Matt Online

I met Matt online. It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, what else was there to do. We got chatting, easily. He seemed nice. He invited me over.

He didn’t live very far away. We were both in the northern suburbs. I’ve always said northern suburbs gay boys are the best.

He met me at the door smiling dressed in shorts. We had that moment of sizing each other up as soon as the door swung open. He had a handsome face, dark hair, blue eyes. Nice arms Nice muscled thighs. 

He passed my quality control, as, I guess, I did his.

We chatted for a time sitting on his black leather couches. He seemed nice right from the outset. Sweet. Easy to talk to. You know when you feel that sparkle. You like their smile. The way they speak. You like the words that come out of their mouths. You know that?

One thing led to another, and we headed upstairs. (Well, I wasn’t there to do his tax, let’s face it)

He led me by his hand, which felt meaty and warm in mine. I can still feel him holding it from that day, if I close my eyes and think about it.

His clothes came off really easily. There was not one physical thing about him that I didn’t like.

We kissed and stared into each other’s eyes

We fucked in his bed.

He wanted to do it without a condom, he would have done it without a condom. I so wanted to, too. But, we didn't. We used plenty of condoms.

Handsome and he likes a dick in his arse, how could you not like that.

He's got a housemate who does lots of interstate work, so he's often home alone. Matt was home alone this day.

I was keen on Matt right from the beginning. Matt took a little more time to be sure about me. That’s how it went. In fact, for a really brief moment, I thought that Matt was going to say no, he didn’t want to be my boyfriend, but he didn’t say that. Obviously. But, you know, it was a strange feeling, the possibility of being rejected by someone I was keen on. I’d never been rejected, before that, by someone I really liked, it would have been a first for me.

I chased him more than he chased me, in the beginning. He denied that later, but it was true. You know, that was what I used to do, be quite blasé in the beginning when meeting guys, not sure if it was a protection thing, or a prove-themselves thing? It was probably one of those, even if I truthfully used to think it was just a lazy thing. Whatever it was, it was with Matt that I realised what I used to do with guys, seeing him do it to me.

Anyway, eventually, I must have proved myself.

Sometime later, I asked Matt about the bareback thing the day we met.

“Yeah, I just used to let the guy decide.”

“What do you mean?”

“If he put a condom on, he’d fuck me with a condom. If he didn’t, he’d fuck me without.”

“What!”

“Yep!” Matt shrugged.

“Seriously?”

“Yes!”

“Don’t do that anymore, will you?”

“No.”

“Promiss?”

“No.”

“What?”

“No, I won’t. I promise.”

He is still one of the loveliest boys on the planet, even if we are no longer together.