Date: Sun, 20 May 2012 13:42:06 +0100
From: Alex Fisher <fisheralex95@gmail.com>
Subject: The Stranger

I was drunk, and trust me, I looked it. The music blasting in my ears and
the Club's lights passing over my eyes. I was in a corner, alone, swaying
with the music. I'd arrived with some friends a few hours ago, but fuck
knows where they'd gone. I knew I'd have to leave soon and stagger to the
bus stop, but then I saw someone approaching. A skinny guy, slightly taller
than me, soft black hair peeking out from his beanie hat. His blue eyes
almost gave off a glow in the dark room.

"How come you're dancing all alone?" He said to me in the sweetest voice
I've ever heard.

 "I...uh...um" I mumble. "I was...er.........You're hot"

What the fuck, I thought to myself, yeah, real fucking smooth. But he
smiled at me, took my arm and led me to the dance floor. In each other's
arms, we danced and swayed. Soon, it became just an excuse to touch each
other. My hand running slowly up his bare arm, I could feel the goose bumps
as he became more and more excited. Finally, it happened. Our lips touched.
I could feel his warm wet tongue begin to enter my mouth. Our eyes both
closed and our arms in tight embrace, his tongue slid across my taste buds.
I tried to explore his whole mouth with my tongue, tasting the bottom of
his tongue, the roof of his mouth, anywhere my tongue could reach.

Soon, the bouncers were making everyone leave the club, and together we
walked away. Outside, I looked him in his gorgeous eyes.

"So...do I get to go back to your place?" I said.

Getting closer, he locked his hands with my hands and rested his forehead
against mine.

"Not tonight babes I'm afraid."

I meant to say `what?' but it came out more like a weak groan. Why not?
What did I do wrong? I thought you liked me. All these questions floating
round my head unable to be spoken, unable to be answered.

"You've had way too much." He said. "I don't take guys home unless they're
sober. Or can at least walk in a straight line. I don't want a guy passing
out and throwing up while we're fucking."

I tried to object, to say that I'd only had a little bit and that I'd be
fine. But the words never made it out of my mouth.

"But," he said "I'm coming here again tomorrow night. So if we meet in the
club again tomorrow, when you're sober, we can pick up where we left off?"

"Yeah, ok" I smiled at him. "Can I get your number?"

We got our phones out and exchanged numbers. And that's when I realised.
This guy was the hottest person I had ever known, with features that made
me all mellow inside, who I had shared a kiss with which was just as
exciting as my first kiss was, who I was going to see again tomorrow and
yet I had no idea what his name was. Almost as if he knew what I was going
to say next, he said:

"I'm Matthew."

Matthew. What a name. Matthew. It sounded over and over in my head. Matthew.

"Do I get to know your name?" he asked.

"Uh" I stumbled. For a moment, it was hard to remember my own name. "Ben" I
finally said.

We kissed one last time before we parted ways. I went home happier than I'd
ever been in my life, savouring the taste of him in my mouth, anxious to
see him again tomorrow.

A few hours after I woke up the next day, I sent Matthew a text saying:

`Hey Hot Stud, can't wait to see you tonight. XXXX'

He replied `Same babes :) can't wait to get u back 2 mine. XXXX'

I arrived at the club with some friends, only a few minutes after it
opened. I knew he probably wouldn't be there yet, but I could always hope.
I waited. I tried to enjoy myself but it kept nagging me that he wasn't
here. After 3 hours, he still wasn't here and I was thinking of texting him
to ask where he was. But then I thought that I might seem clingy. I hadn't
drunk a thing that night, just like he wanted, and yet he wasn't here.

Eventually I saw him come in with a couple of friends. Almost instantly, I
had him up against the wall, my lips pressed tight against his, tongues
dancing as though it were our last day alive. His hand was moving slowly
down my back. His fingers slowly running down my spine. Soon they were
touching my jeans. His fingers then started working their way under my
jeans. I could feel my cock hardening as his hand moved closer and closer.
Some people were awkwardly staring, but we didn't care. His hand was in my
underwear now, his warmth flowing through me as he began to squeeze my bare
ass. My cock was so hard.

