Mr. Americana and the London Boy 06

December 12th, London, England.

*** Eric's Point of View ***

I open my eyes to find Matty laying right next to me. He is looking right at me.

"Happy Birthday, Eric!" Matty smiles.

"Mmm, good morning."

"Good morning, baby." His hand cups my face, I lean into it. "What do you want first? Breakfast or a shower?"

"Can I have you for breakfast in the shower?" I ask.

"The cheek." He chuckles. "We can arrange that, yes."

I watch him get up and head towards the bathroom. He hooks his thumb in the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down and giving me quite the view of his ass. An ass, as they say, you could bounce a quarter off of. I never tire of it.

I hear the water turn on. "You coming?"

I get out of bed. "I have to pee!"

"There's the toilet." He motions to the toilet with an obvious, sassy tone.

"I don't want you to watch me though." I say.

"I can turn around." He laughs. I stare at him. "Okay, I'll grab a glass of water. Let me know when you're done."

"Thank you." I kiss him. "Keeps the romance alive."

"You're adorable... and weird." He closes the door behind him.

Two minutes later, all done and hands washed, I call him in. He comes in, his body looking incredible. His broad shoulders run down to his well defined arms that perfectly match his chest and his abs, which look better than ever.

"I think we take an unusual amount of showers together, you know?" He smiles, stepping in. I tap his ass.

"We're just very hygienic, or super obsessed with each other." I join him.

"Or both." He kisses me on the lips. "Time to treat the birthday boy." He begins to lower, but I stop him.

"Hey, hey." He looks at me quizzically. "I said I wanted you for breakfast, that means I'm the one who gets to put you in my mouth."

"I mean, I won't complain."

"You better not." I kiss him before getting on my knees. The hot water is splashing all over Matty, the beads of water covering his body. He looks like a literal God descended from the Heavens. I start kissing his inner left thigh, my cheek brushing up against his balls. My left hand runs up his right leg, his strong, hair-covered thigh feels marvelous under my touch.

I reach his cock, wrapping my fingers around it. I begin to stroke it, making way for my mouth to kiss his balls. "Oh, fuck. That mouth is magic." He moans.

My tongue leaps out of my mouth, licking the back of his ball sac down to the bottom. My nose takes in the smell of him, the clean, light musk from the last 8 hours of sleep. My lips stick to his skin, he tastes like heaven. I turn my face just enough so that I can kiss the base of his cock, now at full mast in my hand.

I begin one long, slow stroke. I match it with small kisses, starting at the base of his shaft. As my hand strokes him upwards, my mouth moves up too, kissing every inch of the newly revealed shaft up until my hand releases his cock from its grip. My mouth finishes with one last kiss on the side of his perfectly shaped mushroom head. I know I'm biased, but he truly does have the most beautiful penis.

I move my head to take his cock in my mouth, slipping over the top and sliding down his entire length. My left hand moves to fondle his balls, I use my right to start stroking the lower half of his cock. I slide up and down every inch, using my hand to further tease him when my mouth is halfway up.

He holds onto my head, not guiding me, but just keeping a steady grip. I don't want to stop, not even for a little flirtatious dirty talk. I want to suck him dry so bad.

"Oh, baby, that feels so good. Don't stop, please!"

I don't, I keep moving over his cock. My tongue squiggling lines over the width of his cock, enjoying the stiffness of his boner and the softness of his flesh.

My mouth squeezes harder around his cock, I can feel him throbbing. He's close. I move my hand off his balls, reaching between his legs and grabbing his ass, as much of it as I can. I pull off his cock for the briefest of moments, just enough time to beg him. "Cum for me, Daddy." I stroke his cock once, then resume sucking him. Up and down, up and down. The wet popping sound is so strong it can be heard clearly over the water. I make each glide more intense, pausing longer at the base, the tip of his cock deep down my throat.

"Fuck!" He groans. I slide back off, keeping just his head on my tongue. I stare up at him, his eyes closed and his face scrunched up in ecstasy. He looks like he's loving it, like he's ready to explode any second. He opens his eyes, looking right into mine. My fingers tease his hole. "I'm gonna cum!" I slide back down over him slowly, keeping my eyes on his. "Uahhhhhh!" He groans as I pull back up. His cock sprays the roof of my mouth, one hot spurt of cum after another. I stroke his cock hard, milking every last drop of his load out of him. The first load of many more today, I'm happy to say.

He steps back, helping me up. "Happy birthday to me." I wipe my lip, staring at him.

