Matty: The Beginning
"Matty" sounded like a kid's nickname, but it worked for him. And this was no kid. Mid-to-late 20s, I'd have guessed. He later told me he's 27. We met when he was our Uber driver.
Dave and I had just come back from a trip. It was evening after a long day of travel. Matty came to pick us up at JFK, and if I was drowsy, one look at him woke me back up. He had curly dark hair, bright green eyes and a beautiful smile. That last part, the beautiful smile, always got me. A guy could have average looks, but a great smile always got to me. In this case, the smile was icing on the cake, because this man was gorgeous.
Matty helped put our bags in his car, and off we went. He was chatty and friendly. He had a bit of an accent, and he explained that he originally was from Ireland. That slight accent made his voice have an almost musical quality. Clearly, some higher power had sent this man to drive me crazy! From the little looks I was seeing from Dave and the way we all were interacting, I could tell he was having the same effect on both of us.
We chatted the whole way home. Matty had a nice sense of humor and interacted with us really well. I envied whatever girl was waiting at home for him. He was so charming!
When we arrived at the house, he offered to carry our bags inside. I told him that wasn't necessary. No Uber driver ever did that. "I'll be happy to help," he said. "I rarely have such fun with my passengers."
Well, okay. I already planned to leave him a 5-star review and a nice tip. But this really was above and beyond.
He'd parked in our driveway, so he didn't have to rush back to his car. He seemed to be in no rush, so I offered him a seat on the couch and asked if he'd like something to drink.
He said some water would be fine, so I got him a glass. With that, we found ourselves chatting away. While I was completely charmed by this hot guy, I had learned long ago not to get too into straight guys, and I thought that's what I had here on our couch.
After a while, I said something like, "isn't there some hot girl waiting for you to get home?"
He laughed. "Been out of the dating scene too long... daddy?"
Oh, damn. My gaydar seemed to be completely out of commission! So I smiled. "I guess so! Damn, you're on our team? Well, okay then. So isn't there some hot GUY waiting for you to get home?"
His radiant smile was at full power as he looked me in the eyes so directly I felt like he could see into me. "Not really." And for the first time in the few hours we'd know him, Matty sounded a little shy. "I kind of have a thing for daddies."
Fuuuck. Amazing my instant hard-on didn't tear right out of my pants.
I didn't say anything for a moment. I usually was a good talker, but not in that moment.
I guess he could see what his statement had done to me, because he was chuckling again. "Have I caught you off guard?"
"A little, yeah."
"Well, I know we just met, but can we at least hang out a bit? Do you guys ever get with someone?"
I told him we did occasionally fool around with a friend, but that's usually something that happened with a friend we knew for a while who just developed into something more.
To that, Matty said, "Well, let's get to know each other. Please?"
Dave and I both were into that idea. He seemed quite charming. Even if he'd had a girl at home and just wanted to be friends, he seemed like he'd have been a fun friend to have.
We all kept chatting. Eventually, I asked if we were keeping him from his work.
Yes, I was being an idiot. Why even suggest this gorgeous man leave? He actually asked if I was trying to get rid of him. I quickly said, "No! Not at all. But I don't want to be the reason you have work issues."
He explained that he was done for the night anyhow. "Actually, I have a pre-scheduled pickup down here for the morning, so I'd be much better off if I stayed around here for the night," all said with a mischievous look.
I wasn't going to let myself sound too desperate, so I gave him my own look and said, "Well, we do have a nice guest room you'd be free to use."
He laughed. Then he moved right up close to me, pretty much nose to nose, so I could feel his breath on my lips when he said, "Well, if that's where you want me to stay."
Dave was on the other side of him on the couch and wasn't going to miss this opportunity. "I think we can do better than that."
Matty reached back and ran a hand on Dave's thigh, as he said to me, "Do you think so, too?" with his lips less than an inch from mine.
I was thinking, what would this gorgeous man want with us? We'd both been called handsome, but we were older than Matty, and I felt like he could have anyone he wanted. That thought lasted just a moment before our lips were touching. Next thing I knew, my hands were in those beautiful black curls. As we were kissing, Dave's arms wrapped around Matty's midsection. Then I heard him say, "You should feel these abs!"
I broke the kiss and answered, "something tells me I soon will, and maybe see them very close to my eyes, too!"
Matty chuckled and asked if there wasn't somewhere we could get more comfortable.
Still not believing this scene but also determined not to screw it up, I said, "Sure! Come on." Well, actually, I let the dogs out first, but then I led him upstairs. As we got up there, he glanced towards the bathroom and said, "You know, it's been a long day. I'd like to have a shower first, if that's okay." Of course, I said yes.
Matty looked into the shower and said, "That looks like a lot of controls. Think you could help me?"
Still being playful, I said, "well, I suppose I could."
Matty said, "Please?" and leaned in to kiss me. Mmm. My lips parted, and soon, our tongues were dancing with each other. I had my hands in his beautiful hair again.
We were standing in the bathroom by the shower, but we still were wearing our clothes. Dave came close, and he and Matty soon were lip-locked.
It may sound silly, since I was very far from a novice, but there was a part of me that felt like I'd say something wrong and screw this up. I mean, we knew there were hot young guys into older guys like us, but this man was stunning. A real head-turner with model looks.
I said, "Okay, you did ask how this all works," and I opened the glass shower door. The whole shower was on the large side, for very good reasons. Even when it was just Dave and me, it was nice to have room. Three guys could just fit in there while standing, and then there was a shower seat, to make extra room and do nice things to whoever was in there with whichever one of us sat on the seat.