"I'm here now. That's what matters."
"We're here now," Rob said, putting the car in park.
I had the time of my life letting Matt's tailor play with me. He bought me a sexy suit reminiscent of equestrian wear. Then Rob drove us back to Matt's house on the gated side of town.
The neighborhood had my jaw in my lap. I'd been on the rich side of town before but not this high into the hills. His house looked like a fancy hotel or a science institute. Rob and Matt stripped as soon as they were inside. I followed suit.
You know what they say about people who shouldn't throw stones, right? Well these guys actually lived in a glass house. Though 'house' seems too modest a word for the place. The greenhouse effect was something serious but their air conditioning purred like a Northstar engine. Its abundance of windows showed a beautiful view of the entire city. Their home had huge murals in every room. The one in the foyer was a blown up hyper realistic painting of their wedding vows.
I thought it was moving. A bit excessive too. But moving.
"So Southern Decadence?" I said. They each had an arm around me and were carrying one of my bags.
"Can you go with us tomorrow? We want to get settled in the city a day early," replied Matt.
"I don't know man. I need to at least say hi to my family."
"I can pick you up when you're ready," Rob offered.
I asked about a few of our friends who I expected would go. We placed bets on who would show. We played video games for a while on a massive TV until my sister called. I left the boys and called myself a car over to see her and the parents, but promised the guys I'd be back for dinner to meet Matthew.
Family time went fine. I even stirred up a political argument so they wouldn't miss me while I snuck off for a few days. (Works every time). I even took Matt's advice to mention the vague possibility of a job interview in another city.
Rob picked me up for dinner, driving his own car this time. The whole time he had a smug look on his face but wouldn't say why.
Matthew sounded like a posh lumberjack. When he welcomed me into his home, I thought I might be dreaming. The entire foyer had been redecorated in the few hours I was gone. Everything was either candle lit or illuminated by LED faux fire. He handed me a bottle of wine with goldleaf wrapping around the top. Its label said it was a special edition vintage bottle for the occasion of their wedding.
"We saved this one for you," he said, wide faced grinning. "Babes insisted."
"Dinner's served!" Matt yelled, waving as he strutted into the room wearing a Nasty Pig jockstrap and harness under a transparent rubber apron. His cock and balls were fully visible through the apron and the package lifting mesh underwear.
I slackjawed. "Which one of you is dinner?"
They all laughed but I was serious. One look at this beefcake was enough to make me a very thirsty dog but seeing my boy Matt stroll in dressed like a Castro clone trophy husband had me feeling like a slut in a bathhouse. Seeing how far he had come from "I think I might be gay" to homo hotwife made me feel both proud and aroused.
As we sat through a painstakingly horny dinner, I got to know a bit about Matthew. We seemed to get along pretty well. The chemistry was definitely there.
Dinner was conspicuously light-- a melodramatic homemaking bottom's way of flirting.
"Shall we wrestle before the next course?" asked Matthew, wiping his mouth. He stood and offered me a hand up.
The man was taller than Matt. Matt's demeanor had always made him seem like a huge, submissive dude. And he was one. Matthew's confident, masculine swag had undeniable dom energy. But as he was towering over me, hand outstretched, muscles bulging through a sexy button down shirt, arm hair showing at the cuffs and chest hair showing where his top button was undone, something told me he was a switch. I gave him my hand, and felt how strong he was.
"Yeah, we can wrestle. Winner gets--"
"--to breed the loser," he said, taking off his shirt.
The cheeky bastard then threw the fight right when it was getting good. He took off his pants, revealing that he had been wearing a buttplug and jockstrap underneath.
Matt didn't even offer up his mouth to one of us. He just sat there with his mouth open, panting, eyes dazed like stoner bator, watching us. I didn't waste any time getting his cock down my throat. I made a good first impression with my mouth while teasing the plug out of him.
Robbie was a true bro and had the lube ready to go for my outstretched hand. I slipped three fingers in Matthew easily. Four went in just as nice. His deep voice rumbled into a low whimper as I started to fuck him with my hand.
It felt so good I started giggling. Rob clapped me on the back and started jerking me. I got my whole fist inside Matthew while he was on all fours. His mouth was as obscene as Matt's. The two of them together was like a seedy porn.
"Punch my fucking prostate!" said Matthew, biting his bottom lip, pushing back on my forearm.
I did. Honestly I was impressed. He started to take two hands but I decided to stick my dick in him first.
I took my hand out of him, wrapped it around my cock, and stuck it back into him.
"This is incredible," I moaned.
"He takes it like a man every time," Matt said, furiously jacking off.
"I want you to breed my fucking guts, man. I want you to use my hole til I pass out," moaned Matthew, fucking himself on my hand and cock.
I stroked myself inside him which feels fucking amazing. If you haven't tried it, you really should. With my other hand, I milked his cock. At first I was edging him but then I started making him cum with his ass stretched. Matt wasn't wrong. He took it really well.
"Fuck yeah use my fucking hole. Make me your fucking pussy boy, Zeke. Just fucking use me," he said, among many other less tasteful things.
I took my hand out of him and put him on his side, crossing his legs. Then I slid behind him, put my hand on his hip, and entered him. You see, Matthew is a power bottom. He's a true versatile sex god which means I can fuck him as hard as I want and he won't get injured. Why? Because he practices often and he practices well.
He begged me not to hold anything back, so I didn't. I bit into his shoulder, pulled him close to me, and used him like a sleeve. The harder I fucked him, he louder he got. The harder I bit and scratched him, the harder he begged me to fuck him. I went so hard I got a charliehorse and he decided he best way to fix it was to ride me. So I laid back and just let him bounce on my dick. Sure enough, all I could think about was how good his hole felt, how sexy his was body was, and how hard it was getting not to cum. I wanted it to last forever though. He knew exactly what he was doing moving up and down on me, rubbing his dribbling cum onto my chest. He was slamming me, grunting, gritting his teeth, putting his whole strength into it. My balls started pulsing. I started to feel like I was going to give into the nut.
"You ready to eat your bull's cum out of me, babe?" he asked Matt.
"Yes, sir!" he said, leaping up.
"You gonna cum dude?" Rob asked.
"Yeah man," I strained.
I grabbed Matthew and put him on his back, legs on my shoulders, and gave him my load. I could help but yell as one of the hottest loads of my life blew out of me. Matt and Matthew started kissing while I was churning the load into him. Then Matt impatiently began licking the cum off of my cock and his husband's hole while I was still inside his man. He slurped it off of my ballsack and stuck his tongue into Matthew alongside my cock. Again, got to recommend it.
"Mmm, he made you so cummy!"Matt exclaimed.
I pulled out so he could properly eat him out and pulled Robbie on top of me.
"Do I have to wrestle you?" I asked him.
"Nope!"
He grabbed the lube and slid into me. Now, I'm not as good at taking cock as Matthew but I'm pretty good at it. When it comes to fucking Robbie, I can edge him with my ass for hours. The married couple sucked me off and rimmed us both. He blew in me. Matt and Matthew kept blowing and rimming us both while Robbie and I caught up on town gossip.
All in all it was a good night. Matthew and I hit it off. Matt got his cuckold fetish massaged. Thus I became the favorite bull of Matt's second marriage. (Robbie remained the favorite OnlyFans costar). The next day after handling some business I decided to join them for the big party. I'm glad I went too because I got to meet a bunch of closeted gay guys. Where there's one of those, there's an unsatisfied wife. And there I shall be in the midst. Matt got to watch me tag team his man with Robbie and a bunch of bear types. I even got that job interview I'd thought I was lying about.
Maybe I'll write about that too.
