Asking Matthew part 4.
After waking up in the wee hours of the morning to pee, I dozed back off for a while. I was re-awoken by the sun steaming in my bedroom windows at about 8:30 A.M. I was tired and drained but I was happy I experienced something I needed and wanted for so long, just hours before. I rolled over and grabbed my phone, but there were no messages from anyone. I was disheartened that Matthew hadn't stayed. But since we had never spoken about being together or having that "kind of relationship" outside of new(er) sexual experiences, I guess I should have expected it.
I laid there soul searching for a while. After last night and our experiences, I knew I needed a man in my life. I needed to wake up next to my boyfriend. I need to come out for good. I needed cock. Period! There was no denying it. All the years I have lightly searched, half ass'ing my way through it all; including recently. Never truly accepting what I wanted, or who I wanted. Let alone fulfilling my passions and desires, or finding what I wanted, was finally coming into focus. Call it Bi-Sexual, call it gay; call it a change of life, but either way I knew I only wanted men and I needed to move forward. And strangely enough as much as I wanted a man, here was a guy that wants me bad and just fucked me last night and yet, I keep him at arms distance.
I pulled up my messages and sent this to Matthew;
"Hey good morning. I am sorry I fell asleep on you last night. I thought you'd still be here this morning."
A while later I received a message back from him.
"Good morning! When you dozed off, I just let myself out. I didn't know if you'd want me there overnight, so I just went home.
He followed up with, "Are you hungry? I could bring over breakfast."
I thought about it for a bit. How sweet and romantic it was for him to offer to bring me breakfast. And as much as I wanted him back here to fuck me, so I could play with has dock some more; I hadn't given him reasons to stay. What was it about him? Was it him personally? Was it the fact that I would finally have to admit I'm gay? Was it because we had a bunch of mutual friends, that I would have to explain my sexual preference to? Was it because even though I was ready, it wasn't him (in my mind) I envisioned being with?
I came to grasp with the fact that I was hungry and I did want to have that "next morning" cock in my room, so I selfishly wrote him back after about 20 minutes of delay, saying;
"Yah, breakfast would be great. I'll leave the door open and I'll be right where you left me last night."
"He replied; "Cool. I'll be there in 30 minutes or so.
I got up and showered, putting on a white T-shirt, a gray pair of pajama bottoms, unlocked the front door; turned on the TV and climbed back into bed.
I was anxious and nervous awaiting his arrival, but I figured let me see where this goes. How the day goes and whether or not I felt this could be more than sex between us.
I heard the door open and close and heard Matthew say, "Hey It's me."
"I'm in here." I yelled out.
Matthew came walking into my bedroom, carrying Styrofoam take out trays inside a plastic bag. I could smell eggs and bacon coming from the bag. Matthew set the bag down on the edge of my dresser and he walked over to my side. He leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the lips, as he asked; "How did you sleep?"
"Very well." I replied.
With that he moved forward again for another kiss. This time our lips parted and we frenched kissed for a bit. His warm wet tongue swirling around inside of my mouth, as he stood over the bed leaning down towards me. My hand reached up slid up and along the left side of his face, feeling his cool skin, furthering upwards to his hair. This was the first time in a long time, I had a man with me in the morning hours. And as we kissed, I kept thinking about last night.
I was hard before I knew it and the more, he stood over me kissing me, the more I wanted him. The more I wanted his love, his lust, his sexual advances and his cock.
I pulled Matthew down on top of me, over the covers as our bodies met. I was struggling to get the blankets out from in-between away, as he was lifting his body up trying to help, until I finally got them removed and spread my legs open. Matthew came to rest with his body on top of mine, my legs resting at his sides as we kissed deeper and deeper. My ass was throbbing and needing to be filled again, while my cock was sticking straight up in my pajama bottom, held in only by a small piece of material.
Matthews hands softly and gently caressed my body, getting lower and lower with each pass along my outer thighs, my hips and down the sides of my legs. I was moaning softly through our kiss and I wanted every bit of his dick deep inside of me. Matthew knelt upright and pulled the string from my pajama pants, opening them up, sliding them down a bit letting my cock pop free. He lowered his head and slid my cock inside of his warm wet mouth. I groaned in pleasure as he started bobbing up and down on my cock, my hands coming to rest on the back of his head.
