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    Matt plays a game ... he's a very naughty boy. :)

    Hi, it's me JAG. I'm posting this story under a nom-de-plume. I don't know why.


    Chapter One


    It wasn't because I was under-endowed or anything. I could hold my own in that department, of which I got plenty of practice. But I hated showering after rugby. Well ... we shouldn't say hate. That's an exaggeration. New Zealand is famous for it's natural beauty, but none of that scenery is more stunning than what I saw in an average post-game communal shower. What can anyone hate about that? Especially someone of my persuasion. By the way, in passing, my persuasion was still somewhat of a secret.

    Yes, I was shy, especially about showing my ... you know .... my stuff. In fact, I tried not to shower after the game at all, if I could help it. A little bit of mud never did anyone any harm.

    It was my first game for my new team. I came to the big city mainly because people said I should. They reckoned I had talent. I had to admit, scoring the winning try was no fluke. I knew exactly what I was doing.

    Congratulations are different here. It was kind of weird being tapped on the bum as I walked off the field. Nothing like that ever happened with my old team. People just played for the fun of it, out in the country. There's no way a farmer's ever going to tap you on the arse. In the city, everything is more intense. A tap on the bum is considered the ultimate compliment to the big city boys, as long as there's nothing sexual in it, of course. Yes, I was pleased. I had played well. There was nothing more for me to do but to sit on the bench in the changing room, wallow in pride, take off my boots, and contemplate the showering arrangements.

    "Nice game Jeff. Congratulations."

    As I remained seated, slipping off my boots, I saw the outstretched hand, in my peripheral vision, out of the top of my eyes. I glanced up towards the guys midriff, and then further up to his face, and then back down to his abdomen. It was Gary Williamson, the team captain.

    "Oh shit!" I wasn't sure whether I said that out loud or to myself. It was the fright of looking up and being confronted by Gary's flaccid junk, at eye level, just hanging there innocuously, inches away, that almost caused the most terrible of faux pas. Hanging there is a perfect turn of phrase. Boy did it hang. If there was ever a comparison to be made between Gary's cock and the trunk of an elephant, Gary would win every time.

    I struggled to bring Gary's hand into focus. "Um .... Oh .... Hi." I didn't know where to look. In the end I turned my head to the side and upwards, my eyes directed at a blank, lifeless portion of the wall. It's not as though I didn't want to look. That is so far from the truth it isn't funny. If I had a wishlist, looking at Gary Williamson's junk without him noticing would be somewhere near winning the lottery in priority.

    As I stood, I reached out my right hand and placed it in Gary's, as I was invited to do, and I felt his firm grip. My vision was still a little blurry and unfocused. I could have miscued and grabbed something else nearby, something altogether far more spongy and flexible than Gary's hand, by mistake. That may not have gone down too well. I was only twenty two. Far too young to die. Hardly a moment went by when some scantily clad, big bosomed female, was not at Gary's coattails. I couldn't imagine anyone more hetero.

    "Thanks Gary ...," I said nervously.

    No one should be surprised that I was so nervous. Gary can quite reasonably be described, in downunder speak, as a hunk. And didn't I know it? Even more so now, having seen him, and from a close-up perspective, as nature intended. At least I could turn my head forward now that we were both standing. Gary's junk didn't seem anywhere near as daunting from there.

    "I was impressed," said Gary.

    Briefly, I wondered what he was talking about. Impressed? If there's anyone that should be impressed it's me, I thought. I'd rarely seen junk so impressive, even if it wasn't for the want of trying.

    "A player of your ability doesn't come around every day," Gary continued. "You're going to be a star I think Jeff. I'll tell you what. Pop into the showers with the lads. Get cleaned up. Then we'll drop into the clubrooms for a beer. You'll have the chicks eating out of the palm of your hand in no time. I'll introduce you to some of them, if you like."

    "Chicks?," I asked.

    "Haha, you country lads, you're all the same. Yea ... you know .... females ... women."

    "Sure ... ah?," I replied, hesitantly. I had hardly managed to string two words together so far. I felt like saying 'Do I have to?', to both the shower and the chicks idea, but while deciding what to say, if anything, Gary had already patted me on the shoulder and began turning to leave.

    "No need to be nervous. Our chicks are a friendly bunch. I'll catch you in the showers," Gary added, before completely turning his back.

    'Catch me in the showers?' Whatever did he mean by that? Perhaps that's why I was so shy. Always thinking the worst.

    I sat myself back down on the bench and slowly began to remove my socks. I was dawdling.

    "You coming to the showers mate?," asked a naked, friendly teammate, on passing.

    "Sure. In a minute," I replied, looking up and smiling, careful to avoid another eyeful of male genitalia. "Wouldn't the hot water have run out by now?"

    "Nah ... it's never been a problem before. There's some hot tubs in there too."

    Just brilliant, I thought. If anything should lead to an embarrassing erection, it will be a heap of soaped up guys writhing around naked in a hot tub.

    I was lagging way behind. I was now the last person left in the changing room, and I was still completely clothed in my playing gear.

    I pulled my soiled rugby jersey over my head and chucked it into my open bag on the floor beside me. Then I sat contemplating for a bit. There sure was a racket coming from the showers. I could make out a version of We are the Champions, but it bore little resemblance to the one sung by Freddie Mercury. Occasionally, a chorus of laughter drowned out the, less than tuneful, singing. I rummaged in my bag and pulled out my clothes, which were folded neatly inside a plastic bag. I didn't seem that dirty. A bit of mud on my knees perhaps, but nothing much else to write home about. The clothes would hide most of it anyway, I decided. And I've never been one to sweat much during the game.

    I held my black dress pants aloft at the waist and gave them a shake, hoping to smooth out any creases. Then I laid them out carefully on the seat beside me. Remaining seated, I slid off my dirty rugby shorts and threw them on top of the already discarded jersey in my bag. Sitting there in my underpants was about as naked as I was willing to get today. I hardly knew any of these guys after all.

    Just as I stood, preparing to re-clothe myself, I became aware of the sound of the cascading water in the shower area. Through the comparative silence came a shouting voice.

    "Hey whizkid, Jeff mate. Get your arse over here into the showers. Come on man. Come and join in."

    I instantly recognised the voice, if only for the addition of the word mate to the end of my name. It was that cheeky guy called Matt.

    "Hurry up mate," Matt joked. "We don't bite. Are you scared we're going to fuck you in the arse or something man?"

    "Yea, come on Jeff. Matt's just dying for a piece of your arse. He sure as hell doesn't get any action from any of the chicks," yelled someone else, to uproarious laughter. "Don't worry, it won't hurt, Matt's got a small one anyway."

    How lame, I thought. For the first time I wondered whether some of these guys were complete tossers. I could put no more thought into it. There was only one way to get them off my back. I had to do it. I'm going to have to get in there with the others ... in the showers.

    Today was going to be a big day. As it turned out, it was much bigger than I ever imagined.

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    Re: Matt plays a game ... he's a very naughty boy. :)

    Great start, looking forward to the next chapter.

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    Re: Matt plays a game ... he's a very naughty boy. :)

    Can't wait for the next chapter!

    JAG, darling, botox paralyzes muscles. When carefully injected into certain facial muscles, it makes wrinkles go away because the wrinkle muscles are paralyzed. Injecting a "gallon of botox" wouldn't make an ass bubblier. It would leave the person crippled or dead!

    That was the only thing that really jarred me out of the story, and I got back into it fairly quickly. I'm hoping for a friendly gangbang in the shower in the next chapter!
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    Re: Matt plays a game ... he's a very naughty boy. :)

    Quote Originally Posted by Críostóir View Post
    I'm hoping for a friendly gangbang in the shower in the next chapter!
    Yea ... I just thought of something ... I guess I should point out, because of the way the title of the story is worded, that anything that happens will be with the total approval and say-so of everyone concerned.

    Thanks for the tip re the botox. Just shows how much attention I pay to cosmetics

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    Quote Originally Posted by DaveMate View Post
    Thanks for the tip re the botox. Just shows how much attention I pay to cosmetics
    No problem. It actually speaks well for you that you're unaware of such abominations. I can't help hearing about them, placed as I am.

    Collagen would work the way you describe (though for an ass...maybe not so pretty a result).

    BoTox is short for Botulin Toxin. When people die of eating bad canned goods, that's the toxin that kills them.
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    Nice! Can't wait to hear more! =]

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    great start look forward to more
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    There is no need for botox or anything else to boost your story telling talent! Nice to have a new story from you - promising start as ever



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    I've found that this story is easier to write from Jeff's perspective. So I redid Chapter One, which is reposted above, and the story will continue in that way.

    In Chapter Two, we begin to find out a bit about how naughty Matt can be.

    Chapter Two

    It was just as expected. I stood briefly at the doorway to the showers, assessing the layout. There were no petitions ... no curtains ... no privacy. Just one giant open bathroom, with a heap of shower nozzles spread down three of the walls, and a large tub in one corner. This is what rugby players expect out of their after match ablutions. You play the game, you get naked, you jump in the shower together, you laugh and you sing. It was steamy. I couldn't see much. Everyone was naked. I knew that, at least.

    Suddenly, it seemed, I was the centre of attention. The talking became whispers. Guys turned their heads in my direction, and they squinted through the jets of water and streams of shampoo falling down their faces. Then their eyes followed me as I walked towards a vacant shower I had spotted at the very end of a side wall. I stood myself at the shower, facing the wall, and I placed my hand on the tap.

