Date: Thu, 14 Nov 2002 16:45:32 -0000
From: Malcolm Cowan <Malcolm@malcolmcowan.co.uk>
Subject: The Matchmaker Part 4

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 Three, which was
basically a cut and paste job from Part Two...which was just a cut and
paste job from Part One...yes, I have taken this too far...)

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

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Part Four - Conclusions

It never occurred to me to be embarrassed by the attention the restaurant
punters were giving us when we eventually went back in to finish our meal.
And as it turned out, even though everyone in that restaurant saw Stephen
and me together at last, I couldn't have been happier.

Well, I could have been...that came later on.

Martin and Stewart wouldn't, perhaps couldn't, keep their hands off each
other.  It was kinda cute I suppose, I didn't quite feel *that* confident
to do the same with Stephen.  Besides, that would only make me look like a
copycat or something equally silly.  No, I could wait until later before
frisking Stephen.  You probably can't, wishing I'd just get to the sex
scene.  I never guessed it would be so hard to write a serious
story...serious, hah...meant to be read by horny men.

"Stephen, I have to ask this..."

"What is it love?"

I smiled and probably blushed uncontrollably.  Knowing he loved me was one
thing, but hearing him say it...made me feel silly inside.

"Why did you pick this restaurant three days ago?"

That was the one thing that had bugged me a bit, it would be good to have
that loose string tied up.

"Look around at everyone."

Strange answer, but I looked anyway. I hadn't noticed it before, but the
entire restaurant seemed to be regularized by same-sex couples.  How did I
miss that one?  In short, and Stephen put it best when he said it,

"It's the only place I feel totally comfortable with myself."

I smiled again.  "Gee, and I just thought the waiters were over-friendly."

I was at least hoping for a smile, I'm generally not the wittiest person
speech wise.  But he laughed, and it's about time for a corny expression,
it was like music to my ears. I continued on as Stewart and Martin looked
at Stephen as if he was a nut.  He was, but more importantly, he was *my*
nut.

"As for this being the only place you feel comfortable...we'll need to work
on that one."

INTENSE! FOREBODING! ACTION!

The bill was rather large, but considering what I had gained tonight it
seemed like a paltry sum.  Luckily for my bank balance, Stewart, Martin
and, despite my protesting, Stephen all chipped in.

Stewart and Martin went off soon after, gee, I wonder what they were up
to...probably the same thing Stephen and I had in mind too.  We went back
to my apartment for two reasons.  1) Stephen's parents would be in, and 2)
it was closer.  It occurred to me that Stephen hadn't actually been in my
new place yet, and I never thought that this would be the reason why.

I quietly closed the door behind me, and locked it.  No turning back now,
cause if we did you lot would probably lynch me.  Stephen seemed to like
the place,

"It's just so...'Matthew'"

I laughed at quite possibly the greatest compliment I was gonna get.

"Come here you."

I silently wondered if anything had been slipped into my salad earlier to
make me feel so brave.  But realistically, Stephen just seemed to bring out
the best in me.  I wrapped my arms around his neck as we kissed yet again,
and it was just as great as the first, the second...and any we'd have in
the future.  I'd imagined Stephen to be quite a tender kisser, and
well...he was in a way, but I think there was some urgency in those kisses
too.

Does nobody appreciate foreplay anymore?

And thus, still wrapped together playing tonsil hockey, I led Stephen into
my bedroom.  Spacious, with one of those big-ass beds that could
comfortably sleep an entire family.  In short, it was large enough and
strong enough to comfortably allow two lovers to make passionate love on
it.  No, this wouldn't just be sex; we'd really be making love.  Sex is
animalistic, only for the release.  Making love was for pleasure, for both
parties.  At least that's how I see it.

We literally fell onto the bed; I kinda forgot to stop moving due to all
the kissing,

"Bouncy, is it like that for any particular reason?"

"What?  I like comfy beds almost as much as a good kisser, and speaking of
which, why'd you stop?"

