Lightning flashed through the large windows of Matthew’s room, momentarily lighting up the candlelit quarters. The dark crimson curtains were slightly pulled back, allowing the loud rumblings of thunder boom against the windowpane. Rain fell quickly, a heavy downpour leaking from the huge gray Cumulous clouds hanging in the midnight sky. Large droplets of water panged against the solid glass, the entire room glowing with the flickering flames of a few lanterns. A brunette and a blonde lie on the humungous bed, their passion evidently tangled between the ivory-colored linen.
Christian moaned. How he found himself in Monsieur Hardy’s living quarters, was beyond him. He was quite drunk, as a matter of fact. The ‘grape juice’ that Matthew had given him made him dizzy at first, but he soon learned to adjust. He told Matthew about his music teacher, Monsieur Adam Copeland, and how he thought he was in love. Playing the flute really didn’t have much importance to him until Monsieur Copeland began writing him love letters. Letters that said how he felt, and how they could run away together and lead the perfect life. He was smitten.
He faintly recalled Monsieur Hardy asking him to play the flute for his amusement, Christian readily agreeing. It so happened Monsieur Hardy had another flute. Matthew explained they were one in the same. Both made of wood and extremely hard. When Matthew yanked down his trousers, Christian was momentarily stunned. Matthew poured him some more juice, and by the end of their conversation he had seduced Christian into giving him a blowjob.
Christian now lay on the bed, his nude body glistening with perspiration and the cold juice that Matthew had poured all over his body. His lightly muscular arms were stretched out above his body, tangled in his own blonde locks as his head rolled back and forth on the pillows. His rippled stomach muscles contracted as the searing heat of Matthew’s mouth wetly slipping up and down his cock. His fingers were tangled in the brunette’s pretty curls, which were splayed against the smooth skin of his thighs. The young blonde shamelessly guided the older man’s bobbing head up and down his dripping erection, his heels digging into the mattress.
Christian’s lusty, turquoise gaze fluttering shut as Matthew’s mouth sucked him into utter submission. His head swirled with bright colors, feeling himself spiraling closer towards release. His first. He had a feeling he wasn’t going to be a virgin after this night was over, and although he loved someone else, he was absolutely lost in the way Matthew made him feel.
Matthew’s tongue slipped up and down the underside of the younger man’s shaft, incensed to make the blonde cum down his throat. The brunette smirked around Christian’s cock, the warm roof of his mouth creating the most incredible friction against the blonde’s length. He was determined to pervert the young man, especially after reading that letter.
The blonde’s stupid bitch of a mother informed Jeffrey of his evil status, and possible intentions. So he arranged for Christian to meet him at Jericho’s residence, which was always open for his frolicking. He grinned, his tongue obscenely swirling at the tip of Christian’s cock before deep-throating his member once more. His fingers pinched and squeezed at the blonde’s sack, softly mewling against the pale curls nestled at the base of his cock.
With a skillful flicker of his tongue combined with a deep moan, he heard Christian’s soft yip, the younger man’s hips jerking up towards his mouth. Matthew expertly drank down the blonde’s load, swallowing spurt after spurt of his sweetly-thick cum. He released Christian with a soft sigh, deeply kissing the blonde as he crawled down to him.
“T-That was exquisite...”, Christian moaned as he kissed at the brunette’s mouth, his warm fingers trailing down to Matthew’s burgeoning erection. The older man smiled, quite confident of his own abilities.
“I know...”, Matthew briefly winked into Christian’s gaze, sighing against the blonde’s neck as the younger man firmly stroked his cock.
He wanted to fuck him, and the fiery look in his chocolate eyes said it all. He stared into Christian’s eyes for a moment, the young blonde timidly turning over to rise up onto his hands and knees. Matthew reached down to wrap his fingers around his own cock, gingerly coating his fingers in his own gooey pre-cum.
Christian shuddered as he felt Matthew’s cum-slickened fingers teasing at his entrance, his mouth slightly gaping open as the fingers easily pushed into his tiny hole. His hips willingly rocked back against the brunette’s hand, moaning as he felt the sticky set of fingers stretching his opening. He was nervous. Matthew’s soft, deep voice rang in his ears, forcing him to relax and spread his legs even wider. He could feel Matthew’s fingers curving, as if he was searching for something. As a loud shriek tore from his lips, the older man’s fingertips brushed against a spot deep inside. It felt so incredible that Christian began to tremble, tiny gasps parting from his mouth as bolts of pleasure shot throughout his body.