    It was Gary Williamson who broke the ice. "Make sure you turn the tap right around Jeff. Otherwise the water won't be hot enough," he said.

    As I opened the faucet and the shower sparked into life, I heard some laughter behind me, across the way. I ignored it at first. I held my arms out in front of me and felt the temperature of the water with my hands.

    "Hey mate. What are you doing?"

    I turned my head. I could sense my teammate's eyes, as if I was the headline act at a circus. The voice was Matt's.

    "What? .... ah ... you talking to me?," I asked. "What do you mean?"

    "What are you doing?," repeated Matt. "You've still got your undies on mate."

    I was aghast. So was everyone else, it seemed. There was silence.

    "Shut up Matt. It doesn't matter," said someone, attempting to smooth over an awkward moment.

    "But why is he showering with his undies on?," Matt said incredulously. "That's just weird man."

    "It's a good idea Matt. You can have a shower and clean your undies at the same time. It saves water," said a third teammate to laughter.

    "He might get clean undies mate, but he'll have a dirty arse. How can you clean your arse while you're wearing undies?" said Matt.

    "Matt, you just worry about your own arse," said someone else. "I'm sure Jeff doesn't need instructions from you. He looks quite capable of taking care of his arse. Since when did you become the arse police? Matt, turn around for a minute. Let us look at your arse. Is it clean? Who here wants to volunteer to check Matt's arse?"

    If I was under the influence of alcohol or something, I am sure I would have put my hand up at this point. It sounded like a great job. As it was, I had my eyes closed, feeling the warm jets of water on my body, while listening, with some anxiety, to the conversation.

    "Mate, it's just that I've never heard of anyone having a shower in their undies before," said Matt, resigned to the fact that everyone else appeared against him.

    Gary chipped in. "I'll tell you what Matt. If ever you should become as good a player as Jeff, you can shower in your underpants too. Then I'll personally come and clean your arse for you."

    That was a good comeback, I thought. I felt myself starting to relax. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the warm needles of water on my skin. I gently rubbed my face, then my chest and arms repeatedly, trying to forget my surroundings and the temptation of the nakedness around me. I was awoken from my shallow daydream by a voice.

    "Hey mate," the voice said.

    I opened my eyes. I could see no one. I looked to the side, and then over my shoulder. There was just one lonely, naked figure, standing under a shower, across the room. It was Matt.

    "Hey mate," repeated Matt. "Do you mind if I come over there and use the shower next to you man? There's no one to talk to over on this side."

    I didn't even have time to answer. Matt was soaking himself in the adjacent shower before I could open my mouth. "I was just about to finish up actually Matt," I said belatedly.

    "Don't go mate. I want to talk you."

    Matt stood side on to the wall to face me, as the water tumbled down upon him. "Where are you from?," he asked.

    It seemed rude to look at his naked flesh from so close, but it seemed even ruder not to face him as he was talking. I turned my body. We stood face to face. I looked into his eyes as he spoke, very keen to at least glance down at his manhood, but I knew he was watching. The best I could do was enjoy the dark patch of pubic hair I could make out in my peripheral vision, down below.

    "I'm from up north," I answered.

    "Oh yeah? Me too. Whereabouts?"

    "Oaksville, up by Masterton. You?," I asked.

    "Really mate? Oaksville eh? I'm from Waitohe, just up the road from there."

    "Oh ... cool. I know the place. Small world eh?"

    "What does your old man do there then?," he asked.

    "Farmer. My father milks cows. You?"

    "Um ... me ... what mate?"

    "Your father. What does he do?"

    "Oh ... he's a wanker."

    "A what?"

    "My old man, he's a wanker. A wanker mate."

    "A wanker?"

    "Yeah, a professional wanker."

    "A wanker? What do you mean, a wanker?"

    "A wanker mate. You know ... a jerk."

    "Oh ... I think I get the picture. How could your family afford to live off such a low wage?," I joked.

    Matt laughed. "That was quite funny. So you're a bit of a comedian then? That'll go down well around here. What do you do then?"

    "Computer programmer," I replied.

    "Man ... a brainbox too. You're the complete package!"

    "Well, I wouldn't say that," I said sheepishly.

    "Brainy, sporty, funny ... good looking." Matt picked up a bottle of shampoo from a shelf braced to the wall. He squeezed some of the liquid onto one hand and applied it to his hair. "Shampoo?," he asked, offering it to me.

    "No thanks. It's ok. I washed my hair this morning" I lied.

    Naked with both hands lifted to his head. Matt was totally exposed. I had to admit he was beginning to grow on me. Looking into his eyes made me appreciate how handsome he actually was. They were eyes that seemed to be locked into a permanent smile. A sort of mischievous smile. His black hair was cropped short and he wore at least a couple of days growth of stubble over a smooth and shiny complexion.

    We watched each other, eye to eye, as he lathered. Suddenly Matt's eyes took a dart downwards, then they paused briefly and shot back up.

    "You're circumcised," he announced.

    "Oh ... um ... shit .. what?," I stammered.

    "Mate, those undies don't leave much to the imagination when they're wet. You may as well take them off. It's easier that way. No one's going to look."

    "I'm not taking my underpants off Matt," I said, pretending to laugh.

    "Why not?"

    "I'm quite happy leaving them on thanks."

    Matt continued to lather. I noticed he made two or three more glances downwards. Then for a few seconds he gazed ahead in thought.

    "I'm not," he said.

    "You're not what?," I asked.

    "Circumcised. I'm not circumcised mate."

    "Ah ... oh ... aren't you?"

    "Nah mate. Can't you tell?"

    'Oh shit!' I exclaimed, to myself. That was unexpected. Unless I was terribly mistaken, that sounded very much to me like an open invitation Matt had given me to examine his cock. In how much detail, I wasn't sure. Eagerly, I looked down to where I had noticed the dark bush of pubic hair earlier. Just as I did so, Matt's cock bounced as he made a step to one side. Then he stood under the falling water from his shower, in order to wash away the shampoo from his hair. His cock bounced again. So did his balls, suspended within his warm, low-hanging scrotum. A stream of soapy water cascaded down his front, over his tight, sexy abdomen, through his pubes, down the length of his uncut penis, making it appear shiny and slippery, and then over his ball sac and down his thighs.

    Shit! I looked back up to Matt's waiting and smiling eyes. "You're not either," I said, trying not to sound as though what I had just done was anything out of the ordinary. "You're right, You're not circumcised."

    I could feel it happening, almost immediately. It started with that pleasant feeling in my groin. And then the tightening, which became more and more intense with every second. My soaked briefs started pushing outwards. The beginnings of a bulge.

    Matt's glances at the front of my underpants became more of a stare. Then I turned my back on him as the feelings intensified. I tried to secretly rearrange everything, straightening my dick upwards and sidewards, towards my hip, so it had more space in which to lengthen. I hoped beyond hope that Matt hadn't noticed.

    "You're going to have to take them off now mate. Otherwise it will only make it worse. There's nothing worse than having a stiffy inside a small pair of wet undies, and you'll have bugger all chance of getting rid of it if you keep them on."

    Of course, Matt was grinning. At least, I presumed he was. "Fuck," I said, out loud. I reached my arm out to the side, and turned off my shower. Then I cupped my hands over the front of my briefs and headed for the door.

    "Where are you going?," asked Matt.

    I stopped, and without turning to face him, I said "To get changed."

    "But there's still guys in there."

    "Shit. What shall I do then?," I asked, in a panic. It was plainly obvious now, that Matt knew what was happening.

    "Turn around. Let me have a look. I'll see if anyone will notice anything," said Matt.

    "No! I'm not showing you that," I said, incredulously.

    "Do you think I've never seen another guys erection before? How do I know whether anyone will notice it if you won't show me mate?"

    "You'll just have to take my word for it," I said. "They'll notice."

    "What exactly is happening then? Describe it for me. Perhaps we can decide if the other guys will notice that way. Is it popping out the top of your briefs?," he asked.

    I uncupped my hand and looked down. "Almost," I replied. "It's mainly to the side though."

    "So it's poking out of the leg hole then?"

    "Yeah ... a little ... just the top bit," I said.

    "The top bit?"

    "You know ... the head ... the glans ... oh shit ... this is ridiculous."

    "How much of the head, exactly, is poking out then?," he asked.

    "Probably about half. They'll definitely notice it."

    "Can you try pushing it back up into your undies so that it's not poking out?," suggested Matt.

    "Yea. I've tried that. It doesn't work. There's not enough material."

    "Man. You must have a big one. How big is it?"

    "Big enough. Shit, this is embarrassing," I mumbled.

    "Try pushing it so that it's straight up in your undies, instead of to the side. How does that go?," he asked.

    "No good," I said, after attempting Matt's suggestion. "It puts too much strain on lower down."

    "You mean on your balls man?"

    "Yea. Thats exactly what I mean."

    "Oh ... well what happens if you make it so there is no strain on your balls?"

    "About half of it pokes out the top."

    "What do you mean mate? Half of the head or half of the whole thing?"

    "Half of the whole thing. Oh shit!"

    "I guess they would notice that," said Matt. "Next time, if you really insist on wearing your undies in the shower, you should think about boxers. Then your erection will have more room."

    "Oh fuck. What shall I do?," I pleaded.