"I think you mean happy birthday to me." He grins. "That was quite the gift. You've got me convinced it's my day." He leans in and kisses me.

"Good, that's the whole point, pleasing you. Turns me on more than anything else. Plus, I just really, really love sucking your cock."

"Oh, I can tell. And I really, really love you sucking it." He wraps his arms around me. "Now, let's clean up, I need to get some real food in you. What do you want?"

I step under the water, he joins me. "Eggs Benedict would be nice."

"As you wish."

He lathers me up, taking his sweet time and letting his hands roam free over my entire body. As the kind person I am, I return the favor.

He gets out of the shower first, grabbing a towel for me and wrapping it around me. "I'll get dressed and get breakfast going. Take your time." He kisses my forehead.

"You liiike me, you liiike me." I sing-song in a childish manner.

He rolls his eyes and tries to hide his smirk, leaving the bathroom.

After getting dressed, I decide to put my glasses on. It might be my birthday, but I love spoiling him. It makes me so happy. Of course, if I did this every day it would ruin the excitement.

I join him in the kitchen, where I find him standing over the stovetop, in gray sweatpants and a big hoodie. One I have yet to steal. It's fine, I'm wearing another one of his hoodies anyway.

He turns his head to look at me, immediately noticing the glasses. He shakes his head in disbelief and chuckles to himself. "I'm one lucky bastard." This makes me blush as I sit down at the counter to watch him. It may seem trivial, but I really love mornings like these with him, sitting here and chatting and enjoying his company.

"Thank you, this smells delicious." He places a beautiful plate in front of me and sits down next to me.

"Our anniversary is coming up." He starts.

"It is, isn't it? This year flew by."

"It did. And I want it to slow down, time with you is too good to go by too fast." I kiss his cheek. "You don't have any plans, right?"

"On our anniversary? I actually met this guy last week, he asked me out and so I just said 'what the hell, why not?'" I tease. He rolls his eyes. "No, I have no plans except to spend the day with you."

"Good, because I have something planned."

"What?"

"A little getaway to a cute hotel and spa in the countryside."

"That sounds lovely, thank you."

"I hope it is." He smiles at me. "So, today, ice skating with the family followed by dinner, but what do you want to do before that?" He takes a bite of food.

"You."

He coughs in shock. "I am never ready for those - no matter how often you do that." He laughs. "But fine, yes, I was going to recommend that myself, maybe a game or a movie too."

"Yeah, a movie! A Christmas movie!"

We put on a movie, he lays down on top of me as I request. I slip my hands under his hoodie, resting them on his toned back. He is my personal radiator, keeping me warm.

After the movie, he sits up. "I think it's time for me to reciprocate this morning's little activity."

"I have no complaints." I grin. He scoots down, getting between my legs and yanking my pants and underwear down. He lifts my legs up so that he can pull them off completely. Then he takes my hoodie off too.

He's about to get started but I clear my throat, he pauses and looks up at me. "Yes...?" He smirks.

"If you're going to reciprocate, you should also be naked." I inform him. He smirks again, then gets off the couch and undresses.

"There we go." He returns to the couch, this time his mouth making it all the way to my cock. He pulls off. "Sorry, I should've done a little foreplay first." He kisses my inner thigh and looks up at me.

"I'm just here for the enjoyment, you do whatever you want to me."

He guides my leg up, bending it so my knee is straight up. He plants multiple kisses in the formed crevice between my thigh and calf. His hand tenderly runs up and down my leg. He kisses his way down to my cock.

His hands slide under both of my legs, moving up the sides of my ass and gripping my hips. He pulls me down a little, maintaining a firm grip on me. He takes my cock in his mouth, slowly moving up and down as I grow.

Now that I am fully hard, he picks up his speed. His tongue flattens against the underside of my shaft as he slides up me, then swirls around the sides as he moves down. "Yes, Matty! Fuck!" I arch my back and lightly thrust my groin up into his face.

I kick my left foot up onto his back, my thigh pressing into his ear. He pulls off of my cock and kisses my thigh again. "Anything I can do differently? Anything you want?" He asks.

"Don't stop. It feels so good." I moan. He returns to my cock. "And keep using that tongue, please." He takes that and runs with it, going harder and faster and working that tongue over me extra hard. "Oh, yes!" I cry out, my hands reaching to hold onto his hands.

He keeps going, working me up and down and occasionally moving down to my balls. It gets so good, I close my eyes and just enjoy it and focus on the pleasure.

