Date: Fri, 09 Apr 2010 08:40:11 -0400
From: MJ <oinkerz@mindless.com>
Subject: I Never

I think it's safe to assume that you know if you're not meant to read this,
so please do what is right. This story is pure fiction.

It was a Saturday morning, and I was the only one apart from my father who
was ready to leave for the party later that day. My dad decided to go to
the office to finish up some work he still had to do, and I went along in
the hopes of finding something interesting to do there.

I was used to going to my dad's office with him, but I was surprised to
find so many people there today. Almost everyone my dad worked with was
going to the party, as everyone there were friends. It really was unlike
any usual workplace.

My father and I went upstairs to his office, and passed by the office of
one of my favourite people in the world: Matt. Matt was the friendliest
person you could ever come across, and he always went out of his way to
help in any way he could, even if it inconvenienced him.

He had taken a liking in me, and I suppose it would be safe to say that we
had become good friends, despite him being 37, and me being only 18.

Matt was a large man -- not fat, but just a towering figure. I always had
to look up at him. Matt had light brown hair, blue-green eyes, and he was
quite muscular and hairy.

I on the other hand was of an average height, with dark brown -- almost
black -- hair, blue-grey eyes, and still busy working on my body. I was not
very hairy, except in my arms and underarms.

My dad greeted Matt and went to his own office, but I stayed behind in
Matt's office. We started talking as casually as ever, and the topic turned
to the party later. Matt said that he was very excited to hang out with
everyone again, but that he was going to have to be late.

"Why is that, Matt?" I asked.

"This stupid fucking quote has to be done by tomorrow morning, and I know
that I won't get it done before then unless I work hard for the next hour."
He replied. By that time most people had already left, and it was only
Matt, my dad and I left.

"Well that really sucks Matt," I said, just as my father came into the
office, saying that we should leave.

"Jake can drive with me, if he wants. I'm going to leave in a little while,
and I'm going directly there," Matt said to my dad.

I was very happy at that idea, so I begged my dad to say yes, and he agreed
without much trouble. Matt worked very hard, and I was amazed at how good
he was at having a conversation while working at an extreme pace. He
finished his work in less time than he had anticipated, so he decided to
show me some funny videos he had received via email.

We watched loads of video clips, and I started getting stomach cramps from
all of the laughing. The one video was so good that I got my phone out to
save the name on my phone to search for it later. I saved it, and as I put
it down on the table it fell off (obviously I had paced it too close to the
edge, like the idiot I am). I bent down to pick it up, but I had to sort of
lie down with my chest on Matt's leg and reach between his open legs to the
ground to pick my phone up.

As I reached for my phone I noticed that Matt had seemed to stop breathing,
and I felt something move against my shoulder blade. I sat up and put the
phone down again -- securely this time. I looked at Matt, and his
expression seemed casual, but something about his posture seemed tense.

"What was that Matt?"

"What was what?" he asked.

"Something moved against my shoulder blade as I reached for my phone."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Jake."

"Matt, why won't you tell me? I already have an idea, but I just want you
to tell me. You know you can tell me anything."

Matt sighed heavily, and looked me in the eye. "Tell me what you think it
was, and I'll tell you if you're right."

"Okay then, I think it was your dick. I think you got an erection. Am I
right?"

"Yes, you're right."

"So what were you getting so excited about?" I asked. Our relationship was
open enough that we could talk about this without it getting weird.

Again, he took a deep breath before speaking. "You," he said as he placed
his hand on my knee. "You were so close to my dick that I couldn't help
it. I'm sorry if I offended you or something."

Having his hand on my knee did to me what I suppose my body did to him, so
I placed my hand on his. "You didn't offend me Matt; you know that I would
never take offence with you."

"Well that's good. I was really worried for a second there." As he relaxed
he seemed to notice change in the atmosphere, and I saw his pants start to
tent up a bit. I slowly pulled on his hand, dragging it upward while making
sure his hand maintained contact with my leg. I dragged his hand over my
ball, and over my shaft, and changed direction when I reached my stomach,
taking his hand back down, but this time I made his hand enter under the
fabric of my pants and underwear, and I stopped when his hand was resting
on my cock.

Matt breathed deeply, and took hold of my dick. I reached over and rubbed
his prick through his pants for a while, and he moaned happily when I
finally stuck my hand inside. The cock in my hand felt amazing. I could
tell that it was quite large, and it felt amazingly smooth and silky. I
noticed that he shaved his pubes, and that made me even harder.

After a few minutes I reached up and started to pull his shirt over his
head, and he let go of me to let me accomplish my goal. His body was the
most amazing body I had ever seen before, and I almost shot my load just
from the sight before me.

Matt took my hand and pulled me up to my feet, and undressed me completely,
before taking off the rest of his own clothes. He got to his knees and
slowly put my cock into his mouth, making sure to avoid gagging.

After around 5 minutes he had me entirely inside his mouth and he motioned
for me to start fucking his mouth. When I started out slowly he slapped my
ass to make me go faster. In no time at all I was fucking his mouth at full
speed, and with all of the force I could. I was very surprised to find that
he could take all of me so fast and hard, because I was a bit over average
sized myself.

I shot my load inside his hungry mouth, and he sucked me dry of every last
drop. Matt got up and kissed me passionately, making me taste myself on his
roaming tongue. After a long moment I pulled away and looked deeply into
his eyes.

"I want you to fuck me," I said, getting excited again.

"Are you sure?" he asked, seeming concerned.

"Yes, I want you to be my first ever," I replied.

"Okay, I'll be very gentle."

With that he pulled open a drawer and got some lube which he must have kept
there for emergencies. He laid me down with my back on his desk, and he
lubed us up. Slowly he pushed his one-eyed-monster into me, and I felt a
tingle of pain which grew more and more distinct as he continued. I made
him stop a few times before he made it all the way in, but when he finally
did the pain subsided quickly, and I told him to continue. His rhythm was
slow and loving at first, but as I got used to him he picked up the pace,
and he fucked me fast and hard. I loved every single minute of it. I had
never known such ecstasy before that day, and I never wanted him to stop.

It felt like mere seconds rather than minutes later that he pushed into me
to let go. There was no end to the flood which erupted inside of me, and he
held me tighter against him as he released his tangible love into me. I
knew then that we were no longer just friends, but that we shared a strong
love for one another. He was part of me like nobody else had ever been
before.

"I think we might need to get to that party now, or your dad will think I
stole you or something," Matt said when we were both back to normal. I
agreed, and we got dressed to go to the party.

I had to leave Matt after the party, but I already had plans to be with him
again soon -- but that is another story.



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