Date: Sun, 27 Jun 2004 22:59:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: ladQVX
Subject: My Boy Matt, My First Real Love

This story is a partial work of erotic fiction. Some
events are true and accurate, but some circumstances
and the names of the participants have been changed to
protect their identity.

If this type of subject matter offends you, please do
not read further.

It was the late 80's. Our culture was still recovering
from parachute pants, big hair and fingerless gloves.
Being nestled in the midwest made this transformation
from the era of "Reaganomics" a little slower than
most places. I had hoped for a successful college
education, but the many temptations that bombarded us
those days, made the diploma ellusive. I think I was
only fooling myself when I enrolled since the college
I chose to attend had been ranked as the countries
biggest party school in the nation several times in
the running. When asked now what I learned while I was
in school, I often joke by saying that I learned how
to bounce a quarter into a shot glass. Although meant
as a joke, there was a disturbing seriousness implied.


Once my sophmore year was complete, I was reasonably
certain that I would not be returning in the fall. My
grades had been such that the university politely, yet
sternly requested that I not return. I think I took
the news with a measure of relief. I had known all
along that my sole purpose for being there was to
satisfy my parents. When I originally entertained the
idea of life after highschool, it was my father that
told me I would be attending college. There was little
opportunity for discussion.

Summer came quickly for me, as the time passed, I
began to long for the freedoms that college life had
provided. Being back at my parent's house prevented me
from attaining these same freedoms, so when August
rolled around, I began actively looking for my first
apartment.

Right around the time that I had begun looking, I was
working 1 full-time and 1 part-time job. The full-time
job was a mind-numbing factory job where my dad
worked, but the part-time job was at a local movie
theater. You don't have to guess which one I liked the
most. The part-time job didn't pay much, but I got to
watch all the free movies I wanted to, I could have
all the free popcorn, pop and candy that I could eat,
and it also allowed me to check out all the hot guys
in town without being questioned.

Through time, I began to have favorites among the
customers. There were a handful of cute guys that
would frequent the movie theater. I think one of the
most attractive things about most of these guys was
how easily they could approach and speak to you.

I was working a matinee one Saturday afternoon when I
heard a commotion out in the alley next to the
theater. Since both movies had started and there were
no more customers to attend to, I left the concession
stand to investigate the racket. When I rounded the
corner to the alley, one of my favorites was standing
there with a friend of his and they were both being
intimidated by two older boys. Since they were a few
years younger than me, I knew that if I approached and
acted tough, I would be able to bully the two older
kids away from this boy and his friend with relative
ease. Once I had scared the two bullies away, my new
favorite boy thanked me for sparing him the beating
that would have followed. He repeatedly thanked me for
saving him and his friend and we exchanged names and
as he was walking away, he told me he wasn't going to
forget this.

I returned to my post in the theater feeling like I
had made a great first impression with him. I had
hoped this would have resulted with him spending more
time at the theater, but as time would reveal, I ended
up with so much more than just casual friendship.

A few weeks passed and I had almost forgotten about
the incident. I went to the YMCA with a group of
friends to work out and shoot some hoops one Saturday
afternoon. My friends and I had finished our game and
I began walking to my car. I was drenched with sweat
and was thinking about nothing more than going home,
getting a shower, and changing into some fresh
clothes. As I stepped out the door, my new friend Matt
just happened to be walking by. He had a different
friend with him that day, so when he saw me, he told
his friend that I was the guy that stuck up for him
and kept him from getting his ass beat. As you can
imagine, I was more than just a little flattered. What
was even more flattering was the fact that my
generosity was as fresh and important to him that day,
as it was the day that I had helped him. We spent the
next few minutes recounting the incident to his other
friend with an amount of embellishment that a couple
of guys might add. I kept telling him that it was an
honor to help a couple of underdogs out of a sticky
situation and I added that should he ever need me to
help him out of future tight spots, all he had to do
was ask. I wanted to make it clear to him that I was
looking out for him. Apparently, this wasn't something
that had ever been offered to him. Not only was he
flattered by my offerings of protection, I was getting
the distinct impression that he really looked up to
me. I was a few years older than him and judging by
his reaction, he didn't have many friends that were
older than him.

As he was getting ready to walk on, I chose that
opportunity to tell him that I had just moved into an
apartment and if he wanted to come over and just hang
out, he could stop by any time. When I made the offer
to him, I thought that he would be flattered at the
invitation, but when it came right down to it, I
thought he may not be comfortible with the idea and
would just conveniently forget about it.

I came home from work one Friday nearly a week after I
spoke to Matt at the YMCA. I was hot and tired, but I
was looking forward to the weekend so I could cut
loose and blow off a little steam. I wanted to get a
shower and get cleaned up so that I would be ready
when my friends would stop by wanting to suck down a
couple beers. I stood for a long time in my shower,
letting the hot water cascade down my back in an
attempt to melt away the aches and pains I had
acquired from the work week. I was all brushed and
polished, but the invitations to go out and party
never came. I was a little disappointed at first, but
when I recounted how tired I was, I wouldn't have
balked at the opportunity to just spend this Friday at
home.

