Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2002 19:54:25 -0000
From: Malcolm Cowan <Malcolm@malcolmcowan.co.uk>
Subject: The Matchmaker Part 2

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

(And yes, this is just a cut and paste job from Part One...)

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

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Part Two - Situations

It was such a simple idea.  Bring two people together.  Easy.

Hah, you must be joking...

I woke up the next morning, the memory of last night's encounter with
Martin still fresh in my mind.  Okay, that makes me sound a little dirty,
doesn't it?  I had a few other thoughts in my mind too.  First, Martin's
ass in those jeans...what? It's a great ass, honest.  Nothing wrong with a
little fantasizing...you're doing it right now!  Why can't I? ^_^

The next thought was of Stewart, and how on earth I could figure out his
sexuality.  As I saw it, I had three options.  Number 1, I could come on to
him and see his reaction.  I immediately dismissed that idea, after all it
was him I was trying to out, not myself.  Number 2, ask him straight out if
he was gay.  I didn't like that idea much either, I had no reason to ask
the question after all.  I guess I could've made up an excuse or something,
but it was early in the morning and my imagination hadn't quite woken up
yet.

So that brought me to option Number 3.  Tell Stewart that Martin fancied
him.  Risky, but it was the best plan I had.  And when something like that
is your best plan, you really should give up before you begin.  Of course,
I didn't do that.  I still felt a little guilty about that encounter with
Martin, but not guilty enough to stop myself getting a boner at the thought
of it.  I don't know what's being put into my food, but I've just not been
myself lately.  I don't go into toilets and suck off my best friend's
brother's best friend...maybe this was a sign of something.  Maybe I had
finally gotten comfortable enough with myself to become a little more
open...

Nah.

Time for a little information on Stephen and Stewart.  Stewart and Stephen
still live with their parents, despite Stephen's apparently high paid job.
Cheapskate probably just wants to avoid paying high rent.  Mind you, I
couldn't say much, I just moved out into my own flat around two weeks ago.
Stewart is unemployed, mooching of the government and spending every last
penny he gets on videos.  That guy has the largest collection of action
movies I have ever seen.  I had it all planned out, amazingly.  Now after a
little scheming, I figured out today was the only day that both of their
parents wouldn't be in.  I called Stewart up, claiming I was coming around
to bring back one of his videos (which was actually true, I forgot all
about it until I started planning...).  Stewart told me to come on around.
I assumed Stephen must've been out, working I assume, as Stewart never
mentioned him.

Well, that was an unexpected bonus.  Stewart, all alone...no witnesses when
he strangles me for outing his friend like this.  I did start to have
second thoughts as I walked to the front door, but since he was expecting
me I had no choice.  No turning back now.

Muttering curses as I went and silently screaming, and thinking about
Martin's ass again...involuntary, I assure you, but not necessarily
unwanted either, I went in.

I figured Stewart would be slacking off, watching a video and basically
doing nothing.  I doubt I could ever be more wrong.  He was actually, and
this would shock you if you knew him, EXCERCISING.

And I thought things were getting weird before now.  Wondering if the world
had just inverted, I threw the video at him.  He caught it, he wouldn't let
any harm come to his precious videos (sadly, that IS true...).  Stewart is
built a bit like Martin, only slightly smaller. His usually unkempt hair
looked, well, *normal* for once.

"Thanks.  I oughta charge you late fees."

I kinda missed that remark, wondering how best to word the question.  I
think the sight of him exercising threw me off completely though.  So,
instead of telling him about Martin...

"What's with you and the exercising, do opposites REALLY attract?"

"I'm just trying to improve my look for someone...um, none of your
business!"

I hate being puzzled.  It's just not me.  And he knew that would bug me,
little bastard.  If I wasn't trying to help him, I'd have hit him.  Okay,
maybe I wasn't helping him yet, but I might be...soon find out though.  I
had to work this *JUST* right...

"Really?  Well, I happen to know somebody who is REALLY interested in you."

He stopped.  And I caught the curious look in his eyes, he HAD to know.  So
I let him suffer for a while.  Yes, I can be cruel sometimes.

Eventually Stewart couldn't take it any longer.  By that time I had made a
cup of coffee, ate a sandwich and generally abused Stewart's hospitality.

"If you're not going to tell me who it is, you can get out already!"

Okay, moment of truth time.  "It's...mmmfgle."

Dammit!

"What?  Are you just messing around with me?"

If people could do those cute anime style sweatdrops, one would be above my
head right now.  I took a deep breath.

"It's Martin.  Yes, Martin, your best friend Martin.  I kinda overheard him
talking about you in that kind of context.  I know you probably aren't gay,
but I felt you had a right to know...it really isn't my place to say, but
he's never gonna tell you and I think you'd make a cute couple and
stuff..."

Paying attention is not on my CV by the way.  Because as I was talking
Stewart was suddenly sprouting a very large...grin.  He might've been
sprouting something else too, but honestly I was too busy rattling on to
really notice anything.

