There was no way I could resist that smile and it’d be weird if I avoided him, so I picked my way through the crowd and joined the two of them. I was about to head to the other end and avoid the two of them until I could get my thoughts in order but Matt saw me, grinned sheepishly, and waved me over. When I finally made it to the bar, I saw Matt in the queue with his girlfriend, Kerryn. All I could think about was the firmness of the kiss, how easily Matt had taken casual control over the experience, how much I’d loved the feeling of being kissed by another man. The uncomfortable pressure in my jeans told me beyond any shadow of a doubt that my body had no real objections to the sensation either. The feeling of his firm body pressed against me, all muscle and power, was entirely different from the soft curves I was more used to. That kiss with Matt had been, without a doubt, the single most erotic moment in my entire life to date better than every girl I’d ever slept with.
My head felt like it was spinning as I made my way to the bar. He took my cock in his hand, lightly stroking it up and down, his thumb massaging the copious precum over my head before lifting it to his mouth, taking a provocative lick.
