Paternity, Fraternity, Equality - Chapter 3In the bedroom Matt kicked off his shoes and finished disrobing. Perry stood in awe again struck by the look of Matt now totally revealed, no bathing trunks. What they had hidden was a match for his dreams and his fantasy over that chicken dinner. He let Matt tug his shirt out. When his arms were free he reached down and gave a tentative tap. Matt's cock jumped. Slickness oozed and dripped from its tip.
Resting side by side after they threw the covers on the floor, they gently explored their bodies. Perry marveled at the many places on Matt, and on himself, that seemed to be connected to the nerves which controlled the bobbing of their cocks.
"You've never even gone this far have you, baby?"
"Ohhh, shit." Perry's prick had given its biggest bounce when Matt used that term of endearment. "No . . . never. Like I said. High School jerk offs. Just dicks sticking out of our jeans. You . . . you're going to be disappointed with me. I'm not sure about anything." He lifted up to look at Matt. "Not your usual . . . whatever you call 'em. Gay guy. Fuck buddy."
"Not disappointed so far. Haven't been with that many guys. Prob'ly less than the girls you fucked around with before you got married." Matt grinned and with one hand tweaked Perry's left nipple. He'd already found that those two nubs were definitely erogenous zones. "I call 'em friends if . . . otherwise I don't call 'em at all. I have my standards. So . . . going to tell me about your dreams . . . since I was there but don't remember."
Perry lay back, one hand now holding tight and slowly stroking Matt's dick. "Oh, a little this . . . and . . . " He was hesitant to tell more, not sure what was acceptable to Matt. What did he like. What did he do. What for sure was sex between two men suppose to include.
"Sucking -- you on me or me on you?? Or both together? Hey, if we're going to be lovers we can't have secrets. I'm yours, Pear. I meant it . . . been in fucking love with you since day one. Wanting you . . . anyway you want to have me."
Perry 's cock, in fact his entire body, pulsed when Matt called them 'lovers'. Somewhere deep in his mind a voice kept arguing with another stronger one. This is all wrong. It feels right, damn it. You are not a queer. Maybe I am, at least for Matt I am. He's just using you. Yes, and it feels so good. You're a husband. Without a wife. You're a father. So, fathers don't have sex? Not with other guys. Says who, if we keep this just between us.
Matt's hand was on his neck, massaging. Perry turned to look right into the deepest void he had every experienced. A face filled with a calm and a glow.
"I love you, Pear. What were your dreams? How can I make you happy?"
Perry melted inside. It was the same feeling, but so different, from when he and Jan had been intimate. "I . . . want to . . . " He couldn't say it. But he knew he could do it and wanted to now even more than he had in his dreams.
He held fast to Matt and lifted up. It was like his dream. He moved his head to nestle at Matt's neck and then down onto his chest. It was so natural, kissing him, hearing him softly moan as lips brushed and then locked to suck on one nipple and then the other.
"Oh, yes, lover. Yes. Whatever you want." It was a whisper that steeled Perry's resolve and fueled the fire, passion burning, racing wild on his skin.
With his head resting on a gently heaving, firm stomach he bent Matt's cock up until it filled his view. Perry's tongue licked out, washing off the wetness. It tasted sweet. Another drop formed. He licked it off. Matt groaned and his hips lifted. Lips closed over the offering.
"Oh, shit. Damn."
Perry jerked up. "Wrong?"
"Fuck no!! Right. Perfect. You never?"
"Just dreams." Perry lay back down. His lips again captured the head of Matt's cock. Inside his mouth his tongue licked and twirled around. It felt even better the second time. He sucked. Matt's hips jerked again. Perry naturally moved against the thrust letting the shaft slide between his lips.
"God damn! Perry, I want you."
Hands were grasping at him, moving him parallel. Then he felt warmth enclose his own manhood. They rolled onto their sides arms reaching around to hold. Perry let out a low groan as he felt himself sink farther into Matt's mouth. Matt swallowed and shoved. Perry was locked in with Matt's chin grinding on his pelvis. Pleasures boiled inside, making his cock swell. Matt would choke. Perry tried to pull back, not letting up on his own ministrations to the cock in his own mouth.
