position, he suckled my neck, leaving dark, possessive marks. He kissed along my jawline before connecting with my gasping mouth, his tongue matching the rhythm of his hips.

Suddenly I was hit by an unexpected emptiness as he quickly pulled out. I whined at the loss, but he only smirked even more.

He let go of my wrists, only to roughly grab my ankles. “Lift up your legs,” he commanded. I obeyed, too clueless to understand in my lust addled brain. I just needed him back inside me.

He guided my legs over his shoulders, fitting against me like a puzzle piece. Finally, he slid back inside, picking up his earlier rhythm. I could see fucking stars; in the new position he hit my prostate like a damn jackhammer. I was so far gone by then, I was screaming, I had tears forming in my eyes as I begged for more, faster, harder. My balls tightened, and I felt my orgasm approaching fast.

By the grunts and swears coming out of his mouth, Matt was close too. He reached between us to grab my cock, and pumped in time to his increasingly manic thrusts. I was undone.

Hot, white spurts of cum shot across my sweaty chest. “Fuck! Matt!” I screamed, feeling his own load in me; he stilled and we came together. It was bliss.

A few moments later, he pulled out with a sigh. A condom was lazily thrown across the room and we struggled to catch our breath.

“That - that was an experience.” I breathed.

Matt turned towards me. “You’ve, uh, got a bit on your chest,” he commented.

I stared at him for a solid 20 seconds before bursting out in laughter.

As the man took his pizza, he blurted:

“Can I make you stay? It’s late, gotta be towards the end of your shift..”

The question hung in the air just as I started for my next delivery. It wasn’t the weirdest request I’d gotten as my time as a pizza delivery guy. Hell, it seemed as if this job was a magnet for creepy shit. In my opinion, some days I just don’t get paid enough.

This guy seemed to be nice enough, I thought. His apartment was sparse, though, as if he still hadn’t moved in.

However, my hopes for a decent tip from the next delivery were out the window if I lingered any longer.

“I’ve got some beers and pizza with your name on it. If you choose to stay, that is. Imagine the tip.”

Against my better judgement, I stayed. It was probably the lonely eyes and sad demeanour of this so called “Matt”.

An hour later, we were drunk and happy.

Matt told me how he quit his job as a lawyer months back to pursue his music. His only problem was finding the right people for the right sound. He’d gone through countless genres looking for people who understood him, only to be told he couldn't do this, or do that.

I told him how I was in a rough patch, looking for a better job while delivering pizzas. I’d been laid off my job as a nurse after being outed by my ex-girlfriend as bi.

“They said, and I quote, ‘I’m sorry Mr. Howard but we can’t ruin our hospital with someone as risky as yourself’. They acted as if I had fucking AIDS or something.”

“What kind of douche pudding is that?! You should’ve sued”.

“Yeah, right, Matt.”

Matt sat up straight. “No -fuck-”, he spilled some beer on his Nirvana shirt, “You really should sue.”

“Matt, I don't have the money to sue at the moment nor the will to do it. I’d be outed to my whole family in the process, win or lose, and I run the risk of never getting hired again. Plus, do you know just how many people, gay and straight, ‘can’t trust a bi guy’ ? So let's just leave it”.

“Well, okay then.”

The heavy silence hung between us for a few seconds.

“Did it ever occur to you that you're not the only bi guy with problems?”

Matt’s eyes were just as lonely as before.