Helping Matt

Shortly after 3AM, I heard a crash and then heard voices. I knew my roommate was planning on getting drunk that night, though I didn't know he was bringing anyone home with him. I could make out three voices. I knew Chad's voice - loud and swaggering - but the other two I didn't recognize. I pulled on some clothes and went out into the living room area. Chad had picked up another young slut from the local bar, but I didn't know the cute guy that was with him. The kid had short dark brown hair, a goatee, and a physique of solid muscle (probably around 200 pounds worth) packed into a tight t-shirt and a pair of grey sweats I figured that the guy must have played football in college or at least high school. One word went through my mind as I looked this guy up and down. Daddy!

"Hey, man. What's up?" Chad bellowed as he wrapped his arm around the young gal. "This is Sarah."

"Nice to meet you, Sarah," I replied. "Chad, can you hold it down, please? I have an 8:00 class tomorrow."

"Hold it down?" he asked, giving Sarah a squeeze. "I can't keep it down around her. But then again, you wouldn't know about things like that."

"Yeah, right." I answered. "If you'd ever ditch the fish, you'd never want it again. As if you could understand."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Chad slurred. "By the way, this is my bud from work, Matt. Matt, this is my roommate Brad. Watch out for him, man. Don't get too close to him unless you want a sore butthole."

"God, Chad. You have no class," Sarah said. "Leave him alone."

Chad laughed.

"Come here, woman. Let me show you my room." Chad picked her up and clumsily tried to carry her into his room, knocking the door open with a crash.

Matt, still standing in the living room, just shook his head.

"Great. I didn't drive. How am I gonna get home?" he asked.

"What do ya mean?" I inquired.

"Well," he said, "Chad picked me up and asked me if I wanted to go partying. Then he met Sarah and, well. Who knows what's going on in there."

We made more small talk for a while, and after a few minutes, it seemed apparent that Chad had no intention of coming back out. I motioned for Matt to be silent, and I walked over to Chad's door. I could hear soft moaning and wet slurping noises coming from inside.

I walked back out into the living room, shaking my head.

"What's up man?" Matt asked.

"Oh, they're going at it" I replied.

"Fuck, that means I'm not gonna get a ride home. He'll probably fuck her and pass out."

"You're welcome to crash here," I said. "We have a couch in the basement and you are welcome to make yourself at home. And don't worry about what Chad said. I'm into guys, but if you crash here, you're safe. I'm a fag, not a rapist."

"That's cool." Matt grinned. "At least someone got his rocks off tonight. By the way, why did you call yourself a faggot? Is it cause you don't like yourself?"

"No, that's just an expression. It's kind of like a black person calling himself or a friend a nigger. It's nothing derogatory. And when someone calls me a faggot, it really doesn't bother me that much. After the third or fourth time, it gets a little old."

"No doubt."

I showed Matt where the downstairs rec. area. Our rec. room is furnished with a big couch, a recliner and a large TV and stereo VCR.

"Make yourself at home," I said. "I have some videos here if you want to watch one. The bathroom's over by the stairs, too. There's a small refrigerator behind the bar and I keep a little stash of booze in there. Help yourself."

"Thanks, Brad." Matt said. "What kind of videos do you have, anyway? Is it all faggot shit?"

"No. I've got a few straight ones as well."

"Well, hell... Wanna pop one in for a little while? It might muffle the sound from up there."

By now the moaning was reaching a higher and higher level. Chad must have been fucking the hell out of Sarah; we could hear it all the way downstairs. I grabbed my favorite straight video out of the entertainment center and popped it in. Grabbing a couple of wine coolers, I took up a seat on the recliner, with Matt sitting on the sagging couch.

The video was a hot one. I could tell Matt was really getting into the scene where the two girls were eating each other out. He started squirming a little on the couch and I could see he was getting uncomfortable.

"Damn, that gets me horny. I love watching that."

"What? Two dykes going at it?"

"Yeah. Look at her. She's loving it. You know she is. That bitch can really eat pussy."

"Yeah, she can," I said. "It's just like two guys. A guy knows how to suck dick better than a woman, any day."

"That's fucking gross," Matt said. "I couldn't let a guy do that to me."

"Why?" I asked. "Because you'd be ashamed to admit it felt good or what?"

"No way. I know I couldn't get it hard."

"I'll make you a bet. You let me try. If I can't get you off in five minutes, I'll give you a hundred bucks. If I can, then you owe me nothing."

"Fuck that shit," Matt said. "No fucking way."

"Why? You get the best part of the deal. You get a blowjob or a hundred bucks or both. Unless, of course, you are afraid to try it."

"I ain't afraid. I ain't afraid of nothing. This is only for chicks." Matt hefted himself.

"Yeah. I can understand why you said that. You're too cowardly to admit that you would get hard if a guy sucked on it. Hey, it's okay. I understand."

"Fuck you. I'm not hard and I couldn't get hard no matter how good you are. I'm gonna go to bed now. That okay with you?"

"Yeah," I responded. "Whatever."

I went into my room and got some blankets and a pillow. I took them out into the rec. area where Matt was still watching the video. By now another guy had come on the scene and one of the girls was giving him a blowjob.

"Damn, that's hot. Listen to her moan," Matt said.

I hit the mute button on the TV. That wasn't the chick with the dick in her mouth that was moaning; it was Sarah.