His lips get tighter, his sucking gets harder. "Oh, God! Yes, Matty! Yes!" I cry out. "I'm gonna cum!" He works me harder, his hands gripping my hips tighter as he works his mouth up and down. "Yhheesssss" I groan deeply, my body giving in to his touch.

He takes every drop, sucking me clean. He pulls off me, letting my cock fall to my stomach. He places a final kiss on the center of my shaft, then releases his grip and sits up.

"Happy birthday to me." I say through heavy breathes.

"No, happy birthday to me." He jokes. He lifts my legs up again and sits down on the couch, bringing my legs back down onto his lap. He rubs my calves as he takes a breather. "If you'd like, you can come sit here." He taps my legs, indicating his lap.

I do as he suggests, straddling his lap. My hands rub over his shoulders, his run over my ass.

"I don't think I've told you yet, you look absolutely beautiful today. Just like every other day, of course." His hands gently run up my back.

"Thank you." I kiss him on the cheek. "So do you." I hug him, his arms wrap around me, he feels wonderful. He feels like home. My lips make contact with his. I love his mouth on every bit of my body, but there's something special about his lips on mine.

My hands move up to his face, holding onto it. The smooth skin of his cheeks matches that of his lips. The longer we kiss, the more passionate it gets. There's no need to stop, there's nothing else I'd rather be doing. My fingers gently caress his cheeks, his continue running over my back.

I instinctively grind my ass against his groin. "Do you want to keep going?"

"I always wanna keep going with you." I smile, kissing him some more. I feel his right hand slide down my back. He grabs hold of his cock, I lift myself up just enough for him to tease my hole with it. "Oh..." I moan softly as the tip of his cock pushes its way into me. I don't know why, but I'm having a harder time taking him inside me right now.

"Relax, love." He reminds me. "We'll go slow." He says.

"You're just as sweet as our first time." I kiss him again.

"I don't plan on that ever changing." His hands run up the sides of my torso.

I try to slide down a little more of his shaft but find it difficult. "I'm sorry, can we take a break for a minute?" I ask.

He immediately pulls out of me. "Absolutely, absolutely." His smile is sweet as he looks up at me. "Are you alright?"

I nod. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you." I kiss him. "Not sure why I'm so tight right now."

"No worries, we'll take a pause. When you're ready, would you like it if I rim you a little? Maybe that will help ease you."

"That'd be nice. I was gonna ask for that later tonight, but I won't reject the offer." I kiss him.

"You make it sound like an indecent proposal." He challenges.

"It's not, not an indecent proposal." I retort.

"I can't argue there." His adorable grin looks too sweet not to kiss.

"I love you." I tell him.

"I love you."

"If you're down, we could maybe resume."

"Alright, I'm down." He carefully maneuvers me onto my stomach. He lays on top of me, kissing my ear. "You have the softest skin, you know that?" He moves down my body, leaving a trail of kisses down my spine. He reaches my ass, placing his hands on either side of my body, steadying me. He slowly lowers his lips to the top of my right butt cheek. It's a soft, tender kiss. He brushes his nose against my crack, his hot breath teasing me. He pokes out his tongue, it just barely makes contact with my skin. "Relax, baby. Relax." He soothes. I feel his lips close in on me, I arch my ass up into him. He moans. His hands move down a little to get a better grip on my ass cheeks. He holds them apart, his face moving in between them. His tongue swirls around my hole slowly, it feels incredible. I grab a pillow and hold it tight to my upper body.

He is so gentle with his mouth, but he knows how to undo me. I feel myself relax and open up more for him.

"There we go. There's a good lad." He pushes his tongue down, his lips joining shortly after. He gives my hole a nice, long, wet kiss. His lips feel so soft on me, I love it. He moves up my cheek, giving me a small bite followed by a rougher kiss. Then he licks his way back down to my hole, but instead of stopping there he keeps going down my crack. He approaches my balls, at least the small part of them not squished against the couch that he can reach. Reaching them, he licks me all over, then makes his way back up my ass.

He slides back down to the center, shaking his face between my cheeks and letting his tongue run wild. The speed of his face - especially his tongue - is simply marvelous. His hands release my ass, slipping under my legs. He swiftly maneuvers us, leaning backwards and laying on his back, bringing me along with him. My ass resting on his face, I pull my legs out to either side of him. "Ooh, I like this position." I moan. I arch my back, grinding my ass against his face.

He pushes me up just enough to speak. "I don't mind this either." He growls. My hands run over his abs, reaching down for his cock. I start tugging on it as he resumes worshiping my ass. His tongue teases me, expertly working my hole, slipping inside and fucking me.