"Shut up!" Stewart yelled, more than enough to break my reverie.  "Please
tell me you're not kidding me."

I also blink way too much.  Mentally kicking myself for not paying enough
attention, all I could say was, "You what?"

Stewart looked positively *giddy* with excitement, "That's who I'm trying
to impress..." He stopped, realizing he had just blown his cover,
excitement tends to do that I guess. "Ah, crap...you'd better not tell
anyone!"

As I said before, I'm good at keeping secrets.  Oh, I never told you what I
do for a living, I work in a hospital, where secrecy is very important.
Too important, perhaps.

"I won't tell anyone, honest.  But now I know you like him back, we have to
let *him* know you like him back..."

I stopped, because Stewart was now dancing around the room.  He ran right
into his bedroom and slammed the door.

"I'll just see myself out then..."

Well, this was good.  Martin likes Stewart.  Stewart likes Martin.  Amazing
how this all came about through my usually bad curiosity.  Hmm, now I just
needed a plan to...

"Unnh."

Unnh?  I turned to see Stephen's ajar door.  Stephen was apparently in
after all.  And he was watching a video, most unlike him to say the least.
The world HAS gone loopy.  Well, since I was there I decided I might as
well say hello.  Although that "unnh" bothered me slightly.  What on earth
could Stephen be doing to emit that?

Quietly I opened Stephen's door a little wider open.

And my jaw dropped.

Stephen was lying flat out on his bed, which faces away from the door,
which was why he didn't see me entering I guess, and he was watching a
porno flick.  It was no ordinary porno flick though, and I'm sure you can
all guess what he was watching.  I knew what it was right away, cause I had
the same porno on DVD, and actually what was on was my favorite part of the
movie.  He was, of course, watching a gay porno movie.  That wasn't all
though, he had his pants and underwear down around his ankles and was
masturbating to the movie.  Like I said before, I don't really like
estimating cock sizes, I prefer the hands (or mouth, or even ass...) on
approach, but his cock was easily bigger than Martin's was.  It was, dare I
say, lush.  I don't usually notice the balls of a guy either, but I
couldn't help noticing Stephen's bounce along as he stroked.  I was tempted
to take out my own boner by this point and jerk off to the movie too, but
one thing bothered me about doing that.  Stephen's eyes were closed over,
how could he close his eyes?  IT'S THE BEST PART!  How often do you see
three hunky guys doing THAT?  But why were his eyes closed anyway?  I
thought about it, and in my experience, when you close your eyes while
jerking off, you're usually about to shoot your load...oh, oh...

I wasn't wrong either, he positively erupted.  The sperm shot practically
everywhere, and yes, some managed to land on me.  My cheek to be more
precise.  He finally opened his eyes, and I mentally cursed myself.  I
completely forgot about the mirror that was beside the TV, the very mirror
Stephen could see me in.  Fuck.

He turned beet red.  I probably did too, because catching the guy you
secretly fancy jerking off, then coming everywhere, does that to a person.
Now if I was smart, I would've walked over to him and done something.  Kiss
him or something like that.

What I shouldn't have done was close the door, actually it was more of a
slammage, and ran out of their house.  I didn't stop running until I was
about a block away from their house.  After catching my breath, there was
only one thing that I could say.

"Well done, your great, big, fucking idiot."

I ran my finger across the cheek Stephen's sperm landed on.  It was still
warm as I wiped it off my cheek, before licking the finger clean.

It was every bit as good as I imagined it would be.  And I ran away from
him like a loser.  I shuddered as I thought what he must've thought of me.
But then I stopped for a second.

Stephen was watching a gay porno.

Stephen was jerking off to said gay porno.

Did that mean Stephen was gay too?  Geez, what a family.  Both brothers
were gay.  And I'd have never figured it out if it wasn't for what happened
with Martin.  So the man of my dreams is actually gay.  Well, wow.

My smile was almost as wide as Stewart's was before.  But remembering
Stewart, I still had to come up with a plan to get him and Martin together.
But since Stewart now knew about Martin, at least I could collaborate with
him.  Right now anything to take my mind off of the Stephen incident would
be a relief.

And speaking of relief, there was still that boner in my pants to take care
of...plans could come later, I had to come as soon as possible.  Needless
to say I quickly returned home and put on that particular porno and enjoyed
myself.  I felt SO much better afterwards, although I did make a mess.
That porno must have that effect on gays...which is why I like it, I guess.

It was in the blissful moments after I came that the perfect plan popped
into my head.  Amazing how much clearer you can think after relieving the
tension.

I called Stewart back, he seemed delighted that I had a plan and told me to
come back over tomorrow.

Coming up with a plan is all well and good.  Putting into practice,
however...

Well, that's literally another story...chapter...whatever. :)

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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

That was Part Two of THE MATCHMAKER.  Part Three will be up soon, I hope.
I'm not sure how many parts there will be, I'll just let the story run to a
natural conclusion.  Thanks for reading! ^_^