Two weeks had gone by and Dorothy managed to get Matthew a job at her firm. It was a part time job. He did errands for the people around the firm, such as coffee orders, food orders, deliveries, etc. It was meant for him to get some experience in. I was really glad that Dorothy was supporting her son this much. It wasn't that long ago that the two weren't talking to each other. But now we are here, she has accepted him and because of it, they've become more open with each other. She really enjoyed Matthew being with me and even told me that I was a good influence on him.
As for my parents, I introduced them to Matthew. Both of them fell in love with him. Especially my mother who loved the fact that Matthew enjoyed her cooking. She even began teaching Matthew how to garden. My dad liked Matthew as well.
It seemed that life was going great for the two of us. My father said he was planning to make me a manager. Which was going to be great with my plans to move out. But Matthew did tell me he was concerned about coming out to his father. As his father was really religious. I assured Matthew that he should take his time with his father. To not rush into this. It was good he did with his mom, but his father would be difficult. I knew from first hand experience, as my father also was a bit hard at first.
It was Friday and the work week was pretty hefty. It was also the final week of school which was great, because I would be able to spend the rest of the summer with Matthew. Our plans for the night was to go watch a movie then go eat. It was a very cliche date, but who cares.
I was parked in the firm's parking lot when I saw Matthew walk out of the building. One of my favorite things about him working there was the fact he wore dress clothes. He looked really good in them. Plus his butt looked amazing in the dress pants. He hopped into the truck and gave me a smile, "Hey there, babe"
"Afternoon, how was your day?"
He smiled again and said, "Boring as fuck. And I've been thinking about you all day."
"That's pretty gay, bro," I said joking.
Matthew grinned and said, "I'm dating a clown, aren't I?"
"Does that make you my Harley Quinn?"
"I guess so, Mista J," he said with his best Harley Quinn voice.
The two of us laughed for a bit. Then when the laughter died down, I drove us to the restaurant. It was a burger place near the theater. We ate and talked about each other's day. Then when the dinner was over, we walked around a bit. Since we still had time before the movie.
We walked through an alleyway and for some reason the conversation led to talking about past relationships and where we had sex, "So have you done it anywhere public in the past?" Matthew said.
I searched my mind for any public times I had sex and a few results came up, "Yeah, there was this guy who I blew behind a Carl's Jr."
"Ooh, look at you being a voyeurist."
I shrugged, "I mean, I was young and wanted to suck every cock attached to the good looking guys."
"And did you?"
I smiled, "No, I wasn't the school whore. If that's what you're asking. But I did have my fair share of cocks to suck in high school."
"That explains why you're so good at it," he said with a grin on his face.
"I suppose so, what about you?"
"Plenty of places. Theme parks, lots of bathrooms. There was this time I did it in a casino. But the most public place I did it was inside a department store. My girlfriend at the time went inside one of those circular clothes racks. She had brought me closer and sucked my dick while I pretended to look through the clothes."
"That sounds real hot," I commented.
"It was, especially since she let me cum in her mouth."
I looked around and saw the alley was pretty empty and not too lit. "How about an alley?"
Matthew turned to me with a grin on his face, "Nope, you want to?"
"Hell yeah!"
The two of us walked down the alleyway and found a nice little dark spot near a dumpster. I lowered myself into a squat and began to undo his pants. Matthew began to look up and down the alleyway. I rubbed his crotch through the fabric of his navy blue briefs. Then a moment later, I pulled out his cock and quickly took it into my mouth. Slowly my head moved back and forth at a steady speed, passionately sucking my boyfriend's cock. My tongue slid on the underside of his cock while my lips were wrapped around his shaft.
Matthew began to let out soft moans while I pleasured him. He made sure to look both ways every so often. But his eyes were constantly glued to me. My hands were on his thighs but slowly moved up and reached inside his pants. Where I began to caress his underwear covered butt cheeks. I loved his ass. I loved his cock. I loved Matthew.
I spent the next few minutes pleasuring his cock while he continued to let out moans. The moans didn't grow in sound but they did become more persistent. Then the pleasure session came to a close when I heard the beep from my watch telling me we had a few minutes to get to the theatre.
With my right hand, I grabbed his cock and began to stroke it while my mouth was on the tip. Within seconds Matthew's body convulsed and his knees bent as his load began to fire out. He rested his head on the wall as he fired every single shot of cum into my throat. When he finished, he looked down at me as I drained the remaining cum from his shaft and swallowed the hefty load.
Matthew tucked his cock into his briefs and closed his pants. As I rose up, I was met by a kiss on my lips from him. "That was hot," he said.
"That it was."
The two of us walked down the alleyway and went to the theatre.
The very next day, Matthew and I went to a park near his house. It was a massive park with lots of trees and it had a trail. Matthew whore white shorts that ended at his thighs with a black tank top. While I wore a white t-shirt with blue shorts, ending just above my knee caps.
We didn't run on the trail, instead he walked along it talking about stuff together, mostly about video games. We did talk about possibly one day moving in together once again. Something he had brought up several times. It was clear that Matthew didn't want to be in this area anymore. And for good reason. The area was very religious and from what he told me all the churches in the area didn't allow any people from the LGBT. Which was awful.
But Matthew didn't let that get to him, he wasn't as religious as he was before. He still prayed when he was forced too like at family dinners, but never did it on his own time. I, myself, wasn't a religious person, but I still went to church with the family.
As we continued down the trail we came across a crossroads. The left pathway was closed off, "That's weird," Matthew said, "I remember going down that pathway back in high school. There is a bridge down that way."
"I wonder why it's closed off," I said.
"You want to find out?"
I shrugged, "Sure, but if the cops come, I'm running."
The two of us checked if anyone was nearby and when there wasn't we hopped over the chain that blocked the pathway. We walked down the pathway for a few minutes before we came across the bridge Matthew had talked about. The bridge was also closed off but this time it had a safety sign on it. Clearly telling us the bridge wasn't safe to cross.
"Fond memories here?" I said to Matthew.
He smiled and said, "Yeah, many. And like half of them were sexual."
"I bet," I snickered.