    "Well, if it was me mate," he said, "I would take off my undies to relieve the pressure and then wait for it to disappear. From where I'm standing, it pretty much looks as though you're naked anyway. Those wet undies are sticking to your arse. I can see the outline quite clearly. So you might as well take them off. I'm sure that would help. Look, there's no one in here but us, and I certainly won't say anything. You've already seen my arse."

    "No I haven't," I protested.

    "Really mate?," he said. "We've been here all this time, and you haven't looked at my arse once?"

    "No. I thought it would be rude to do that," I said.

    "Well, would you like to look at it then? That way, you will be able to take off your undies, and we'll be even, because we would have seen each others arses."

    "No, I don't want to do that, while I'm like this. I think it might make it worse." I said.

    "How can it make it any worse than it already is mate?," Matt argued. "It's because your undies are wet, that's why it happened. You don't have to show me your cock if you don't want to. You've got your back to me anyway, so I'll only see your arse. I'll even close my eyes if you want. Either that, or as I said, I can show you my arse as well, so you won't be so embarrassed. I'm sure that if you stand there without those soaked undies on, your erection will be gone in no time."

    "I wouldn't count on it. Matt, I'm not taking off my underpants, ok?" I said.

    "Well ok then, if you're sure. Only trying to help. ...um ... I've got an idea ... wait there."

    Matt left for the changing room and shortly after returned, with a towel around his waist, and a spare one for me.

    "Thanks," I said. "Why didn't you just get me a towel in the first place?"

    "I didn't think of it mate. I thought you'd be able to get rid of it by just taking your wet undies off. It wasn't until you said you weren't going to do it that I had to think of something else."

    "Put the towel over there, on the rail, and then go back over there," I instructed.

    "You're crazy man," he said. "There you are then. Your towel."

    "Thanks," I said. Truly, I was thankful, that I had the sanctuary of a towel, at last. I took the towel from the rail, careful to keep my back facing Matt, and placed it around my waist.

    "So where do you live then?," asked Matt, as he watched intently.

    "An apartment, in town," I replied.

    "You live in the city? Alone?"

    "Yep. I do. Why?"

    "How are you getting home then?," he asked.

    "What's the time? There's a bus at four."

    "Oh don't take the bus mate. Waste of money. The bus drivers are crazy around here. They're never on time. I'll take you home in my car. It'll be sweet."

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    Re: Matt plays a game ... he's a very naughty boy. :)

    hope you add to this soon

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    Quote Originally Posted by redbomb View Post
    hope you add to this soon
    I'm hoping to.

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    Re: Matt plays a game ... he's a very naughty boy. :)

    OK, JAG,

    You didn't tell me you were going to go incognito in any new thread.........

    I must be losing my touch. It just dawned on me that the new "DaveMate" might be my old friend from days gone by. Good to have you back and writing.

    Now, let's talk about little brother Matt........ Doesn't sound as though he has changed one iota since he tried to put the make on DaveMate. Glad to have him and his antics back in service. I'm really excited that you're giving us another thrilling and exciting story. Jeff seems to be just the person to take on Matt. He's a little shy now, but after Matt gets through with him he'll be completely seasoned....lol

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    Re: Matt plays a game ... he's a very naughty boy. :)

    Great story!!

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    Re: Matt plays a game ... he's a very naughty boy. :)

    Quote Originally Posted by Craiger View Post
    OK, JAG,

    You didn't tell me you were going to go incognito in any new thread.........

    I must be losing my touch. It just dawned on me that the new "DaveMate" might be my old friend from days gone by. Good to have you back and writing.

    Craiger
    Yep Craiger mate, it's double incognito.
    Thanks guys.
    Regarding the underpants ... that conversation in the last chapter between all the teammates was virtually word for word of a real conversation I heard when someone walked into the showers with their underpants on after a game. What that says about NZ and rugby players I don't know. Lol.

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    Re: Matt plays a game ... he's a very naughty boy. :)

    Quote Originally Posted by DaveMate View Post
    Regarding the underpants ... that conversation in the last chapter between all the teammates was virtually word for word of a real conversation I heard when someone walked into the showers with their underpants on after a game. What that says about NZ and rugby players I don't know. Lol.
    I have the strong impression that rugby is a game for closeted guys. The game itself is macho, macho man territory, of course; this is so they can feel manly. And they're mostly interested in each other, not in women (they impress women when they can, but that's a way of competing with each other).

    Or maybe it's just my fantasy that all these rugby guys are fucking behind the scenes. Certainly that documentary about the British rugby team implied that they were all getting sweaty off camera...and they even kissed ON camera.

    Of course, that's UK, not NZ. NZ is if anything sexier.
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    This story is hilarious. More please

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    Just an update on Chapter 3 progress to anyone who may have been following this story, seeing as how it's over a week since Chapter 2. I've just read back the 4 pages of typed A4 that I have written so far for Chapter 3. I'm about two thirds of the way through. I have to say it's quite 'interesting' ....

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    Don't rush on my account. Tomorrow will be fine lol

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    Don't rush on my account. Tomorrow will be fine lol
    As per your request.

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    Chapter Three

    "Pour some of this down your throat," I said to Matt. I placed an opened can of beer on the coffee table in front of him. There weren't many other places to put it. Table and shelf space were in short supply, due to my apartment being not much bigger than a shoebox. This room alone acted as a lounge, dining and bed room. "I'll be back in a minute. I'm just going to go to the bathroom to change out of these wet underpants."

    "Good move. They've probably been stretched beyond recognition after what happened in the shower. Never wear undies in the shower mate. Didn't your old lady ever teach you that?"

    I laughed. "That's one thing my mother never taught me."

    "Your erection has gone then, has it mate?"

    "Did you have to bring that up again? Yea, it's gone."

    "There's no need to go out of the room to change on my account then man. Why are you so embarrassed? We're both guys. We've both got a dick. We've both got an arse. You've already seen mine."

    "I have not," I insisted. "I haven't seen your arse."

    "Oh that's right. I forgot," laughed Matt. "You haven't seen my arse. Come on, I'm sure you must have had a peek."

    "I need a leak anyway. Be back in a minute. Drink that beer. You don't want to waste a good brew"

    "So what do you want to do then?," Matt shouted from his chair.

    I had left the bathroom door slightly ajar. I threw my wet underpants into the laundry basket and stood at the toilet. "I don't know," I shouted back. "Put some music on. We'll have a few beers. How does that sound?"

    "Duran Duran? Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand ...," he mocked. He was obviously looking through my music collection. "How about a game of something mate? Do you have any?"

    I stepped into a clean, dry pair of underpants, pulled up my trousers and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I hoped I looked ok. My hair was still damp from the shower. I combed it, but it just made it look stringy. Then I got a towel and ruffled it up. That was better. I had one final look at my reflection, tilting my head at different angles. Then I walked back into the room. "Oh ... I'm good at games," I said, seating myself in the chair opposite.

    "That's what they all say," laughed Matt."What have you got then?"

    "Monopoly, Risk ...."

    "Haven't you got anything a bit more challenging?"

    "What do you mean, a bit more challenging? Haven't you played monopoly? You need a good brain for that."

    "Far too easy. Too easy mate."

    "Too easy? Don't make me laugh. Take it or leave it. I don't have any other games anyway ... except a pack of cards."

    "A pack of cards? Perfect!," he said excitedly. "Go and get them."

    "Cards? You want to play cards?"

    "Yeah, I like cards. Get the cards. The game I have in mind has more skill than anything else you mentioned."

    "If that's what you want Matt." I took a deck of cards from a drawer and threw them at him, still in their box. "Catch. You shuffle. I'll go and get myself a beer." When I returned, I placed my beer on the table, and seated myself in the chair facing Matt. "So, how do you play this game then?"

    "It's called truth or dare mate. You know it?"

    "Truth or dare? Of course, if it's the same one I used to play. I thought it was a kids game. That's not very challenging at all Matt."

    "Man, the way I play it, it is."

    "I bet it is. Away you go then. I'm game. What now? Do we draw cards then do we?"

    "Yep. Draw the lower card, and you're history. Be careful mate. Be very careful. My challenges won't be easy."

    I relaxed back in the chair with the beer can in my hand, taking a couple of mouthfuls as I watched Matt, in a pair of Levi's with a rugby shirt tucked into them, shuffle and place the cards on the coffee table between us. I loved his look. He was mysteriously endearing. I couldn't put my finger on it. All I knew was that he was strangely pleasant to be in the presence of. That goes without saying, considering what happened in the showers. I leant forward, placed the half empty can on the table, and took a card from somewhere near the middle of the deck. I turned it face up on the table in front of me. "Oh no," I said, trying to sound enthusuastic, "a six."

    "Bad luck mate," laughed Matt. He took a card and placed it in his palm, hidden from my view, and he looked at it secretively. "Shit!," he exclaimed, as he threw the card down on the table.

    "What was it?," I asked.

    "A three."

    "Ah ha. Come on then Matt. Truth or dare?"

    "I think I'll have a truth mate. Give me a truth."

    "Um ... ok ... oh ... let me think of something. Oh ... I know ... have you ever stolen anything?"

    "What? Have I ever stolen anything? What kind of a dumbarse question is that? Surely you can come up with something better than that? You're not very good at this game, are you mate? Have I ever stolen anything? Ha," said Matt smiling and shaking his head.

