Date: Mon, 11 Nov 2002 21:27:38 -0000
From: Malcolm Cowan <Malcolm@malcolmcowan.co.uk>
Subject: The Matchmaker Part 1

THE MATCHMAKER by Magic Malcolm. (mail@malcolmcowan.co.uk)

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First of all, if you find the very idea of two males having sex disturbing,
STOP READING now!

Still here?  Good then you came here to read this Erotic Story featuring
gay men.  These characters are completely fictional and this never ever
happened.  Unless there is a wacky coincidence.

If the law where you happen to live doesn't allow you to read this story,
you really should stop reading.  But I don't actually care.  Bleah.  No, if
you are underage I do ask you to stop reading this now.  If you don't, well
there isn't nothing I can do about it, but feel a little guilty that you're
breaking the law.

This is not my first attempt at writing a Gay Erotic Fiction, but is the
first to not contain celebrities.  If you like this, be sure to check out
my other stories here at Nifty under the WWF section in the Celebrity
Category.  You can flame me for cheap plugging later...

Vince and Shane
Val Venis and Test
Kevin and Michael
King Goes Hardcore
Jerry's Kid

Now, on with this story.  Part One of THE MATCHMAKER.

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Part One - Revelation

Why is it so hard for people to realize the truth about each other?  I've
known I was gay for years now, but nobody else has the slightest idea.  I
like it that way, I guess.  I'm a private person, and keep my secrets to
myself.  Not even my best friends know everything about me.  That may make
me a strange person, but it's just my personality.

Then again, the same could be said about myself.  I had no idea certain
friends of mine were gay either.  "Friends" might be too strong a word
though.  More like a friend of a brother of a friend.  Guess we're all
blind to things we don't quite understand.

I figured out one of these friends of a friend of a brother...oh skip that,
it's too confusing...was gay in the strangest way.  Mind you, for some
people it is a turn on, but not something I would normally do.

By the way, I'm in my early twenties, big built from weight training, but
not superhumanly muscular.  I'd consider myself ruggedly handsome, but you
can think however you want to concerning my appearance.  It's an erotic
story after all, you're supposed to enjoy it.

Now, back to the story. It was at a restaurant close to where I live.  Me
and a group of friends were celebrating my best friend's promotion at work.
It's one of those fancy restaurants where the prices are large and the
portions are tiny, but hey, I wasn't paying for it.  As well as me and my
best friend, his name is Stephen; also there was Stephen's family, his mum
and dad and little brother Stewart, Stewart's friend Martin, and some other
people I wasn't too familiar with.  Must've been Stephen's work buddies or
something.  It was about time for dessert when Martin excused himself to go
to the toilet, nothing unusual about that.  I snuck a fleeting look at the
retreating Martin.  He wasn't exactly fit, stockily built, but his ass
looked great in those jeans he was wearing.

I thought I had better get to the toilet too, and no, I wasn't thinking
about doing *that*, so I also made my excuses to go.  The toilets at this
restaurant are very unusual.  There are only two stalls there, and if both
are full the second person is supposed to lock the entrance behind him.  I
did that, rules are rules after all.  I stopped before I entered the second
stall though, as I heard a faint slapping noise from the stall Martin was
in.  Sure I was curious, but I couldn't exactly look into the stall he was
in, so I just ignored it and went into the other stall.

Now this was actually my first time coming to this restaurant, and it
seemed so fancy and stuff, but it puzzled me that the stalls seemed
so...well, un-fancy.  There was even a hole in the wall that separated the
two stalls...

I blinked after seeing that.  It was a reasonably large hole, why would it
be there though?  The slapping noises from Martin's stall were quickening
up, as was the boner in my pants.  I figured Martin must've been jerking
off, not many things sound like that.  He was moaning softly too, and it
was easy to pick up what he said.

"Oh, unnh...Stewart...yeah..."

I blinked again, utterly surprised.  Martin was jerking off fantasizing
about Stephen's little brother?  I knew Martin and Stewart had been friends
since High School, but never figured they were lovers or anything.  Then
another thought struck my mind, maybe they weren't lovers.  Maybe Martin
loved Stewart, but never told him.  Martin probably thought Stewart was
straight, which I thought he was too.  I had seen Stewart out with a couple
of girls before.  I felt a little pang in my heart for the guy.  Unrequited
love's a bitch.  I had kinda secretly fancied Stephen...but I could never
tell him that.  Honestly, I do respect my own privacy too much.  Maybe I
was just scared.  I don't know.