"Goddamn it, I can't stand it. This is driving me nuts!" exclaimed Matt. "All I want is to fucking get laid tonight and I have to hear them going at it. I'm so fucking horny I can't stand it!"

Glancing over at Matt's gray sweats I notice that not only was there a pronounced bulge down one leg, but there was a corresponding wet spot forming.

"I wish you were a girl, damn it! The one person that WANTS to suck me off and it's gotta be a guy, a fucking faggot!" Matt looked pretty discouraged.

"What's the matter with me? Why can't I get laid? The fucking bitches just play games with you. They make you... well... Fuck."

Looking over at Matt, I could see the look of pain on his face. I approached him slowly.

"Matt, I'm going to do something, but it's not sexual. Trust me. I won't touch your dick. I promise. You gotta trust me."

I moved toward him, sat on the couch, and reached my arms around him, hugging him to me. Surprisingly, Matt allowed me to hug him. I held him in my arms for about thirty seconds or so. He actually seemed to like having someone hold him.

"I told you, I wouldn't try anything. I just felt like you needed some reassurance."

"Thanks man. I needed that. You are so cool. You're not a sissy faggot like most of those assholes. I just don't know where I'm going wrong. I look at those guys that treat girls like shit and they seem to get all the pussy."

"Matt," I said, "Do you want to be like that, using girls and throwing them away like trash? Does that make you a man?"

"No," he said. "I'm just so goddamn horny I can't stand it."

"Will you trust me again? I promise I won't do anything you don't want me to.." Matt nodded.

I moved closer, hugging him again. This time, I kissed him softly on the neck and rubbed his chest with my hand. He let me, first stiffening and then relaxing. I massaged down his chest and as I started sliding my hand toward his groin, he offered no resistance. I lightly caressed the wet spot in his sweats. His cock was stiffening to my touch and I rubbed the squishy spot, squeezing and encouraging his young dick to harden for me.

"Will you let me help you with this?" I asked. Matt simply nodded.

As I started to pull his sweats down, he lifted his ass off of the couch, allowing me full access to his sweats and boxers. I pulled the pants down and as I did so, a very thick seven inch cock sprang up to greet me. I sucked in my breath as I looked at it. That cock had to be the thickest dick I'd ever seen. Equally impressive were his nuts. His balls hung to one side, large and plump. No doubt his testicles held more than one hot load of boiling cum.

"It's beautiful," I said. Matt beamed and switched the TV audio back on.

"Suck me off," he said.

I leaned over and took the head of his thick cock into my mouth. I felt it harden more and at the same time a drop of precum seeped onto my tongue. Matt moaned softly. I took my time, bathing his dick with large amounts of saliva. This was his first blowjob from a guy. I had to make it a good one.

Pulling my lips back over my teeth, I took a breath and swallowed his cock down to the pubic hairs. Matt moaned loudly and that big prick swelled, nearly choking me. I backed off a bit and while keeping his dickhead in my mouth, I started a jacking motion with just my thumb and forefinger. I lightly stroked his cock as I sucked on it. Matt seemed to like the action and I sped up a bit. His breathing quickened and I suddenly stopped. A look of hurt crossed his face.

"Don't stop, man. Please. I was enjoying it."

I couldn't resist a man begging me. I resumed the sucking and jacking motion and Matt groaned in approval. I took my hand off of his cock and let my lips and tongue do all the work while my right hand caressed his balls. Matt started to writhe around on the couch and his breathing once again sped up.

"Yeah, like that," he hissed. "Suck it fast. Make me cum. I wanna cum in your mouth. God, that's good. Suck it 'cause I know you want it. I'm gonna give you this big cock 'cause I know you want it. Here it comes. MMMMM. Uhhhh! Uhhhhh!"

Matt stiffened up and I felt his balls tighten. His whole body spasmed and he literally rammed his cock forward, choking me. I saw stars and gagged as he squirted the first of five shots of hot, salty cum into my throat. Matt's body eventually quit quaking.

"Thanks, bud. I needed that. And it was as good as you told me, maybe even better." With that, he leaned his big body back onto the couch and I covered him up.

I shut off the TV and VCR and turned off the lights. By the time I covered him up, he had fallen asleep with a big smile on his face. Yeah, he was a little heavier than his ideal weight, but I could see myself wanting to fall in love with a big man like that. By then, I'd had enough of those skinny little sissy boys. Beef is what we eat in the midwest.

I went to bed after that, leaving only a light on in the bathroom in case Matt needed anything. Sarah and Chad had quit fucking and the house was again quiet. I licked my lips and remembered the taste of Matt's cum on my tongue and smiled. What a beautiful man, I thought to myself.

I soon fell asleep. It was a beautiful, restful sleep. Around four in the morning, I heard a noise and woke up. A dark figure had entered my room and I remained motionless. As the figure approached my bed, I could see it was Matt. I sat up and as I did so, he pulled down his boxers and slipped his cock into my mouth again and I sucked him off for a second time. After he came, I hugged him and feeling daring, kissed him on the mouth.

Without saying a word, Matt laid down on my bed naked. Holding me, we fell asleep together. Later that morning, Matt woke up and returned to the couch before Chad came downstairs.

Matt still won't admit to himself that he likes men. I blew him a couple times after that and he sometimes says that he might be bisexual, but he's still into women. I told him I love him very much. He can't seem to deal with that very well. I think he might be a little bit attached to me as well. We'll just have to see how it goes from here.

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written by bladeriowa