"Oh, fuck, I love that, yes! Keep going, oh, yes!" I cry out. He keeps going, not coming up for air. My hands work his cock, and clearly his cock loves it. He's now fully hard again. I think my mouth wants a turn. I make sure to keep my ass arched for him while I lean down and start sucking him.

We work each other for a while, his cock pulsating while my ass is begging for more.

"I want to try again." I say.

"Okay, let's!" He caresses the sides of my torso. With a little difficulty, I readjust my body so I'm facing him and my ass is sitting against his rock hard cock. "I'm gonna try some fingers first, alright?" He asks, looking up at me for confirmation.

"Yes." I breathe.

He brings his right hand up to my mouth, holding two fingers - his pointer and middle - out. "Suck." His voice makes it clear it's not a request, it's an order. More like a dare, almost. A dare to not give in to him - not that I would ever want to deny him. I open my mouth, letting his fingers slip between my lips. I look down at him, my eyes meeting his, as I swirl my tongue around his fingers, wetting them well.

He slides them in all the way, then back out. His thumb rubs the corner of my mouth gently, then slides his fingers back in.

"There's a good lad." He smirks up at me. "Turns out the birthday boy is a hungry little whore." He pulls them out.

"I'm only a whore for you." I smile. "And a good cookie."

"That about sums you up." He grins. I lean down and kiss him. He, unlike me, manages to stay focused and starts circling my hole with his fingers. He slowly teases his way in, as if asking my body for permission.

He keeps my lips on his. I take every bit of his lips and tongue he lets me, our lips loving the taste of each other. His first set of knuckles make their way inside me. He pulls back, pauses, then pushes back in. He keeps the pace slow, repeating this process, warming me up.

"You okay?" He asks. I tell him I am. I finally feel him push deeper inside me, I let out a moan in his mouth.

"That feels so good, Matty." I cry out.

"Good." He presses a soft kiss to my temple, resting his chin on my shoulder and holding me tight to him with his free arm. I nibble at his shoulder and neck.

After another minute of slow fingering, he picks it up, moving in a constant rhythm, in and out, in and out. I hold onto him tight, pushing my ass back onto his fingers.

"I want it." I beg him. "I need it, Matty. Please." I beg him.

"Alright." He pulls his fingers out. "My cock is desperate to get inside you." He whispers.

He taps my ass with his rock hard cock, the sound of him hitting my butt echoes in my ears. It's so hot, I roll my eyes and breathe in.

He presses the tip of his cock against my hole, ever so slightly pushing against it. "Ready?" He asks.

"Yes, please." I answer. He pushes in, the head of his cock sliding in with much less difficulty than the first try. "Ohhhhh." I moan.

"Tight as fuck, I think even more than usual." He says.

"I'd like to offer a second possibility..." I start. "Your cock got thicker." He laughs.

He leans his head back to look at my face. "Touché." His smile is big, his face turning a little red. "I could agree with that, but I would have to add that it is only due to you turning me on so much that my cock had no choice but to get thicker to hold more blood." He looks at me with a grin on his face, his eyes shining so bright.

"I don't think that's how it works." I giggle.

"Alright." He kisses my cheek, then my lips. He focuses on pushing his cock in further, and he does so successfully.

I breathe in and out, focusing on relaxing my body to take him. It works, he's able to bury his entire shaft inside me. He pauses for just a few seconds, letting me adjust. Then slides out almost all the way. He gives me a small break, then pushes back in slowly, all the way.

"How are you doing?" He asks.

"Needy. For you." I remark. "Good, I'm good." I answer truthfully.

"Good. I'm gonna pick it up soon, okay?"

"Go for it. I'm great, go hard, please." I beg.

He slides his hands down, grabbing my ass and squeezing hard. He thrusts himself up into me, my hole tightening around his thickness. "So." He gives another thrust. "Fucking." Another thrust. "Tight." He growls, giving one more intense jab.

"Ah! Yes!" I moan. The quick jabs done, he brings his hips up and down in a more steady rhythm. His strong hands grip my butt cheeks firmly, pushing and pulling my ass with his thrusts. My fingernails dig into his shoulder blades as I hold on for dear life, my throat letting one "Ah" escape after another. His big balls swing up into my ass, making a smacking sound with each thrust upwards. He's holding me steady now, letting his hips do all the work, moving them up and down, bouncing between me and the couch. If he keeps this up we're gonna need to replace this couch.