"Un Uh . . . aawaa." Matt's arms locked and wouldn't let him go. Then Matt swallowed and Perry felt a pressure molding and rubbing the length of the shaft that rested in Matt's mouth.
His tongue. He's doing that with his tongue. Oh, shit. Never . . . fucking fantastic. Gotta try that. So this is a 69. So this is what it feel like to have someone eat your cock. Perry shoved down, tried to swallow, couldn't, felt himself gag. Oh, shit. He's going to hate me. Feels so . . . fucking fantastic, just fucking fantastic. His body was trembling now. Matt was somehow stroking him without letting him free. Ice and fire exploded in Perry's ass, making his balls ache.
Matt eased back, letting his arms grow slack. Now he was just licking, up, down, around, onto Perry's balls. Sucking. Plopping one in and out between his lips. Then the other. Perry stored that trick away for later. He was enjoying what he was doing too much to change off.
I'm hooked. Love sucking cock. This cock. Perry couldn't stop.
Then his body lifted up in on giant spasm. Matt had lifted his balls and nuzzled under them and then . . . a finger, tongue, something lightly flicked across . . . across his rectum, his ass lips, a place no one had ever been. Matt licked back up and swallowed his cock, let it go, sucked a sweet nut and locked his lips on that spot again. Tongue, fingers circling, darting.
Perry lay in shock. Matt's cock bouncing on his face. This was . . . this really was impossible. And even as the thought marched through his mind he lifted his top leg higher. Matt used one arm to steady that leg and with easier access, attacked, chewing, sucking, licking.
"Matt! Oh, shit! Matt! I can't . . . that's too much . . . awwww! Damn!"
Muffled but clear came Matt's voice. "Found something that drives you just as wild as having your cock sucked haven't I?"
"Yes! Fuck, yes!" Perry's body was reacting, shoving against Matt's face. He grabbed the upper leg and pulled it toward his chest. With the same move he opened his mouth and took charge of Matt's cock again. Sucking and slurping hard he let the ripples of pleasure from down below drive the bobbing of his head.
He could feel Matt's hand stroking him as he continued thrusting his tongue. It felt like it was inside him, reaching in, wetting and rubbing on nerves he didn't know he had. Ever pump of Matt's hand, every lick and push of that tongue took him closer and closer to the point were his cum would bust out. He could feel it building. At the same time he felt Matt swelling between his lips. Lightly jostling Matt's ballsack he could feel it begin to contract.
With a yell jerked from his gut Perry blasted. Matt's cock rested on his nose as it spewed a matching outburst that washed over his face. His own climax seemed to go on and on and on. His body was thrashing out of control. Pulses of total ecstasy rocked him even after he knew there was no more that Matt's hand could milk out of him. He lightly kissed the limp organ of pleasure that lay in front of him. Snuggling in he wet Matt's pubic hairs with his cum splattered face and hugged, and hugged, and hugged.
In the shower, together, they washed each other. Standing side by side they dried each other.
"Better than a dream?"
"Could be." Perry had a silly grin. He grabbed Matt's towel and wrapped him in his arms. "Just one thing missing. Not from any dream."
Matt looked at him. A question in his eyes. Perry tilted his head and then brushed his lips on Matt's. The next instant they were entwined, lips locked, tongues dueling, one hard body against another. The kiss lasted until Matt broke it off gasping for air and laughing.
"Damn, I don't know what your sexual orientation is, Pear, but, lover boy, I'll crawl into your bed any time you'll have me," he said chuckling.
"I'm sure no boy, but . . . I'll be your lover any time you want to crawl into my bed. I guess that makes me queer . . . at least for you, damn it." Perry locked his arms around Matt's waist and leaned back studying his face. "For you, for sure." He leaned in an lightly kissed Matt on the chin.
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