    "Well? Have you ever stolen anything? Are you going to answer it or what?"

    "I'll answer it. Give me time. I'm just trying to remember. Where do I start? My old lady's purse, my old man's wallet, my sister's lunch money, a pair of shoes, a packet of condoms ...."

    "A packet of condoms?"

    ".... apples from the neighbours tree, a rugby ball, a six-pack of beer ... that's about it I think mate, most of it when I was a kid."

    I laughed. "Really? You naughty boy."

    "You'll have to try harder mate. You're too easy. Ok, you shuffle this time."

    I shuffled the cards and placed them in a neat pile on the table. Matt cut the deck and placed his chosen card in the palm of his hand, as he did before. I chose a card and turned it over on the table. It was a ten.

    "Not bad," I said. "What have you got?"

    Matt smiled. He took the card from his palm and put it down next to mine. It was a king. "Do you want a truth or dare then?," he said. "Make sure you choose wisely."

    "If I choose dare, what will it be?"

    "I'm sorry, I can't tell you mate. It's going to be difficult, whatever you choose."

    Looking at his face for signs of a reaction I said, "I'll try a dare then."

    His reaction was another smile. "Are you sure you want a dare. Do you want to change it to truth?"

    "No ... I'll do the dare," I said. I watched Matt's face as his smile broadened. "I should do a truth shouldn't I?"

    "It's up to you mate. Do you want to do a truth then?"

    "No. I'll go with my original choice."

    "So have you made up your mind? It's not as easy as you thought, is it? It's a dare then is it mate? You want to do a dare?," asked Matt.

    "Yep dare. I'll do the dare."

    "Ok mate. Don't say I didn't warn you. I gave you the opportunity to change to a truth. But no. You want a dare. So here is your challenge. Are you ready?"

    "Yes. I'm ready. Go on. Hit me with it"

    Matt sat forward and rested his forearms on his knees. He tilted his head downwards, focusing on the coffee table between us. "Ok, your dare is ...." He hesitated. Then he lifted his eyebrows and looked up and across at me, kind of nervously. "I don't expect you'll do it. Um .... what I want you to do ... mate ... if you want to stay in the game ... is to show me your arse."

    "What? What did you just say?" I don't know why I was so shocked, based on what had gone on earlier.

    "Didn't you hear what I said?," asked Matt, sheepishly.

    "I think I heard you," I said, not wanting to make a fool of myself if I was wrong. "Did you say I had to show you something?"

    "Your arse. The dare is for you to show me your arse. But I can't let you get away with it that easy. There's more to it ... um ... mate ... you also have to let me pull your pants down."

    I looked at Matt's handsome face and swallowed nervously. He looked away, at the television, which wasn't even turned on. There were stirrings in my groin. The tightness there had begun. It wouldn't be long before a bulge would be evident. Luckily I had the extra camouflage of my black long pants this time. "Are you serious?," I asked, already quite sure that he was.

    Matt relaxed back into his chair, and tilted his can of beer to his lips. "That's the dare," he said, between sips. "You need to let me pull down your pants so that I can see your arse."

    "I can't do that Matt. I've never heard of anything so stupid."

    "Well. That's the dare. Sorry, you either do it, or I win the game," he said. "It's really not that hard. All you have to do is stand there while I get in behind you and pull your pants down, only at the back. I'll only see your arse and nothing else. It's a piece of cake man. I thought you said you were good at games?"

    "I am normally, but this just isn't a game. It's more like torture," I said, even though I had a raging erection. It would have been so much easier if I knew he wouldn't either laugh or tell his mates. Perhaps a compromise might be in order. "How about I pull my pants down myself?"

    "Oh, I'm sorry mate, but that is too easy."

    "No it's not," I protested.

    "Yes it is. Anyone can pull their own pants down. It's more challenging if I do it."

    "What about my underpants then?"

    "Your undies? What about them?"

    "Well ... um ... what will happen to them?"

    "I thought that was obvious."

    "If it was obvious, I wouldn't be asking you. The dare mentioned nothing about my underpants. So I don't think they should be part of it."

    "You're splitting hairs mate. When I said I would pull your pants down, surely it's implied that I will pull down your undies as well. The dare said for you to show me your arse. I can't see your arse without pulling your undies down as well as your pants," reasoned Matt.

    "I don't know about that. You seemed to be managing to see it perfectly well through my underpants in the shower. I might consider doing the dare if you changed it a bit. I can't see how showing my arse has anything to do with lowering my underpants. Some people might interpret the dare as simply turning around and looking at my butt through my trousers."

    "That's definitely not the way the dare was meant mate. No way would I make my dares that simple," he said.

    "I'll tell you what. I'll meet you half way. Make it so that you pull down my pants but leave my underpants alone."

    "Well what type of undies do you have on then?"

    "Um ... oh ... I put on another pair of briefs."

    "And what colour are they?"

    "Light blue, but they're quite tight around the ... you know ... the cheeks."

    "It wouldn't be the same mate. The dare was for you to show me your arse. By saying that, it quite clearly implies that your arse should be naked, regardless of how tight your undies are around your arsecheeks. Perhaps if you were wearing a jockstrap or a thong or something, it might pass. But the dare really requires that your arse be naked."

    "How far do my underpants need to be pulled down before my arse is considered naked in your eyes?," I asked.

    "As far as it takes for me to get a good view of your arse mate. It won't be as far as your knees, but it will be further than your arsehole."

    It was only because my erection was speaking that the conversation had got this far. But I felt I had to speak with my head and not my penis. "I'm sorry Matt. I can't do it. I guess that means you win."

    "Are you sure mate?"

    "Yep, I'm sure."

    Matt was far from jubilant. "You said you were good at games, but you're hopeless mate. You're so crazy. Just crazy. This is the easiest game of truth or dare I've ever played."

    I sat up, shuffled my butt forward in the chair, and placed my hands on my knees. "I guess I'll turn the television on then," I said, as I stood. Matt didn't say anything at first. His concentration was somewhere else. I was sure the effect the game had on my anatomy was still evident in the crotch of my trousers, and he was looking straight at it. We paused there for a brief moment, then he looked up at my face.

    "No wait, sit down," he said. "I hate seeing you lose so quickly. Sit down mate. I'll explain. I'm going to change the dare," he announced. "I want to make it easier for you."

    "Really? Why?," I asked.

    "I wouldn't have thought about changing it if you were half way decent at playing the game. I'm just too good for you mate. I like the game to be more challenging for me and not have my opponent quit so early. Because of that, I need to give you a head start. So I've decided to change the dare."

    "Will it be something I can do this time?"

    "I think so mate, but it's still not going to be easy. You shouldn't chicken out so quickly. Do you want to hear what it is?"

    "Ok," I said sceptically. "I'll listen to it anyway."

    "The new dare, mate, is the same as the old one actually. Except ... I have to show you my arse first."

    "Oh really?" It was getting to the stage where nothing Matt said would shock me. "Do you mean that I get to do to you first, everything you were going to do to me?"

    "That's exactly what I mean," he said.

    "Including underpants?"

    "Yes including my undies. I'll let you pull down my undies. But because I've changed the dare to make it easier for you, I've also got to add something else in to increase the difficulty a bit. It's like a trade-off, to make it easier and more difficult both at the same time."

    "I don't follow."

    "Well, you have to admit that showing my arse first, is easier for you than the previous dare. You won't be so embarrassed when it comes to your turn. So, in order to restore some difficulty, I've decided to make it so that when you pull my pants down, you are to reach through with your hand, between my legs, and feel my balls."

    "I thought there would be a catch," I said. "I presume that includes you feeling my balls as well, when it's time for you to look at my arse?"

    "Yes mate. So, will you do it?"

    Matt looked at me eagerly. My underpants were once again struggling to contain my excitement. But now it was different. The thoughts in my mind were beginning to merge with those of my penis. "Before I decide, can you just describe the dare one more time?"

    "Ok mate. Just interrupt if you need clarification on anything. While I'm standing, you get in behind me and pull my jeans and undies down at the back. Lower them as far as you need to so that my whole arse is exposed. I will let you have a good look at it. Then you push your hand between my legs and feel my balls," explained Matt. "And then we swap places."

    "But what about ... you know ... your penis?"

    "There's nothing in the dare that mentions our cocks. There's a chance you might accidentally touch it when you're feeling my balls. I suppose it depends on where it happens to be resting at the time," he explained.

    "You're quite a stickler for the rules, aren't you?"

    "It's best if we get the dare accurate, so we know what is allowed," said Matt.

    "What about ... you know ... your anus then?"

    "What about it?"

    "Our hands are going to come pretty close aren't they? Will there be any touching of that part?"

    "The dare mentioned nothing about our arseholes either mate. Perhaps I should have put something in the dare about spreading legs. That way, you may have got a good view of my arsehole, if that's what you wanted. In any case, you might accidentally see it or brush it when you're feeling my balls. But my arsehole is not specifically part of the dare. There was nothing in the dare that said anything about bending over either. But there is still a chance you may see my arsehole and I yours. Our arses will be completely naked, so we may have no control over it, if it accidentally happens."

    At this point I was starting to get horny enough for some juice to be leaking, although there was no way of knowing, while still completely dressed. Somehow I became aware of Matt's musky aroma. Instead of just handsome, he became unbelievably handsome. Instead of just athletic, he became unbelievably athletic. I had to see his arse. And I wanted him to see mine. I suddenly blurted out "I'll do it!"[/QUOTE]

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    great new chapter. cant wait to see where this goes!