By now curiosity had gotten the better of me, and I just had to look
through that hole.  So I knelt down and peeked through the hole.  Sure
enough Martin was jerking off, his cock was pretty impressive.  I'm not one
for estimating sizes, but it seemed just big enough to have up your ass and
just small enough to suck off easily.  And it *glistened* too, but that was
probably more the fault of the lighting than anything else.  Still, it was
the kind of cock you just HAVE to play with.  But knowing that was
impossible, I moved to get back up...

Shame then that I accidentally kicked the urinal as I tried to stand back
up.

"Who's there?" Martin cried, "Hey, are you looking at me through that
hole?"

Oh, oh.  Rumbled.  I just prayed he didn't look through that hole to see
me.

"Well, if you're just gonna check me out you can get lost.  If you're gonna
do something about it, then tell me now."

What the hell was he on about...?

Oh...

I suddenly figured out what that hole was for...looks like I'd get to test
my theory on his size after all.  He was 21, so no problems there either.
But I couldn't let him know it was me.  So I attempted to disguise my
voice.

"Sure, put that meat of yours through this damn hole already," I said,
hoping to sound gruff and bear like.  I would never actually say that in
real life, maybe I was hamming it up a wee bit.  Either way, I was gonna
enjoy this.

Martin complied, a shade too quickly.  He was desperate for release, and
since he couldn't get it through masturbation this would do just nicely.
For him and me.

I licked the cock head, pre-cum already soaking it.  Martin moaned
urgently, and I realized that I had to end this quickly.  Everyone was
still waiting outside for us.  Martin didn't know I was in here, but they
all did.  So I reluctantly ended the foreplay and went straight in.  I
easily enveloped Martin's cock with my mouth, and I was happy to know I was
right about my theory.  It was just perfect for sucking.  I had my own cock
out by this time and was stroking it in time to my sucking motions.  I
don't like to talk about my own manhood, so feel free to use your own
imagination as to how big I might be.  Martin moaned a lot, good thing I
locked that door after all.  I just hoped the toilets were soundproofed.

Martin shot his load too quickly for my liking.  But then he had been
jerking off for about five minutes beforehand, so it was to be expected.
Martin's seed tasted salty, just how I like it.  I licked up every drop I
could, with relish and soon afterwards I came too.  I heard Martin whisper
Stewart's name again.  I was a little offended that he was fantasizing that
it was Stewart sucking his cock, but whatever.  I heard him sit back on the
urinal, and I realized I had better get out first before he recovered.
Quickly tucking myself back in, I quietly opened the door, left the stall
and unlocked the entrance.

I called out in my own voice, "Watch where you're going!"

I almost laughed as I heard Martin jump up in fright.  "Hey, you okay
Martin? Everyone was worried."

"Just...just fine." He moaned.  If I didn't know what I had just done, I
probably would've missed how he said that.  He came out of the stall
looking flustered.  I decided to joke around a little more.

"What were you doing?  Jerking off or something?"

His eyes widened and he ran out of the toilets.  I did burst out laughing
this time, calling out "Hey, you forgot to wash your hands clean!" as he
left.  He turned back.

"What did that guy who bumped into you look like?" He asked, washing his
hands.

"Oh..." I pretended to look thoughtful, "Kinda like Stewart in a way.  Bit
bigger, more hairy..."

Martin blushed, and again if I didn't know what I did I would have missed
it.  Martin dried his hands and left, and I noticed the smile on his face
as he left.

So I knew Martin liked, no, he LOVED Stewart.  Well, I really shouldn't
have done what I did, but I decided I had to try and get those two
together.  I had to be their Cupid, their matchmaker.

Only problem was, I didn't know if Stewart was gay or straight...

I silently wished there was such a thing as gaydar as I left the toilets.
I would come up with a plan later, they were already serving dessert.
Well, PROPER dessert. I smiled to myself as I ate the tiny, yet very
expensive, piece of cake.  I saw Martin staring at Stewart, and although
it's been said to death, if I didn't know what I did, I would have missed
the yearning in his eyes.

I *HAD* to get them together somehow...

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Okay, I gracefully accept your criticisms and whatnot.  Did I do something
wrong?  Tell me!  It can only make me a better writer.

mail@malcolmcowan.co.uk

I'll get to work on Part Two pretty soon.  Thanks for reading the First
Part of THE MATCHMAKER, and remember my other stories in the WWF section of
the Celebrity category!  ^_^