My hand was up his shirt, feeling one of his nipples, playing with it, my
finger touching the small bumps around it. I then started working my way
down.  I put one of my fingers in his belly button. The fine hairs around
it caressing my finger, the flesh enclosing it. I finally began to edge my
hand down his jeans, into his underwear. Following a line of fine hair, my
hand stroked his warm, hard cock. He let out a low moan as I gripped his
cock and slowly rubbed it up and down. I put my thumb on the tip and found
it was wet with pre-cum. I began to rub the tip with my thumb and saw
Matthew's face filled with pleasure. Then, I had an idea.

I carefully let go of his cock, took my hand out of his underwear and
lifted my thumb up to our faces. It was covered in his pre-cum. There was
even a little bit beginning to drip off the tip of my thumb. Making sure he
was watching, I started moving my thumb towards my mouth. I then sucked the
warm, tasty pre-cum off my thumb, letting it run over my tongue. I let the
slightly salty taste fill my mouth, thinking about how I was going to taste
much more of it soon. He looked so horny that he might just cum in his
pants, so I said:

"Do I get to go back to yours this time?"

He could hardly speak. Eventually he said: "Let's go."
As we were beginning to walk out the club, I realised something was wrong.
He was walking strangely and unsurely. I figured it out. He'd been
drinking. Fucking hell.

"Hold on" I said, "You said you don't get with guys unless they're sober,
why the fuck are you drunker than a tramp at Christmas?"

"Bit..." He began to mumble, "Only...little bit...drink...you know...I
only...you know. Come on...to... back to my place."

For fuck's sake "Let's get you home. You need to sleep before you pass out."

"Wait", he said, "So we're not going to fuck?"

"Not with you like this we're not." I said, trying hard to hide the
disappointment in my voice. "Until you're sober, I just want to make sure
you get home safe."

His face changed. Where it was once filled with comfort and affection, it
was now replaced with sadness and anger.

"So," he began, "You think I'm ugly?"

"What?!"

"You think I'm ugly don't you."

"No, it's just..."

"You cunt, I thought you liked me."

Before I could answer, I heard a voice yelling:

"Get the fuck away from him!"

I looked round and saw a girl in a black dress running towards us. I
recognised her as one of the people Matthew had come into the club with.
She stood between me and Matthew and shouted at me:

"What the fuck is wrong with you! Trying to take advantage of him while
he's drunk!" I opened my mouth to say something, but she just continued her
rant. "You're not his type anyway. If he slept with you, he would regret it
for the rest of his life."

That fucking bitch. How could she know what Matthew wanted? I saw him open
his mouth to speak. To tell her it was all a misunderstanding maybe?

"He thinks I'm ugly." He finally said.

The girl shot me a disgusted look. I tried to object, but they were already
walking away. I called his name. I called it again. But he didn't even look
back.

I began the lonely walk home. What the fuck had happened? One minute I was
in his warm embrace, the next, I was practically being called a sex
offender.  The next morning I sent him a text saying:

`Matthew, are you sober yet? I never said you were ugly last night. You
were just so drunk that I couldn't take advantage of you. Please, just talk
to me about it.'

I never got a reply. I tried ringing him a few times, but it only ever went
through to voicemail. I realised that I'd lost him. The best person I'd
ever had in my life and I'd lost him. And I didn't even know why. Why had
he been drinking so much last night? What made him snap? Somehow, I'd have
to carry on with my life not knowing the answer to these questions.

But a few days later, purely by chance, I saw him on a bus. He was a few
seats behind me. I knew I had to say something, but I couldn't do it here.
So I thought about what I was going to do and what I was going to say. Had
he seen me? Did he know I was here? Yes. I could see his eyes avoiding me.
He was looking everywhere but at me. When his stop came, he walked past me
off the bus, taking special care to avoid looking at me. I followed him.
When we got to an area where there weren't that many people, I shouted his
name. He carried on walking. I called him again, but still he carried on. I
caught up with him and stood in front of him.

"Matthew, just let me talk to you."

He stopped to listen, but still he didn't look at me. I continued:

"Matthew, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me .I have no
fucking idea what happened when we left that club, but I swear, I want you,
I want to be with you."

He continued gazing away.