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    I really enjoyed that

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    Oh dear! All this talk of arses, arseholes, balls and penises has me in a titillated state... Actually a little more than titillated, more like aroused and horny. But, you leave us hanging, like Matt's musky aroma, unable to complete our need for.......well you know what. Matt certainly is up to his old tricks and I love it.

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    Thanks Redbomb, Sheep and Craiger for commenting on the story.

    Quote Originally Posted by Craiger View Post
    Oh dear! All this talk of arses, arseholes, balls and penises has me in a titillated state...
    Matt's techniques of seduction are pretty basic aren't they? I think it's the only way he knows.

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    YES!!! Dear LORD I'm in HEAVEN!!

    (Um ... Did I just say that out loud? )

    JAG Mate! Thank You!, THANK YOU!!, THANK YOU!!! As much as I Adored, and Cherished, Dave Mate and Ra, Matt was always my favorite sexy scoundrel! I can not adequately put into words just how Thrilled I am that He's 'back'!

    I'm feeling like a giddy little school guy, and He hasn't even (really) done anything ... yet! I'm thinking of changing my name to "Jeff"!

    Now, as I recall, and Matt has affirmed, this is not the first time Matt has played this game. And, considering how far he got with Dave Mate, before all the guilt set in, since Ra is not a consideration with Me ... uh ... Jeff ... I am more than eagerly awaiting to see just how far Str8 (Yeah, Right!) Matt is going to take it this time!

    Even forgetting (which is Impossible) what you wrote of Matt before, this round you've brought Him to Life so well that I can picture Him, and Smell HIM, sitting right there in front of Me ... uh ... Jeff, with that mischievous grin on his gorgeous face! (< Without the red eyes, of course, but maybe with those Horns!!)

    SO ... How about We play a little game, and see if You can tell whether I want MORE, or not?

    Keep smilin'!! ('Cause I sure am!)
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    Matt IS a Naughty Boy. Be more naughty, Matt, be more naughty.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Kyanimal View Post

    SO ... How about We play a little game, and see if You can tell whether I want MORE, or not?
    Quote Originally Posted by Críostóir View Post
    Matt IS a Naughty Boy. Be more naughty, Matt, be more naughty.
    Lol ... there's something about how the game is developing that tells me one or both of these guys is going to get very, very naughty by the end.

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    Quote Originally Posted by DaveMate View Post
    Lol ... there's something about how the game is developing that tells me one or both of these guys is going to get very, very naughty by the end.
    REALLY?

    Can I subscribe to this story Twice??

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    Update
    I don't know how many followers this story has but I've just spent a couple of enjoyable days on Chapter Four. It's more or less finished. Need to proofread it. Hopefully it will be posted within a couple of days. The synopsis of this new chapter is that Matt is getting very, very naughty.

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    Very, very naughty? I dunno if I can handle that, but I'll try. ;-)

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    The ever delightful Matt getting "Naughty"?

    OOooo! Can't wait!!

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    It's the nature of the beast.......being naughty that is. And, Matt is a master.
    Looking forward to the new chapter.

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    Chapter Four


    Matt straightened his back and sat up. He placed his hands on the armrests of his chair, looking as though he was ready to get up. "Did you say you'll do my dare mate?"

    "Yeah, I hate losing," I said. It was a convenient excuse. It was better to say that than the real reason. That the thought of what Matt had dared me to do had made me so horny that I was incapable of thinking rationally. "It's not as though I haven't seen another guys bum before," I added. I stretched my arms out behind my head and yawned nervously.

    Matt stood, picked up the coffee table, and placed it on it's side, in the gap behind his chair, so that the floor between us was clear. "Yes, but have you ever felt another guys balls mate?," he said. "I warned you that my dares would be challenging, didn't I?"

    I laughed unconvincingly. "Yes, you did warn me." I tried to look concerned for him. "Are you sure you're ok with me feeling your balls?"

    "It's all part of the game. I didn't think you would do it."

    "Well, I hate losing ... oh ... shit ... what was the dare again?," I asked.

    "You are to pull down my pants at the back, have a look at my arse, and then put your hand between my legs and feel my balls," Matt explained. "And then we swap places.

    "Ok ... um .... that's what I thought .... what do we do now then?," I stuttered. I couldn't believe that Matt wasn't at least a little bit nervous. He certainly looked calm and collected on the exterior, as I observed him standing in front of me, his hands casually inserted in his pockets. I wondered whether his hands were placed there for a reason, considering my own state of arousal.

    "You're ready then, are you mate?," said Matt. He turned around so that his backside was facing me. Then he made one step backwards, to within a foot of my chair. He fumbled with his belt, then his hands grabbed the waist of his jeans, at the front, out of my view.

    I sat up on the edge of my chair, Matt's body easily within touching distance, my eyes focused on the seat of his jeans. "Now?," I asked tentatively.

    "Yes now," he said. "There's no time like the present. Pull my pants down. You can have a look at my arse."

    "Have you undone the button?"

    "Yep, and the zip."

    Despite my eagerness to do it, there were still nagging doubts. I sat frozen, just staring at the symmetrical shape formed within his tight fitting pair of well stitched Levis.

    "Mate, are you chickening out?"

    "Oh shit ... no ... not at all," I said. I glanced up to see Matt looking over his shoulder at me.

    "Go on then," he implored. "It's ok. It's just a game. You're allowed. No one's going to know except us. You have to do it, otherwise you lose. You're not going to let me win this easily are you? It will be the easiest game of truth or dare I've ever played. Don't chicken out. I've already changed the dare once."

    "No, I'm going to do it now," I said, while my eyes focused intently on his clothed buttocks. I looked up. Matt's head was turned forwards, no longer watching. This was my chance. I clasped the top of his jeans, just above each of his buttocks, my fingers sandwiched between the waistband of his jeans and the bottom of his rugby shirt, which was tucked into them. "Are you ready?," I announced.

    I could sense frustration in Matt's voice. "Yes, I'm ready," he said. "Go on."

    As I pulled downwards, Matt released his grip at the front slightly. His jeans slid effortlessly over his buttocks to rest around the upper part of his thighs. With little hesitation, I inserted my thumbs inside the elastic of his boxer briefs, and peeled them down, revealing his naked, masculine, well proportioned arse, his shirt hanging loosely, covering about an inch of the top of his crack. It was everything I had anticipated. An urge to touch it overcame me. It was too good an opportunity to pass up. I let go of his underwear and lifted my hand to the top of his right buttock. Then I glided the back of my forefinger down the soft flesh of his cheek, stopping just beside where I knew his hole was hiding.

    "Do you think you're going to play with my arse, do you mate?," said Matt over his shoulder. "You can't do that. There was nothing about arse play mentioned in the dare, otherwise it would have said for you to pull down my pants, feel my balls and play with my arse. But it just mentioned the pants and the balls."

    "Oh ... sorry ... I didn't think you would feel it. I barely touched it."

    "Well, just make sure you stay within the rules. You can only do stuff that's mentioned in the dare," insisted Matt. "I should have put something in about arse play, but I forgot. Sorry. Does it look ok?"

    "What?"

    "My arse. Does it look ok to you?"

    "Oh ... your arse? Yeah, sure. It looks ok. You obviously take pretty good care of it. It's nice and clean. I'm guessing you don't shower with your underpants on," I joked. I had totally underplayed just how good Matt's arse really looked. Ok came nowhere near an apt description. It was better than watching television any day. I still felt kind of guilty though, thinking that Matt might turn around at any minute and punch me in the face for staring at it. But it was his idea. And that was only half of it. "Shall I ... um ... feel your ... you know ... your balls now?," I asked, seeking final confirmation.

    "If you've finished looking at my arse. Yeah, go for it. That's what the dare said," said Matt. "Be careful mate. Don't squeeze them."

    I pulled down further on the back of Matt's jeans and underpants with my left hand. With my right I lifted his shirt so I could get an unimpeded view. He sure did have a gorgeous arse. There was no doubt about that. I looked at the area where I knew his arsehole was. It was hidden like a buried treasure, that only a lucky few will ever find, if anyone at all, marked with tufts of seemingly well groomed black hair, curling out from within, like a cross on a treasure map. I placed the fingers of my right hand exactly at that spot. I wished I could start digging but instead I gave them a wiggle to let Matt know I was coming through. I pushed my hand between his legs, through the warmth, writhing through the tight gap. My head rested, on its side, near Matt's back and I cupped his hairy balls in my hand.

    Matt gasped.

    "Sorry," I said. "I should have warmed my hands up first." I caressed his balls lightly in my hand, teasing them with my thumb. I jiggled them about and then I let them rest snuggly in my loose grasp. I thought I heard Matt sigh, but I wasn't sure. I looked down at my forearm and forced it further upwards into Matt's crack, bisecting both cheeks. With my hand I continued to explore around his balls, hoping to touch his penis, accidentally. It wasn't until I reached further up that I found it's rigid base, the rest of it out of my immediate reach, pointing up towards his belly button, erect. "Oh!," I exclaimed, surprised.

    "What?," asked Matt.

