Matty
Aaaaaaand I’m not a virgin.
Matty held his breath for an extended second as Coop entered him.
“Wait.” Matty had him pull out. He took a few deep breaths. “Sorry. Even with the buildup, it’s a bit of a shock.” Coop’s dick was much thicker and forceful than his fingers. “Okay, let’s try that again.”
Aaaaaaand I’m not a virgin. Take two.
Coop’s awkward confidence put him at ease. They were on the same level. Equals. Together. His bottom half warmed up with a thick cock. Matty took deep breaths, like he was doing yoga. He doubted it looked sexy, but Coop gazed at him like he was the hottest thing on this planet. With each thrust, the shock to his system subsided into pleasure. He loved knowing that Coop was inside him, that his large frame was towering over him.
The ridges of Coop’s abs rubbed back and forth over Matty’s throbbing dick. He watched the pained expression of ecstasy etch into Coop’s face, as they were both discovering how amazing this was. A little sore for Matty, but on the road to amazing.
“How are you doing?” Coop asked, so concerned.
“Good.” His cock opened up Matty. His chest glistened with sweat. Matty’s body couldn’t compare to Coop’s sculpted chest, but Coop seemed to love what he was looking at.
Coop lifted Matty’s hips and fucked him at a deeper angle. His balls slapped against Matty’s ass, and his biceps bulged as they tightened their grip around Matty’s legs. Each thrust opened up Matty more. Most discomfort he had was outweighed by the heat of the moment.
Trickles of salty sweat funneled down Coop’s chest. Matty wished he could lick them off.
“Yes,” Matty whispered.
“Fuck yes.”
He loved the feeling of Coop drilling him, loved watched those muscles flex. Their eyes locked in, and through the steam of sex, Matty saw the real Coop. String Cheese, who gave his heart to him. Neither could look away.
Coop put another dollop of lube in his palm, took Matty’s cock, and stroked him between his slippery fingers calloused from the weigh troom. Matty’s lower half levitated in the air as pleasure rushed through him. He clenched around Coop’s dick.
“Fuck,” Coop whispered in his ear, sending a shiver down his arm. He rested his forehead against Matty’s and pumped away, hitting his tight hole with all the passion inside him.
There was no precedent for this feeling. He had jerked off plenty of times before, but never with something pummeling his ass at the same time. His body was like a tuning fork in perfect harmony with Coop’s. The orgasm roiling inside him overpowered any pain.
Coop held him tight while he continued stroking, his hand sliding up and down Matty’s cock like it was on a fireman’s pole. He slammed into Matty, and each thrust was another crescendo of ecstasy. Matty wanted to scream as loud as he could. Scream until he woke all the neighbors. It was all too much for some simple moaning. His body sprawled open, arms reaching out to grab something sturdy. Coop’s muscles flexed while he gripped Matty’s cock. His fist whipped up and down. Matty was a nuclear bomb about to detonate.
“You’re gonna come?”
Didn’t Coop realize that he couldn’t use words at this moment? Coop seemed to read the expression on his face. Coop had a similar look.
“You’re tightening around me,” Coop said. “Fuck, it’s so hot.”
Matty did everything he could to hold back a scream, but he still heard it bellow in his ears.
And then explosion. Bursts of come shot across his chest and even reached his neck. Seconds later, Coop pulled out. Matty heard the condom snap off and felt more warmth shoot across him.
He shivered as his body cooled to normal temperature. He wrapped his arms around Coop’s neck. They brought their lips together, but didn’t kiss. They just hovered there, feeling each other’s spirit. It took a good thirty seconds for the guys to catch their breaths and return to Earth. Yet it wasn’t the same Matty who returned.
* * *
Matty wokeup to a bright sun that had already started the day a while ago. Coop’s arms spooned him on the couch. After sex, they had showered and cleaned up. If Greg asked, Matty would tell him that he cleaned up the room as a thank you for letting them stay there.
He savored the warmth of Coop’s embrace, the nuzzling of his chin against Matty’s shoulder, the hum of his breathing in tandem. It wasn’t just a new day. It was a new Matty. A non-virgin, boyfriend-having Matty who had sexon other people’s furniture!
But it wasn’t an all-new Matty, because even though he slept in, he was still an early riser at heart. While he enjoyed being in Coop’s embrace, he didn’t want to just stare at a wall. Coop was sound asleep. Matty got up to go to the bathroom. He heard some stirring in the kitchen.
Ethan stood over a toaster buttering an English muffin, and the carby, buttery smell hit Matty’s appetite like lightning. He wondered if the outside world could hear his stomach grumble. He realized that he and Coop never stopped for dinner last night.
“Want me to make you one?” Ethan asked. Before Matty could answer, he popped an English muffin in the toaster. “You were staring mine down like you hadn’t eaten in days.”