Stephen shook his head as I leaned in for another kiss.  Although it ended
prematurely as I had to gasp at where his hands were headed.

"Impatient sod, aren't you?"

He didn't reply, instead choosing to sit me up and take off my jumper.  I
had neglected to wear a vest or t-shirt underneath on purpose.  I returned
the favor, and let my hands roam his yummy body.  He had started kissing my
neck, moving lower.  It was if he was determined to cover my entire body
with kisses.  Not complaining though.  He spent a little extra time licking
my nipples, practically the most sensitive part of the body, and before
long I was giggling.  I never noticed that Stephen had kicked of his shoes
until I heard a faint clunk as they hit the floor.  Mine soon followed, and
soon our feet were all tangled together too.  By this time I was getting a
little impatient too, so I slipped my free hand down the back of his pants,
smiling at his reaction I roamed deeper.  Using my other hand I delicately
pulled at the belt of said pants, refusing to remove my other hand from his
ass.  Soon enough his pants had joined the rest of our clothing on the
floor.

I couldn't help laughing at the boxers he was wearing,

"Scooby-Doo?"

"Shut up..."

And he made sure I shut up by kissing me again and again and oh god yes,
again.  His boxers soon found their way to the floor, meaning that Stephen
was completely naked.

Oh, my, god...

^_^!

Stephen wasn't happy though,

"How come you still got your clothes on?"

"Too busy doing this..."

I was a little nervous, but my hand soon found it's way to Stephen's
rock-hard cock.  I rubbed it gently with my knuckles, and a sigh of utter
satisfaction sprung from Stephen's throat.

"Let me guess, you can't believe how long you wanted this from me?"

Stephen nodded, "How'd you guess?"

"I was thinking the same thing.  And now, I'm gonna just forget about
thinking with my head, and start playing with yours."

Not giving Stephen a chance to react, I quickly moved my mouth over the tip
of his cock, and started licking it all over.  Treating it pretty much like
an ice cream cone, I started at the bottom, and licked all the way up the
shaft to the head, taking some time to swirl my tongue around the
piss-slit.  I could tell Stephen was getting desperate by now, so I opened
my mouth and took as much of the luscious cock as I could get in.  I let
Stephen guide me with his hand to his favored rhythm, not slow, not fast,
but not in the middle either.  Actually, it was just how I liked to be
sucked off.  I quickly picked up the rhythm on my own, but his hand never
left it's position in my hair, it made me a lot more comfortable knowing he
was so close to me...which was a silly thought considering I was giving him
a blowjob and all.

It seemed like I was sucking for quite a while, but in reality it was only
five or so minutes when he climaxed.  I was determined to catch it all, so
I made sure my mouth never went too far up.  He came in a blaze of glory,
and I figured out that his ejaculation from the porno was not a one shot,
or rather a lot of very powerful shots.  Wave upon wave upon glorious wave
of cum filled my mouth, and I somehow managed to avoid choking on it.  An
amazing feat really, but it wasn't until I looked up at Stephen that I felt
the whole warm glowy feeling that giving so much for your lover can do.  He
had a blissful look on his face, a faint smile.

"I waited so long for you to do that...Matthew."

I shuddered with love as he said my name, not as it usually is said, but
with a purr behind it.  I stroked his left cheek...the one on his face this
time...tenderly.

"I hope it was worth it then."

"Believe me when I say 'uh-huh'"

"Well, hopefully that's something we can do for ever and ever and ever."

That was a very nice thought, and quite frankly I would have been happy to
just leave it at that, but Stephen had managed to tug off my own pants and
underwear while I was speaking. He must've loosened the belt while I was
sucking him.  Crafty bugger...

"And now I get to play with you."

"Stephen...stop stealing my lines already."

He laughed, before leaning back down to kiss me again.  One hand stroking
my cheek, the other fondling my balls.  It was then I realized how big a
part the balls could play in this, or maybe it was just how he did it,
but...wow.

"I need you inside me."