    "Nothing," I said, flustered. I squeezed the base of his cock against his abdomen and then between two fingers. There was an audible sigh. This time I'm sure I wasn't mistaken. As I withdrew my hand, I brushed my fingers against the underside of his scrotum and then out and up over the lips of his crack. It was the best I could do within Matt's strict rules of what was allowed. The first half of the dare was complete.

    While I still had the chance, with Matt still turned the other way, I closed my eyes and smelt his scent on my hand. And then reluctantly, with my erection bursting unabated within my underpants, I clasped Matt's underwear and pulled them up over his buttocks, followed by his jeans, covering the view that had been only too fleeting. While Matt secured them in place, I gave him a playful slap, the type of victory slap I had received from my rugby teammates earlier in the day, on his clothed backside. "There you go," I said.

    "That wasn't as difficult as you thought, was it?," said Matt, pulling and manipulating things at the front of his jeans before re-seating himself. "Did you get a good feel of my balls?"

    "Your balls? Oh ... yeah ... I did. I hope I didn't touch anything else by accident."

    "Not enough to disqualify you." Matt sat up on the edge of his chair eagerly. "Ok mate. It's your turn now. Come over here and I'll have a look at your arse."

    I stood up, stretching my arms above my head and yawning nervously, once again. "Where do you want me to stand then?," I asked.

    "Over here mate," he said, pointing to a spot on the floor in front of him.

    "When you see it, don't laugh, ok?," I said.

    "I won't laugh," said Matt, laughing. He gestured a spinning motion with a hand. "Turn around mate. Let me have a look at this arse of yours."

    "Don't laugh," I repeated, as I turned.

    Matt wasn't wasting any time. He quickly tugged on my pants, which initially didn't budge. "You're going to have to undo your belt and fly Jeff," he advised. "That's it mate, hold the front so that I don't pull them all the way down, relax. Just let me know if you want me to stop at any time. Ok, I'm going to pull them down now."

    As I felt Matt pulling at the back of my pants, I closed my eyes. He did it in one motion, my trousers and underpants together. They came to rest around my thighs, as I struggled to keep myself decent at the front, only the material of my underpants preventing the tip of my erection from popping out. Matt lifted my shirt up to my shoulders and tugged further on my pants, trying to reveal every square inch of bare skin he could muster. I was acutely aware that my back side was now officially naked.

    "You know mate, you really have a nice arse," said Matt. "You shouldn't be so embarrassed by it. It's one of the best arses I've seen."

    I continued to keep my eyes shut through the minute of complete silence that followed. You could hear a pin drop. "How long are you going to look at it?," I asked impatiently.

    "The dare didn't specify a time limit," Matt argued. "We could be here all night if I decide I want to look at it for that long. You have a great arse."

    Another minute passed until my shirt dropped down my back and I suddenly felt the cheeks of my arse being parted around my anus. "Hey!," I protested.

    "Oh sorry, my hands slipped," explained Matt. "It was an accident. I didn't mean to see your arsehole like that. Sorry. I don't know how that happened. I'm going to have to ask you to spread your legs a little bit. I won't be able to get my hand through there."

    "I'll do my best," I replied. "I won't be able to spread them too far with my pants half down like this." In the end, I managed to spread my feet about six inches apart.

    "I'm going to feel your balls now," announced Matt.

    It was then that the pleasant sensation of Matt's fingers on my nether regions began. It started just below my arsehole and slowly moved inwards between my legs. But then progress halted. Matt began to rub on the area underneath, right at the sweet spot between my anus and scrotum, pressing lightly into the flesh, towards my balls and back again, stopping just short of my hole, stimulating my prostate. "Is that ok?," asked Matt quietly.

    The nice feelings Matt's caressing generated hadn't made me lose total sight of the game. I spoke, biting my lip, trying to keep the sensations in check, holding my underpants with one hand over my bursting erection, and my trousers with the other, as Matt continued to rub. "Oh ... but ... that wasn't mentioned in the dare," I said.

    "Yes it was," argued Matt. "The dare said to put my hand through your legs and feel your balls. This part, I'm rubbing now, is part of your ball sac."

    "My scrotum doesn't go all the way to my anus," I said, finding it difficult to concentrate. "You're rubbing my perineum. That has nothing to do with my ball sac."

    "Oh, sorry mate. I didn't know that. Just relax. It feels good, doesn't it?," he whispered, still rubbing, but now deeper and more vigorously.

    "Oh shit .... argh," I moaned. I looked down. There was precum seeping through the material of my underpants, forming a damp patch where the head of my penis was trying to ram it's way through. It was then that I became aware of Matt's fingers on the underside of my scrotum. He massaged there now too, up between my balls and back, to the inner edge of my arsehole. His hand disappeared, but quickly returned, his fingers slippery and slick. He spread his saliva over the area and continued to rub, almost up to my penis now, and back towards my anus again. "Oh fuck," I blurted. Then he engulfed my balls in his hand. As he fumbled around and occasionally applied downward pressure on them, a wave of bliss travelled up my erection, as the skin tightened around it. Then I felt one of his fingers on the underside of my penis, working it's way up the sensitive skin of my erection.

    "Sorry," said Matt, quietly apologising. "I didn't mean to touch your cock like that mate. It was accidental."

    When I looked down I could see Matt's hand fumbling around, stretching my underpants. Instinctively, I lowered the front of my pants a bit to give him more room. The combination of his hand and my erection formed a huge bulge, eventually causing both to pop out the top of my underpants. I watched as he gave a couple of flicks of the loose skin below the head of my cock with a finger, and a drop of precum leaked down onto it. Matt swirled the tip of his lubed finger around the head, spreading the drops of juice over the slippery surface. I closed my eyes, wanting to fully enjoy the sensations, and think about what Matt was doing with my body. He pushed his hand through further and he encircled the base of my erection in his fist, his palm facing my abdomen Then he began to stroke it, up and down, spreading more of the precum over it's length.

    "Does that feel good mate?," he whispered.

    I mumbled something that even I couldn't decipher. Without realising, I began to hump against Matt's hand, moving my hips forward and back, his fist moving up and down my cock. Euphoria was starting to build. Suddenly and disappointingly, I felt his hand withdrawing. There was one final tug on my balls and then his hand continued on, back out through my legs. I wanted to finish myself off, but couldn't see a way of doing so without embarrassing myself. I felt the back of my shirt being lifted to my shoulders, Matt's hand now on my back, keeping it there, and there were some further tugs downwards on my pants. Then there was another minute of complete silence, by which time the immediate urge to shoot my load began to diminish. "Have you finished?," I asked belatedly. There was no answer. Instead, Matt let go of my shirt and pulled up my underpants and my trousers quietly. It was just as well the dare was over. I wasn't too far away from shooting long projectiles of cum all over the floor, and probably Matt's hand. As I refastened my belt, and regathered my composure, I turned to face him, as he remained seated. "Matt," I said quietly.

    "What?"

    "You really should be disqualified from the game for that," I put to him.

    Matt looked down at my crotch, my arousal quite evident in the front of my pants. For some reason, I made no attempt to hide it. "Really? Why?," he asked.

    "You were only supposed to feel my balls," I argued.

    He looked into my eyes now. "I'm sorry mate. Did I touch something by mistake? What did I do wrong?"

    "You felt my ... you know ... my penis," I said.

    "I thought I may have. It was an accident. It was so hard to work out what I was doing. I couldn't see. When I explained the dare to you, I pointed out that we may touch other bits accidentally. So I shouldn't be disqualified for that. Your ball sac is attached to your cock so there was a pretty good chance that I would touch it by mistake, especially when you consider that I was sitting behind you and couldn't see a thing."

    "But you were almost touching my anus too," I complained.

    "There's no way I should be disqualified mate. I thought that bit between your balls and your arsehole was part of your ball sac. I can't help it if I was hopeless at biology at school. Where's the cards?"

    "Down by your chair," I said, lowering myself into the chair opposite him. I knew what Matt was up to. If I hadn't been worked up into such a state of horniness, the game would have ended here.

    Matt picked up the cards and I watched his awesome facial features as he shuffled. Just watching quietly. "Thanks," I said suddenly.

    "Thanks? For what mate?"

    "For not laughing. I thought you were going to laugh at me ... you know ... my backside and stuff," I said. "It was kind of weird having you pull down my pants like that and looking at my bum .. and having you feel my ... you know ..."

    Matt put the cards down on the floor between us. "Man, I wouldn't laugh at your arse. You have a great arse. Your body looks great. You're athletic. That's why you're so good at rugby. You're handsome. You've got brains. You're the complete package. There's no need to be shy. You're a good guy Jeff." Matt looked down at the floor and after a pause he lifted his eyes and eyebrows up at me. "Did you like the stuff we were doing to each other before?," he said sheepishly.

    "Well ... um ... what stuff?"

    "The stuff in the dare that we did to each other. You know. Did you like it?," asked Matt.

    "Oh ... um ..."

    "Don't worry mate. No one will find out. I'll take that as a yes." Matt picked up the cards from the floor, sat back in the chair and began to shuffle them. "Do you want to keep playing?"

    "Yeah ... ok ... why not? I'm good at games. I don't want to lose that easily."

    All of a sudden, Matt looked very enthusiastic. "Good. That's settled then. I've got an idea actually," he said.

    "Oh yeah? What?," I asked, with trepidation.

    "I would like to change the game to make it more exciting."

    "In what way?"