Just as a settled in to watch a little television,
there was a knock at the door. I stood quickly because
I thought one of my friends had decided to hang out
with me after all. I threw the door open expecting to
see one of my usual party friends in my doorway with a
case of beer in hand. Instead, my heart jumped in my
chest once I realized it was my new friend Matt.

My pulse raced in less than an instant. For the sole
reason for inviting Matt over to my apartment was to
provide an opportunity to seduce him. He was alone
this time and that made the hope for this encounter
all the more real. After a few moments of forced
conversation, I offered to show him around my tiny
apartment. Once that nickel tour was complete, I
starting showing him my kick-ass audio/video setup. We
went through some of my CD's and VHS movies. We
quickly learned that he had very similar tastes in
music and movies.

Once we had reached another moment of uncomfortible
silences, I told him that when he arrived, I was on my
way out the door to go to the liquor store to buy some
beer. Fortunately for me, the liquor store I
frequented was at street level and right below my
apartment. He asked me if this meant that he needed to
leave and I told him that he didn't need to because I
was just going to get some beer and watch some movies.
He asked if it would be ok for him to stay longer and
I was more than happy to let him stay.

I came back upstairs with the beer, cracked one open,
then put the rest in the fridge. Because he was
younger, I didn't know if he had drank beer before and
I didn't want to offer one to him if he simply felt
pressured to have one. As I was placing this fresh
case in my fridge, he asked me if it would be o.k. if
he had one too. I was more than happy to oblidge.

We spent the next hour or two enjoying a couple beers
and just talking. As the beer flowed, we found
ouselves engaging in conversation that might otherwise
have been difficult. We talked about girlfriends and
some other generic likes and dislikes. Then boldly, I
turned to conversation to something a little more
provocative. I told him that I had hoped someday to be
a professional masseuse because a lot of my friends
told me that I gave great back rubs. He added that he
had been skateboarding alot over the last few days and
his muscles were really sore. Through some impromptu
negotiating, we concluded that we would give each
other massages.

We engaged in some pretty garden variety rub downs,
but as the beer continued to flow, the areas that we
chose to focus on, moved from typical areas of
massage; to areas dangerously close to each other's
genitals. Eventually, we found ourselves brushing
against each other's obvious erections leaving enough
room to allege this contact was unintentional. This
went on for several minutes and just about the time
where I thought he and I would move on to the next
step, he announced he had forgotten he had to meet
with this girl he was going out with. I was horrified!
I thought I had pushed too far and he used this excuse
as a means to get away from me. I offered to take him,
but felt he would choose to go alone. Much to my
surprise, he accepted my offer.

We arrived at the pre-determined meeting place and
Matt jumped from my truck and went to meet this girl.
I sat in my truck and watched the two of them talk. As
I sat there, I began to think that I had perhaps
pushed him too far with the massages and scared him
away. I promised myself that I was going to appologize
to him for the encounter and would swear to him that I
wouldn't put him in a similar uncomfortible situation
ever again. I didn't want to lose him over this.

He returned to my truck and after just a few seconds,
I told him I was sorry for putting him in an awkward
place and I would never do that to him again. Much to
my surprise, he told me he was cool with the whole
thing and I didn't need to worry. I confirmed with him
that he was o.k. with what we had done and then
suggested that since we were both probably pretty
horny by now, that we could go back to my apartment
and each of us would retreat to an isolated place and
"do the deed". I told him that when we were done, we
would meet back in my living room. Roughly four
minutes after we had retreated to privacy, each of us
returned to the living room.

We talked about the entire event after we returned
back to the living room. Each of us seemed to feel
obligated to tell the other that we had been very
comfortible with what had happened that day. I was
relieved and glad since I had been fearing that I had
sealed our fate and thought he would never come around
again.

At that point, he was feeling as comfortible with the
event as I was and he then added that he had messed
around with some of his friends and he was o.k. with
that too. At this point, he told me he had to go home
now, but he was looking forward to hanging around with
me again. We agreed he would come back over in a
couple days.

Those days passed pretty quickly. In fact, it was now
Friday again and he got word to me that he wanted to
hang out with me again that weekend. I was asked to
come pick him up at home once I had completed work for
that week. As we were pulling out of his driveway, he
chose to initiate the subject by telling me that he
didn't look at what we had done as being gay. He told
me he was simply just a very horny guy and that he
would do just about anything to get off.


At that point, I posed a hypothetical scenario that if
we were to go back to my apartment and mess around,
would he be o.k. with it. Without hesitation, he told
me that if we went back to my apartment to fool
around, he was be 100% willing to participate.