CHAPTER 1
Matthew Makepeace laid his final brick of the day and, in his usual meticulous fashion, pointed off the excess mortar from the course he had just finished. When Matthew had finished a piece of work, there was never any need to go back and point the joints as he always left everything perfect.
Matthew was, as you must now have gathered, a brick- layer, but he was not your average workman. No; Matthew took great pride in his work, so much so that at the age of only 21, he was now the overseer of two older men, both bricklayers, who worked for fulltime for a local jobbing builder, Burgess and Sons. Burgess, who had been around since the start of the century, was a well established family business with a good reputation to uphold. And so it was that Mr. George Burgess, the grandson (or perhaps the great grandson) of the founder and present owner of the firm, had been delighted to find someone as capable and dedicated to his work as was Matthew.
We meet Matthew for the first time one Friday evening about five o'clock just at the work-day is ending. It is mid-June and the weather is magnificent and Matthew, like so many outdoor workers in the building trade has been working all day stripped to the waist. Matthew enjoys working stripped as he is, in his spare time, a dedicated amateur bodybuilder and for a young man of twenty-one, has a magnificent physique of which he is justifiably proud. Matthew wears a gold stud in his left ear and has had his nipples, which sit on a magnificent chest of well defined pectoral muscles, pierced and each fitted with a small gold ring. All in all, Matthew is what one might call 'picture book perfect'. In word he is a magnificent looking young stud.
Girls look at him and think he is a gorgeous hunk, which truly is, and wonder what it would be like to get closer to him, which is a euphemism for getting into his pants. Alas, they are wasting their time for Matthew is gay: from the tips of his fingers to the tips of his toes he has eyes only for other men. And it has to be said that men of similar inclination have eyes for him too, for he is a truly gorgeous young man whose undoubted charms any other gay would love to sample.
But we need to look more closely into Matthew's other physical attractions, in particular those which attract the eye of other gay men. Matthew, stripped to the waist displays a torsobordering on perfection. And as he is somewhat particular about his dress, he even work clothes which he wears make the very best of his nether regions. And so, when he is on the site and bending down to lay a brick or pick up mortar on his trowel, any observer, and there are in fact lots of them, find their eye drawn to a beautifully rounded pair of buttocks, which have an incredible come hither look about them: they could not be more attractive to another gay were they to be emblazoned with the message "Come fuck me".
But even more important than his butt, is what Matthew packs between his legs. Coyly referred to as a man's endowment, even by overtly gay men's physique magazines, the word actually refers to a guy's sexual equipment. Now as we all know, a man's penis and balls are, with his arse, the items of anatomy which are of the greatest interest to potential partners, male or female. But so very often men's magazines, when giving a guy's key features affix a number under the heading ,endowment. This number, 6,7, 8 or even in some cases 10 or 12, is the guy's cock length measured in inches But to leave this most important item of a guy's equipment at that, defined by a simple number, is a travesty. In fact, a man's endowment needs a much more thorough description than a bald statement of its length. After all, a guy could have a nine inch cock, but something that it would be more suitable for use as a pipe cleaner than for it intended purpose. I exaggerate a little as I am sure you appreciate, but you you get the point.
And so, we have seen what a magnificent physique Matthew displays to all and sundry when, weather permitting, he strips off at work, but what about his "endowment"? well, the astute observer, and there are many, looking at Matthew's trousers would see that, cut as they are to make the most of what he has, clearly hide a very considerable package of sexual potency from the public eye. In short, his "endowment" really fills out his pants very well and leaves observers wondering what it all looks like in the flesh: a very tantalising prospect indeed. But as the reader has no means of satisfying his curiosity let me give some details of Matthew's sexual tools.
Matthew is as well equipped between his legs as is his body with muscles. He has an eight inch cock (soft length of course) which has a diameter of some two inches. So, he is in the happy position of having a really well proportioned fuck-stick capable of satisfying the most demanding of partners. He is, like most young Englishmen of his generation, uncut and his foreskin covers, almost like a condom, what is a magnificently proportioned cock head, set off from the shaft by a good, well defined rim. His foreskin is really somewhat tight and leaves the very tip of his cock peeping through.
But Matthew is exceptionally lucky in that he has a penis, that even when soft, does not just hang there between his legs like a child's semi-deflated sausage balloon, but leaves his pelvis more or less horizontally, before falling a in graceful curve onto his balls In a word, our Matthew has a very attractive looking cock. One slight imperfection, if it can be considered as such, is that his balls hang just a little too low. But when he is poised for action, which he often is, his erect cock is ramrod straight, culminating in that splendidly defined head and held proudly at 45 degrees to his well muscled stomach. In short, Matthew ready to fuck butt is a sight to behold and, more often than not, renders the beholder green with envy.