    "Well," Matt explained. "The truth part of it is boring. You asked me whether I had ever stolen anything. Neither of us are interested in that stupid stuff. We should change the game from truth or dare to just dare. What do you reckon mate?"

    "You mean we should just draw cards, but the loser will have no choice but to do a dare?"

    Matt placed the pack of cards on the floor between us. "Yeah. It will be better that way. What do you think?," he asked, one hand in a pocket of his jeans, scratching at whatever was causing the bulge at the front of them.

    "Ok, I'm game," I said. "We'll change it as long as you put those kings you've got hidden under the pillow of your chair back into the deck."

    Matt rearranged his crotch, stood and lifted the pillow, acting surprised at what he found. "Ooops," he said, grinning. "I don't know how they got there."

    I picked up the cards from the floor. "I think you know exactly how they got there Matt. I wasn't born yesterday." I said. Matt, still grinning, handed me the kings, which I placed back in the deck, and I shuffled. Then I placed the cards back on the floor. We sat opposite each other, elbows on knees, looking down at the floor expectantly, in a mini huddle. I cut the deck. Matt took a card and turned it face up on the floor. It was a nine. I took the next card in the deck and placed it beside his.

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    Naughty he is! And I'm hornier than a two peckered owl

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    Ooooh! I could just feel the warmth and inhale the scent as Jeff inserted his hand through Matt's legs. But the best part was feeling the rigid base and knowing it was as hard as I am right now....................JAG, you are the best. There will be no sleep allowed until the next chapter is finished and published for our perusal. I can hardly wait.

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    damn man, great chapter!
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    Matt's hands slipped. Yeah right!
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    JaG, mate,
    I'm so glad Ra's BF, DaveMate, and his sexy sexy arse decided to put pen to e-paper!

    I've started to read your chapters a few times, but was too tired to work my wal all the way through, in addition to other goings on.

    What a great way to segue from HBB's Birthday and into mine, than reading a wee bit of your prurient fun.

    I think DaveMate should show me HIS sexy sexy arse as a birthday present, don't you?

    Just post a FULL reveal pic - either here, or in that other thread that you and Autolycus are fond of updating, and point me in the right direction.

    Oh, Great, lusty tale, by the way.

    And that horned toad, Matt, is as lovable and sexy as ever.
    Jeff's not bad, either.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    Quote Originally Posted by DonQuixote View Post

    What a great way to segue from HBB's Birthday and into mine, than reading a wee bit of your prurient fun.

    I think DaveMate should show me HIS sexy sexy arse as a birthday present, don't you?
    Happy Birthday DonQ.

    You may have to imagine what DaveMate's arse looks like. He doesn't shower with his undies on, so it's clean.

    Instead, here's another guy's arse for you :
    http://www.justusboys.com/forum/atta...1&d=1311344528

    I haven't started on a new chapter of this story yet.

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    Thanks, "DaveMate", JaG, too!


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    The good and the bad news :

    Good News

    In a few minutes I will be posting Chapter 5 of this story. Of the 5 chapters I have written, this has made me the horniest when typing in, and again on reading back. Whether that says more about me than anything else, I don't know.

    Bad News

    I'm one of those writers who shrives on feedback. So, if you like what I've written so far, leave a comment, it might encourage me to write more and bring this story to it's twisted ending.

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    Chapter Five

    "You cheated!" I had just turned my card over. It was a lousy three, and Matt had drawn a nine. And that wasn't the worst of it. Matt was laughing.

    "Mate, I didn't cheat. Come on," he laughed. "How could I cheat?"

    "Oh ... I don't know. It wouldn't be the first time." I picked up the two upturned cards from the floor and, as I stood, I hurled them one by one across the room like frisbees. Strangely, my erection had barely shrunk, if at all. It can't have. I caught Matt gazing at it in the front of my pants. Instinctively, I put my hands in my pockets, hoping to make it less prominent. Matt smiled but then looked down at the floor sheepishly. That was out of character. He would normally have made some remark. It was probably because I wasn't the only one sporting a massive bulge.

    "Damn," I cursed, as I paced to the left, and back to the right. Matt mimicked the same movement with his head as his eyes followed me. I momentarily squeezed my engorged penis with one of my hands through the silky material of my pocket. I don't know why. That was never going to help. I stopped, took one hand out of my pocket and placed it on my chin. "What is it then?," I asked.

    "Eh?," said Matt, looking genuinely puzzled, as if he had just awoken.

    "The dare. What do you want me to do? We're still playing aren't we?"

    "Oh yeah, of course, we're still playing mate. I don't know for how much longer though ..." Matt glanced down at my crotch "... considering what I have in mind." He smiled cheekily.

    I couldn't help but smile back, as much as I didn't want to, such was his attractiveness. "Charming!," I said. It was said in a sarcastic way, but I meant it. Matt was charming. Sexually at least. And that counts for a lot.

    "Well I did warn you," he explained. "I'm good at this game. My dares were never going to be easy, even if I'm playing against someone who's as hopeless at it as you mate. I did tell you, I've never lost at this game, didn't I?"

    "I do believe you mentioned it." I sat back in the chair facing him, discreetly adjusting my pants to loosen the squeeze on my balls caused by my bursting erection. "You mentioned it several times, in fact. But you haven't won yet. What's that saying? Don't count your chickens?"

    "Man, it's only because of my kindness that you're still in the game."

    "Kindness? That's a laugh. I doubt that I can expect much of that in this dare of yours."

    "Are you ready for it then, are you mate? Are you ready for me to tell you the dare?"

    "No, not really. I'm not sure I'll ever be ready, if the last dare is anything to go by. I'm going to have to face it sooner or later though. It may as well be sooner."

    "Ok then mate," he said, shifting forward on his chair, looking keen. "I will tell you the dare. The dare is ..." We were both uncertain of where to look. It was a dare that was going to involve nudity. That was plain. "... what you have to do is ... if you want to stay in the game ... and if you don't do it, I win ... you realise that, don't you ... is ..." He glanced down at my crotch again briefly. "Are you ready?"

    "Yes, yes. I'm ready."

    "Ok mate. Just checking. What you have to do is ... it's just part of the game, that's all ... because I have to make the challenges difficult ... so that I will win ..."

    "Come on then. Hurry up. Tell me," I said impatiently.

    "Ok. Here is your dare then ... hang on, let me get this right." Now he looked down at the area of my crotch again, but this time he continued to do so as he spoke. Then he said it suddenly and quickly. "You have to let me take your pants off and let me touch it."

    "What? Touch it?," I asked, probably sounding more confused than I actually was.

    "Yeah mate. Touch it," he said, nodding in the direction of my genitalia. "You know."

    "Touch what?," I asked, with a false giggle.

    "You know. Touch IT. Your cock mate. Your dick. Your penis. You have to let me take your pants off and touch your cock."

    I laughed nervously. "You mean through the material?"

    "What material?," he asked.

    "Of my underpants. You're going to touch it through the material of my underpants?"

    "Oh, sorry mate. I thought it was obvious what I meant. You're so crazy. When I said that you have to let me take your pants off, what I meant by pants was your pants and undies. You surely didn't think that I would make the dare so easy that I would let you keep your undies on? Man, you're crazy. You're always wanting to keep your undies on. Your undies have to be off. Your bottom half has to be nude man. Naked. Everything below the waist off. And by 'off' I mean right off. Not just down to your ankles. You will have to step out of your pants and undies and I will pick them up off the floor and throw them over there, onto the bed."

    I leant forward and put my head in my hands, covering my eyes. Fuck, this guy wants to see everything. My arse, my cock, my balls. If it was ever possible to be so sexually aroused and so full of dread at the same time, this was it. I lifted my head and looked back at Matt's handsome face. "Matt," I said quietly.

    "What mate?"

    "Um ... it's kind of embarrassing. Shit ... it's just that ... well ... I've got an erection."

    "I know," he laughed.

    "And you still want to see it?"

    "Hard or soft, it doesn't matter. You'll have to let me touch it either way, and not just through your undies. That's what the dare says. It makes the dare more difficult for you if you're hard, I admit. Seeing as how you seem quite private. You might be embarrassed, but I won't be. So don't worry about it. I've seen plenty of cocks in my time." he explained.

    "Really? So let me get this straight then. I have to stand right there in front of you?"

    "That's right Jeff mate. That's the gist of it. I'll sit here and you stand there." He pointed to a spot on the floor in front of him. "I'll undo your belt and fly and pull your pants down, then your undies. You step out of them. I'll pick them up and throw them on the bed. Then I'll touch it. Your cock."

    "I take it you know where my penis starts and finishes then, unlike the first dare," I said with a nervous laugh. "I mean to say, my anus is not part of my penis. You know that don't you?"

    "Mate, I'm not that thick. I can't touch your anus. I could have made the dare so that you had to bend over and let me play with your arsehole, which wouldn't have been a bad idea, in hindsight, but I didn't. So unless I touch it accidentally, which seems unlikely because you'll be facing me, that won't be happening."

    "Aaargh, you'll see everything."

    "So, I gather from that remark that you're not going to do it then?"

    "No, I never said that."

    "So you will then?"

    "I might ... and you won't laugh?"

    "Laugh? At what?"

    "At ... you know ... my body."

    "I promise I won't laugh. I didn't laugh at your arse when you showed me that, did I?"

    "But what do you mean exactly by 'touch it'?"

    "Listen mate. You have to make up your mind. Are you going to do it, or do I win?"

