Matt and I didn't say much on the ride home, I occasionally puffed on a cigarette and Matt puffed on his vape pen. We remained silent, lost in our own thoughts about what had just happened. Once or twice I caught Matt looking at me, checking me out it seemed, but he would always look away when I looked over at him. It didn't bother me.
We arrived at Matt's house and Matt said that I could come inside and chill for a little. He was my age (27) but was back living with his parents. He told me the entire bottom section of the house was his though, and we didn't have to worry about being bothered by anyone. (Why would he say that though?)
I really just wanted to go home and process what happened earlier, but (for some reason) I told Matt I'd be down to hang out, and began following him inside.
At his door Matt opened it up and pointed ahead to a staircase, leading down.
"Go ahead, right down there's my room and section of the house."
"Ok," I said, going past Matt and into his house.
I crept slowly down the steps and Matt locked his house door, then began to follow behind me, closely. Matt's body was right up on me as his hands grabbed at my hips again, guiding me down the steps. "Got to be very careful going down these steps, they're old."
They seemed sturdy to me, but I played along and said "Ok," as Matt followed me down the steps, his body on mine and his hands on my hips.
At the bottom of the stairs we entered his room and there was a couch next to a bed and a tv, musical instruments, and video games everywhere. "Cool room," I said, as Matt pushed by me, brushing his entire body up against mine, and then taking a seat on the couch. He patted the seat next to him, "Come here." And I sat down next to him on the couch, although I was very nervous for some reason.
"Can I smoke weed in here?" I asked, pulling a half-smoked joint from my cigarette pack. "Yeah, it's cool," Matt said, as I sparked the joint up. Matt put on some music videos on his tv and we smoked the joint down, although Matt only hit it once or twice (he was a very light smoker, decent drinker though).
The weed was very strong and I began to feel spacey and relaxed, sudden images of what had happened earlier now flashing through my mind. Cumming together with Matt, our naked bodies so full of passion, and now us just sitting here as friends again, smoking and relaxing. It seemed so wrong and out of place, I wanted to get up and drive home. But another part of me wanted to stay, wanted to see exactly what would happen.
I could tell the effects of the joint had hit Matt too, because he wasn't saying much, he seemed spaced out. Matt stood up to grab a sip of water from a cup and then sat back down, this time sitting so close that his right leg was pressed up against my left leg. "Ooops," Matt said, "Sorry." But he didn't move away. "Umm, ok," I said, my mouth very dry. I took a few sips from a bottle of water next to me.
And for a little while we just sat there very close, Matt's leg against mine, listening to the music and watching the videos, and then Matt began to run his fingertips up and down my left leg, slowly, just barely touching me. "Mmmm" I said softly, as Matt continued touching my leg softly. I could feel my cock grow slightly and I think Matt noticed because he brushed his finger just near the outline of my now growing tip, moving away and going back up and down my leg. "Uhh, Matt, stop," I said, but Matt kept rubbing my leg, this time actually touching the tip of my cock through my jeans, and this sent a shot of energy through me. "Uhh," I said, arching my back as my cock began to grow harder. My bulge outline was filling up my pants and Matt could definitely notice my erection now.
"Shit Matt, I don't know about this," but Matt continued with the soft rubbing of my leg, saying nothing as he popped the button of my jeans, pulling my zipper down slowly. He moved it so slow that it ran over the length of my dick and I could feel every zipper notch rub up against me. "uuuhhh" I said. And Matt softly reached into my boxers, pulling my (now) hard cock out and brushing it softly, just like he did my leg.
I moaned again and bit my lip, leaning back slightly as Matt gently touched my throbbing cock. I lifted my shirt up slightly and began to feel my tight stomach and abs. Matt leaned into me and whispered into my ear, "How does that feel?" And I could hardly answer, only wanting to moan, but I said "Good" and Matt began kissing my neck softly as his fingertips brushed up against my dick.
Matt began to lift my shirt up, but I stopped him, saying "I don't know if we should be doing this. What happened earlier was just a little experiment." But Matt continued tugging at my shirt and I gave in, letting him take it off and revealing my toned upper body. "Relax," he said, whispering into my ear and putting his arm around me "Nobody has to know, nobody. We're just having some fun."
And with that, our lips met, softly at first, but Matt let his tongue enter my mouth and I met it with mine, slowly sucking on his tongue.
And Matt continued to touch my dick as we made out. He began to actually grip it slightly now, pumping up and down my shaft but keeping a loose, teasing grip.
I could only moan into Matt's mouth as we kissed deeply, Matt only stopping for a minute to take off his shirt.