"Matthew, please, just listen to me."

He acted like I hadn't said a word. I snapped.

"You know what, be like that. Be a fucking coward and pretend I don't
exist! Look at me! LOOK! AT! ME!"

Finally, his head slowly turned. His blue eyes looked straight into mine.
After a second or two, his eyes suddenly welled with tears. Within moments,
the tears were streaming down his face. Oh god. I'd just made things a
million times worse. I caringly held his head against my cheek.

"Ssh" I said, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I just got a bit worked up. I..."

"No" he interrupted, "it's not you, it's...it's..."

"What?"

"Nothing", he said pulling away. He swallowed his tears. "My place is only
a minute from here. Come on." He led the way.

Moments after we walked into his apartment, he pushed me onto his bed. As
he was moving in for the kiss, I said:

"Not yet", he looked puzzled, "Tell me what's wrong."

"It's not important" he said "Now let's get you out of those wet clothes".
They weren't wet, but I guess that wasn't the point.

"You start off all anti-alcohol, and then suddenly you're off your head
with it. You start getting all paranoid and then burst into tears. I'm not
stupid. I think you were drinking to forget. Please. Just tell me what's
wrong."

He thought about it for a moment, and then sat beside me. He whispered it
into my ear and went into the bathroom.

Of all the things it could have been, what he told me hadn't even occurred
to me. I wanted to know more, but now wasn't the time to ask. He came out
of the bathroom completely naked. His cock was hard and pointing up. He'd
pulled the foreskin down to reveal the big, purple, juicy head. His balls
were neither hairy, nor bare. Instead, they were decorated with short, fine
hairs. He walked towards me.

He sat beside me and began to kiss me. His hands were stripping me of my
t-shirt. I kissed his neck, my tongue licking the warm flesh. I moved down
to his left nipple, licking it repeatedly. He shivered in excitement. I
realised his warm cock was touching my bare chest. A ripple flowed through
me. I kneeled on the floor in front of him while he sat on the bed. I
spread his legs apart and headed towards his balls. I ran my tongue along
them. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his cock spasm. I put one in my
mouth as far as it would go. It was big enough to completely fill my mouth.
I left it there for a bit, sucking gently on it and slowly running my
tongue over it. I let its warmth fill my mouth until I knew it was time to
move on. I took it out of my mouth and focused on his cock.

To my delight, I saw pre-cum on the tip. I stuck my tongue out and slowly
moved in to lick it off. My tongue glided along it gathering the warm,
salty liquid on my tongue. I swirled it round my mouth a few times and
swallowed, leaving the jizzy taste in my mouth. I moved my nose over the
cock and inhaled deeply, smelling the lush scent of his cock. I ran my
tongue from the bottom of his cock, all the way to the top. I heard a quiet
moan of pleasure. My hand round the shaft, I started licking the head. It
still tasted of pre-cum. I wrapped my lips around it and pushed it into my
mouth. The head was sliding through my lips, along my tongue while tickling
the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat. I sucked on his cock while
squeezing part of the shaft. Sometimes, my mouth would become damper. I
soon realised that he was squirting pre-cum into my mouth. As I sped up, I
started to take it in deeper, allowing it to enter my throat. Soon, he was
moaning loudly, I could tell he was close. I started sucking on just the
head and was rubbing the shaft with my hand. He let out a loud moan and cum
started flooding my mouth. He shot about six times hitting the roof of my
mouth and the back of my throat and dripped another four times, all of them
landing at the front of my tongue. I relaxed for a moment allowing the cum
on the roof of my mouth to drip onto my tongue. My mouth was full. I took
his cock out of my mouth and let the cum flow round my mouth. I swirled it
round my mouth slowly, each time tasting the warm saltiness of it. I then
swallowed it, and quickly sucked the rest off his cock. I could still taste
the cum, and I wanted it to stay that way.