"Oh..." I blinked in surprise, "Well...I have no qualms about that."

Luckily the condom I supplied Stewart and Martin with wasn't the only one
in my supply.  Stephen must've spotted it lying on the table as we kissed
our way into the room, as he made a beeline for it and soon had it on me.
I figured he'd want some lubricant or something, so I sat up to get it, but
he shoved me back down and straddled me.

"What, you're just gonna..."

I never finished, mainly because he was kissing me again.  Great, he
already knows my weaknesses.  Damn him.  I'd find his out soon, but he was
now guiding my own cock into his ass.  I shuddered as he sat down on it; he
went slowly thankfully, letting it stretch him out a bit first.  I didn't
want to hurt him.  I don't think he would've cared if I had, as long as he
brought the same amount of pleasure to me as I had done to him.  I guessed
he had done it this way so he could see my face when I came.  How sweet.

"If it hurts, please stop."

"I'll never stop...never."

He soon felt comfortable enough to start moving again, and he made a few
mistakes in his excitement, my cock often popped out of his ass as he rose
up too far.  It was funny, and so indescribably cute.  As sweet as this
position was, it wasn't very practical.  But he kept at it anyway; soon
getting into a rhythm that made me go oooooooh...we went slowly, which was
fine by me.  I knew that going slower would make the pleasure last much
longer, for both of us.  He read my face like a book though, and he soon
knew that I was about to climax.  And at the *exact* moment I climaxed, he
leant down and stole my breath away with a powerful kiss.  Doubling my
pleasure so easily, what a plan.  I have to remember it.  He lay on top of
me; we were both exhausted, but not exhausted enough to keep kissing.  Our
first time together...and it was amazing.  For both of us.  We could hardly
stop smiling.  He rested his head on my shoulder.

I whispered into his ear.  "Love you."

Such simple words, but they always are the hardest to say.  But after what
just happened, you didn't think I could tell him anything else.

"Love you too," He whispered back.

We fell asleep in each other's arms, and for the first time in my life, I
slept with total comfort.  All because I was with the one I truly loved.
He kissed me one more time, and sleep finally brushed over us.

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So what happened next?

Well, Stewart and Martin keep flaunting the fact they are together, I was
kinda jealous at the way they were so comfortable like that.  They were
forever holding hands in public, kissing and hugging in front of crowds and
stuff.  They both got jobs at *that* restaurant, and there isn't a person
in there who has anything negative to say about their service.  They make a
great team as workers and as lovers.  I've never seen either of them so
happy.

And no, I never did do *that* again with Martin.

Stephen finally moved out of his house into this wonderful apartment, which
he shares with the greatest roommate ever.

Yes, he moved in with me.  And I couldn't be happier if I tried.  Everybody
seemed to notice my change of spirits.  It was affecting my life in the
most positive way.  I soon got promoted at work too, which Stephen and I
celebrated with dinner...yes, at the very same restaurant it all began in.
Amazing how everything seems to flow back into that innocent peek through a
hole in the toilets, which he insisted I show him...and put to good use...

He's gazing over my shoulder as I type this now, trying to put me off by
kissing my neck.

"I still can't believe you did that with Martin." He says.

"Like you wouldn't have." I reply.

"True, he does have a great ass."

"Ahem."

"But then I have you, which is even better."

I smiled.  Being in love isn't just for teenagers; no it's for everybody.
And it took a small glimpse through a hole to eventually make me realize
that.  He's kissing me again, and is now tugging on my sleeve, kinda in the
direction of our, oh yes, it is ours after all, bedroom.  Well, I hate to
leave you languishing and all...

But it is for the love of my life.  I'm sure you understand...

Gotta go!

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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 Final Part of THE MATCHMAKER (awwww).  But that doesn't mean it's
all over yet, oh no.  There's still three other points of view to tell, and
I'm gonna continue with Martin's next.  You're not getting off that easy,
well...maybe you already got off reading this story, but that is *SO* not
what I meant...

But it is a nice thought!