When aroused and ready for action, Matthew sports a rock-hard erection some ten inches long, but depending on how aroused and horny he feels when action promises, it can become considerably longer. Matthew is very aware that he brings his exceptional "endowment" to any occasion and so, in order to render himself as attractive as possible when he is stripped totally naked, he patronises a gay barber who carefully shaves away all pubic hair and all hair from his backside. No wonder then, when seen for the first time in all its rock hard glory, Matthew's credentials lead to raised eyebrows and gasps of admiration. In a word, Matthew naked is an absolute stunner and he knows it.
CHAPTER 2
But what else do we know about know about this stunning young stud? Well, Matthew Makepeace is an orphan. He was one of those unfortunate babies one occasionally reads about, who was dumped in a carrier bag on the doorstep of an orphanage. Yes, that's right: he was literally left, newly born on the doorstep. He was quickly fostered out to an elderly couple, the Makepeace's, who were professional foster parents. And it was they who gave the baby his name, Matthew Makepeace, and arranged with the social worker and the courts for it to be officially registered and a birth certificate issued. His exact date of birth remains unknown, so Matthew is possibly five or six weeks older than the date on the birth certificate.
The Makepeaces, who had no children of their own, usually fostered four children simultaneously, but at the time they acquired Matthew, they were without any other children so that Matthew had their undivided attention. But fate intervened by the time Matthew was just over a year old, when both the Makepeaces were killed in a car accident. Matthew, who was still their only charge, was handed over to another foster family, never having known the people who had given him their name. And thus began Matthew's peripatetic existence, which continued until he came of age at eighteen. He was shunted from one family to another. It was never clear why he was not adopted or for that matter why he did not finish up in an orphanage. So his entire life between birth and eighteen had been with a series of no less than six different foster parents.
When Matthew was thirteen, he was settled with another family which fleshed out its income by fostering children professionally. The Simpsons, for that was their name, were a totally unattractive couple and did the minimum to make their foster children feel at home. True, they provided Matthew with clothes, food, a bed and a roof over his head, but that was the sum total of the lot. It all sounds a bit Dickensian to say that this was happened at the beginning of the twenty-first century, but the fact of the matter was that that was the way it was!
Age fifteen, Matthew left the local comprehensive school, the fourth different school he had attended due to his fostering shuffle and his foster parents pushed him immediately into a job with a local builder, Burgess and Sons, where, for the first time in his life Matthew felt comfortable. His small wage as an apprentice was, for the most part, taken from him by the Simpsons, for once he started working, the council maintenance payments diminished, even though as a minor he was still in their care until the age of eighteen.
His foster father, a heavy set, bull of a man who bordered on being a perpetual drunk, caught Matthew jerking off in his bedroom as most lads do. Matthew was fifteen at the time. Mr. Simpson went and fetched a heavy leather belt which he used from time to time on the foster children and thrashed poor Matthew's arse to pulp. And that was the beginning of four years of hell for Matthew, as he was regularly upbraided and referred to as a pervert by his foster father, who liked nothing better than to use Matthew's arse for target practice.
It was during these last few years with the Simpsons, that Matthew gradually realised that he was not the same as most of the boys at school, with their never ending talk of girls and what they would like to do to them if they ever got the chance. He realised that he was not interested at all in girls but found himself attracted to other boys and young men. It was a gradual dawning that he himself was homosexual although it was not until several years later, when he was eighteen and had been three years with Burgess and Sons, that he actually had his first physical experience with another man. Had Matthew had the benefit of a public school education, he would almost certainly not have remained an anal virgin until he was eighteen. But boys at local day schools had much less opportunity to express their sexual feelings for one of their own sex than did their public school homologues.
George Burgess, the elderly owner of George Burgess and Sons, took a liking to his apprentice, Matthew. He and Matthew became good friends; as good friends as elderly employer and a young employee could ever be. And so it was that George became a sort of father confessor to young Matthew. Matthew told him that he thought that he was gay, which George just accepted as a fact: "So what," he commented, "I'm not employing you because of your sexual orientation but as an apprentice bricklayer and builder. So what you do in your own time is your affair" But, in fact, George had a real soft spot for his young employee, whom he sensed was somewhat lonely, possibly because of his undeclared sexuality. And so over a period of time he managed to tease out from the boy the details of his somewhat unsettled life and the unhappiness he had found with his present foster parents, the Simpsons.