    "By touch it, do you mean like ... you know, wank it?"

    "You're not going to do it are you? You're hopeless man." Matt picked up the remaining cards from the floor and stood. It was clear that he was every bit as excited as I was. I only had to be looking straight ahead, as he stood speaking while I remained seated, to see that. His bulge was unavoidable. "I win!" he announced. "Shall I put these cards back in the drawer then?"

    I placed my hands on the armrests of the chair, positioning myself to stand. I stopped halfway up and flopped back down into the chair. "Matt ... there's something else I need to tell you."

    "What mate?"

    I looked across at Matt's bulge, over his athletic frame and then up to his attractive face. "Oh fuck .... well ... it's just that ... I thought I'd better warn you ... there might be ... I mean I might have some ... you know ... some juice ... you know ... on the end ... coming out of the tip ... oh shit ... you know ... some semen ... it happens easily with me ... sorry ... I thought you should know ... before you pull my pants down ... and see it."

    "So, you're going to do the dare then," Matt said enthusiastically, before reseating himself. He glanced at my crotch yet again. "Don't worry about it. I get that precum stuff too."

    I stood slowly, Matt watching me all the way. "There?," I asked, pointing roughly to the spot Matt had indicated earlier, to which he nodded. I stepped forward.

    Matt sat up, placed his hands on my hips, and guided me about six inches closer. Before my feet barely had time to settle on the spot, Matt reached for my belt buckle and began to unravel it."

    "Now?," I asked, half protesting.

    "Eh?"

    "Are you going to take my pants off now? Already?"

    "Crazy man. You're so crazy. You haven't changed your mind again?" Matt didn't wait for an answer. He looked up at me mischievously and continued to undo my belt. I felt two tugs on my waist and before I knew it my belt was hurtling through the air before landing on the bed. Then he got the zipper and unzipped, all the way down. My erection had room at last. It pushed out some of the material at the front of my underpants through my fly. Now my dignity was hanging by a thread. A button, to be more precise. But not for long. Matt undid it and when he let go, my pants fell to my thighs. I looked down. All I could think about was how clearly Matt could see the outline of my erect penis through the stretched material of my briefs. I was right. The slick, damp patch at the front was still there, right where the slit was. Matt stared from half a foot away as he gave my pants one extra push. They fell to the ground unimpeded, coming to rest around my ankles.

    "Oh fuck! Don't laugh. Shit ... sorry."

    Matt didn't laugh. He didn't even smile. He didn't say anything either. He didn't even mention the precum, which surprised me. Instead he grabbed the elastic waistband of my underpants at each hip and began to pull downwards. My erection was a major obstacle. That's why my underpants came down at the back first, down below my arsecheeks. As he adjusted his grip and tugged more at the front, my penis was pulled downward and forward. It stood uncomfortably out from my body at ninety degrees before Matt released it by dragging the material over my glans. My penis suddenly sprung back against my abdomen, causing an almighty thud.

    "Mate ... that's big," said Matt, looking up at me with one of his trademark grins. When I felt him tapping my ankles, I stepped out of the leg holes of my pants. Matt gathered my discarded clothing from the floor and chucked them on the bed.

    "Oh fuck," I repeated, closing my eyes. "Let me know when you've finished." That idea didn't last long. Once I felt Matt's fingers on my cock, I had to open my eyes. I found him holding my penis, as if he was holding a paper dart, between his thumb and forefinger. When he pulled the loose skin upwards, a small drop of precum returned to the opening. He repeated this half a dozen times, almost as though he was practicing, until a clear drop dribbled down onto his thumb. Then he placed a finger of his other hand right at the slit and spread what liquid there was there over the swollen head of my cock, giving it a silky sheen. I could tell that my arousal was on the upswing. My arsecrack was beginning to sweat and I could sense an animalistic, masculine, sexual scent in the air. I looked down at Matt on the chair, and began to fantasize about what I would do with him. I was utterly turned on by what was happening.

    Matt appeared to be in a world of his own too. He slid his backside off the chair and fell to the floor on his knees. He took my cock in his fist, holding it upright, and he began to stroke it slowly, viewing it from close range. Further drops of precum oozed onto his fingers, acting as a lubricant. He stopped stroking but kept a grip around the base, pulling my cock outwards and downwards, against its natural inclination. Then he moved his head forward and placed his tongue at the inverted v-shaped part of the underside of my glans. He licked upwards over the slit, taking a drop of precum into his mouth.

    "Hey!," I protested.

    Matt looked up at me with a look of total innocence. "What?"

    "Oh shit ... nothing." For the sake of the game, whether this counted as 'touching' I wasn't sure. I really had no desire to seek a ruling on it.

    He returned with his tongue, this time more confidently. He came at my penis with slightly more force. A small puddle of the silky liquid was noticeable on the tip of his tongue as he withdrew it back into his mouth and swallowed. "Mmmm," he mumbled. He gave my cockhead a light kiss. His lips barely touched the surface, but still enough for a string of precum to form and collapse onto his chin as his mouth retreated. He poked his tongue out and, with one swoop of his chin, lured the spillage into his mouth. As he came forward once again, he parted his lips and wrapped them around my swollen glans. He siphoned more of my juice into his mouth, pumping my cock with his hand. Then he moved even closer and placed his hands on my hips. There's nothing better than seeing your cock disappear into another guys slippery orifice, and this was no exception. Matt's lips had begun to engulf my seven and a half inch shaft, and he wasn't stopping. My cock slid effortlessly over Matt's tongue, hitting the back of his throat. His nose nestled into my pubes, his chin rested against my balls. It was almost perfect synergy. Then he withdrew as slowly, yet deliberately, as he had entered. He swirled his tongue around the head of my cock as it began it's exit. When it reached his lips, and before the pleasurable feelings in my groin had a chance to abate, he swallowed my cock once again, only this time with more purpose. He pursed his lips closer together, increasing the pressure around my cock, and the pleasure.

    I really wasn't expecting Matt to take on this task with quite so much relish, or indeed expertise. It was obvious that he knew how to please a man. I knew he was enjoying it too. It wasn't long before he was massaging his own cock through his pants, while he knelt before me and his mouth saw to mine.

    He had quite a rhythm going now. So much so that my balls bounced off his chin and the tip of my cock hit the back of his throat simultaneously. His saliva formed a smooth slick over my erection and also accumulated around my pubes. Some of it trickled down my scrotum and over my balls. I began to sweat profusely. My balls tightened. And I needed to plant my seed ... badly. Matt's mouth seemed like the perfect place in which to do it and Matt's mouth seemed only too pleased for that to happen. I placed my hands on his head, needing something to hold on to as I thrust my hips, Matt's head now motionless while I did all the work and parted his eager lips with my cock.

    "Fuck, this is amazing," I shouted. Matt tilted his head a bit and looked up at me, just as my cock disappeared into his mouth once again. "Oh yeah ... fuck ... fuck yeah. Take my cock. Suck my dick."

    Seeing him look up at me tipped me over the edge. The orgasmic feelings were building to a crescendo. I wanted it to be a huge load. I was sure it would be. I thrust one more time. My muscles stiffened. I arched my back. My prostate and anus contracted in unison. A state of euphoria racked my body. Matt grabbed my arsecheeks, pulling me closer and my cock deeper. Shots of cum fired into Matt's mouth. He didn't flinch.

    I withdrew, still in orgasm, depositing an ejaculate of semen onto his tongue on the way out. "Shoot some of it on my face," Matt pleaded, with his eyes closed. But it was too late. I already had, in forceful projectiles. Once onto his forehead, and another one over the bridge of his nose and a cheek. As more cum came out, in more of a dribble, I wiped it over his other cheek with the head of my cock. Matt opened his eyes and put my cum smeared dick in his mouth once again, sucking out what was left. Then he took it in his hand and peered up at me. He looked magnificent. His face was smeared with my cum. Some of it from his nose trickled down over his upper lip and into his mouth. Globules gathered on his eyebrows. There were sticky strings of it in his hair. His mouth foamed with a mixture of cum and saliva, seeping out the sides and dribbling down his chin. It was really messy. Matt licked his lips seductively, taking more of it into his mouth.

    "What does it taste like?" I asked.

    In response, he produced the biggest grin I had ever seen, even by his standards, and it didn't waver, even as he answered. "Salty!"

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    I think DaveMate meant thrives not shrives 2 posts back.

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    And ... I loved the last chapter. It made me cum Quite a lot. Made a bit of a mess of the keyboard.

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    This is DAMNED hot!!! I hope they move on to anal in the next chapter!

    Quote Originally Posted by justaguy View Post
    I think DaveMate meant thrives not shrives 2 posts back.
    Oh, I dunno. Maybe when you give him feedback he immediately goes to confession!

    Oh, wait, no, probably not.
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    EEEEEEEE!! More of MATT!!!

    Just WHO is writing this again? Dave Mate? JAG Mate??

    Whoever it may be, PLEASE keep it UP!!

    You've just "Made" my Month!! THANK YOU!!!

    Keep smilin'!!
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    Re: Matt plays a game ... he's a very naughty boy. :)

    Sometimes you feel like nutting, sometimes you don't.

    Who am I kidding? We ALWAYS feel like nutting!!!!

    Dave, Mate, you're doing just fine.
    Yessiree sir, just fine getting our nuts, indeed.


    Matt can come service me, anytime.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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