I got up and sat next to him again, my hand still rubbing his cock. His
face was filled with pleasure. He suddenly turned to me with a determined
smile and started undoing my jeans. He whipped them off and my underwear
with them, revealing my rock hard, soaking wet cock. He wasted no time and
pushed me onto the bed. I could see him climbing up me, and then grasping
my cock in his hands. He wrapped his lips around my cock and started to
suck hard. My body jolted in excitement at the feeling of my cock moving in
and out of his warm, wet mouth. But for a moment, I remembered what he had
whispered to me. I pushed from my mind and enjoyed the feel of his mouth.
He was starting to go deeper now; I could feel the tip of my cock
penetrating his tight throat. Then, he took all of it in. My cock was far
down his tight, warm throat and it felt so good. I thought I was going to
cum for a moment, but then he took it out of his mouth and lay beside me on
his back. He said to me:

"Now, I want you to face fuck me."

I complied and kneeled over his face. My cock, wet with his spit and my
pre-cum was laying across his face. He opened his mouth and made a small
`O'. I carefully positioned my cock and gently thrust it into his mouth. I
thrust in and out slowly, repeatedly, letting the good feeling flow through
me. But then he grabbed both my ass cheeks and pushed me deep inside. I
almost came when his lips reached the bottom of my cock, but I tried to
hold on for longer. He was moving his head up and down while he held me
deep in his throat. I was about to cum. I didn't want him to choke, so I
warned him through my grunts and moans. He pushed my cock out his throat
keeping only the tip in his mouth. He took one hand off my ass and started
rubbing my cock. Finally, the powerful orgasm swept through my body and cum
started shooting out of my cock. For the first three spurts he left the tip
in his mouth. He then took it out and let me see the fourth spurt shoot
into his mouth. He held out his tongue which was milky white. Then he
started to shake my cock, so the next five or six spurts spattered randomly
on his face. When I finished, there was cum dripping off his cheeks, a bit
on his nose and a load of it round his lips. He licked his lips with his
cum covered tongue and swallowed. Then he wiped it off his face with his
fingers and sucked it off.

We lay down for a few moments. We kissed while I was stroked his chest. I
could still taste the cum in my mouth. But once again, I remembered what
he'd whispered to me. I tried not to think about it. His hands started
moving closer to my ass. He rubbed the cheeks. I knew what he was thinking.
He pulled some lube out of his bedside cabinet and rubbed some all along
his hardened cock. I lay on my back, spread my legs and held them in the
air. He climbed back onto the bed and shuffled his way in-between my legs.
The tip of his cock was poking my ass hole. He held onto my legs and slowly
pushed the tip into my ass. It hurt slightly. He pulled out and then pushed
it in again. This time it hurt much less and felt much better. Every time
he pushed it in, he would go a little deeper. Eventually, he had his entire
cock inside my ass. The feeling of being so full, of being impaled this
way; it sent warm jolts through my body. I could see the smile on his face
as he was lost in ecstasy. Soon, he was letting out low moans, and I knew
what it meant. I felt warm sticky liquid shoot deep inside me as Matthew
let out a howl of pleasure. I smiled and savoured the feeling of his cock
deep inside me.

"You didn't cum that time", he said a little disappointed. "Let me fix
that."

He took the lube and started rubbing it on my cock. He then positioned
himself and slowly sat down, my cock sliding into his ass. Looking into my
eyes he began to slowly bounce. I couldn't decide what felt better, him
inside me, or me inside him. I slid in and out of his warm, tight ass. I
was on the verge of cumming, but couldn't quite get there. Then something
happened that I didn't expect. Matthew came again, all over my chest. It
wasn't as much as the first two times, but it was still a massive load. The
warm droplets falling on my chest pushed me over the verge and I shot
everything I had deep inside him. I didn't even have time to warn him. When
I'd finished, he slid off me, cum dripping from his ass, and fell asleep
next to me.

I lay there rubbing his cum into my chest. I smiled as I realised I had his
cum on my chest, in my ass, in my stomach and I had the taste of it in my
mouth. I looked at Matthew sleeping next to me, thinking about how we could
do it all over again. But now I had to face up to what he had whispered to
me. Tears began forming behind my eyes, but I knew I needed to stay strong,
for his sake. What was I going to do? I'd only just met him. I tried to
sleep, but how could I? Knowing that in less than a week, Matthew would be
snatched away from me by a brain tumour. And I could do nothing to save
him. All I could do was make his last few days alive a little better. In a
week's time, I would be alone again.