Matthew smirked. This was easier than he thought. Christian was so fucking niave that it didn’t even take more than a few words to convince him to give himself to Matthew’s whim. The brunette leaned over to run his fingers against Christian’s spine, beautiful golden locks of hair brushing against the tanned skin of the younger man’s back. His fingers began to move faster, plunging in and out of the blonde’s puckered opening. He wetly slid his fingers out of Christian’s ass, the soft moans and whimpers filling the spacious quarters as he rose up onto his knees.
With a soft moan, he reached down to squeeze his cock, smearing his pre-cum against Christian’s awaiting entrance. He briefly marked the younger boy with his initials, brushing his cockhead against each supple globe of the blonde’s ass. He didn’t even bother to warn Christian how much it might hurt initially, attaching his hands to the luscious curves of the younger man’s hips. He thrust forward, burying himself in the blonde’s wonderful tightness in one hard push. He moaned. Goddamn. Christian’s ass was superbly tight and warm, and it took all of his willpower not to fuck him through the mattress. Besides, he was gentle when he wanted to be. Ha.
Christian nearly fainted. Tears welled up in his anxious eyes as he felt Matthew’s sizable cock buried to the hilt within his ass. He bit back a loud cry, struggling not to collapse against the bed. He trembled, licking at his lips as his eyes shut tight. He braced himself up on his hands and knees, adjusting to the enormous size and girth of the brunette’s cock. It hurt, yes. He deeply sighed, willing himself to relax and not focus on the pain. He slowly began to rock back against Matthew’s cock, moaning incoherently as the older man began to thrust into his backside.
Matthew gripped tight to Christian’s hips, beginning to push in and out of the blonde’s delicious ass. Within a few minutes, he felt Christian’s inner walls loosening a bit, eagerly accepting his thick cock. Matthew groaned softly, swiftly pumping into the younger man’s ass. He gasped as he felt Christian’s hips jerking back against his own, the soft sound of their flesh slapping together filling his ears. The brunette closed his eyes, directly aiming his thrusts to graze Christian’s prostate with each plunge. He could feel the blonde shuddering against him, and that made him smirk. To know that he took Christian’s virginity filled him with a great sense of pride, a devious feeling of control he exhibited over the blonde. Matthew lost himself to his own pleasure, biting at his plump bottom lip as he relentlessly rammed his cock into the staggering heat of Christian’s ass.
Christian gripped the silk linen tight in his fists, the glossy paint coating his fingernails shining against the dull glow of the candles. He thrust his ass back against Matthew’s cock, his breathing erratic as he spiraled closer to a powerful orgasm. He gasped as Matthew expertly pistoned his hips against his spot, his mouth falling open as he felt a slick hand closing around his cock. He trembled as Matthew stroked him in perfect rhythm with his forceful thrusts, his lower lip quivering as he cried out. Inhaling sharply, he felt jets of cum spurting from his cock, falling against the sheets. He shook with the intensity of his wanton pleasure, his entire body stiff as his upper body slumped against the mattress. Sweaty, damp wisps of blonde hair fell over his face as he buried his forehead against the pillows, desperately moaning out Matthew’s name. It was shameful, he knew, but the pleasure felt so mind-blowing that he didn’t care.
Matthew grinned, sharply snapping his hips forward before spilling deep into Christian’s ass, his inner muscles methodically clenching around his cock. His hot, boiling seed spurted inside of the blonde’s spasming tunnel, his head falling back as he came. Silken waves of raven-colored curls fell down his back, the dampened moisture glowing against the flames. With a sigh, he pulled out of Christian, the blonde slumped against the bed. He was positive that the younger man passed out, chuckling to himself as he rolled off the blankets to step into a pair of silk pants.
He strolled over to his desk, the bare slap of his feet thumping against the hardwood floors. He ran his fingertips over the leather cover of his personal journal, which was his most prized possession. He had written in it all of his private conquests and devilish affairs, describing how he felt about mostly everyone. From Christopher to Jeffrey, to even Monsieur Adam Copeland. His plans were carefully mapped out, to the point where it was so intensely important that he kept the drawer locked at all times. Carefully, he pulled out a crisp piece of paper and a quill pen, grabbing a bottle of ink.
He stretched out on the bed, placing the piece of paper onto the smooth skin of one of the succulent cheeks of Christian’s ass. He dipped the tip of the quill pen into the indigo liquid, meticulously swirling the apex of the writing instrument against the blank paper. He was prepared to write Jeffrey. Truth be told, he thought about him all day. Even while he was fucking Christian. With slight smile, he wrote. Wrote what he thought Jeffrey wanted to hear, and even what he knew he didn’t. His perfect penmanship clearly showed against the colorless page, smirking at the beginning line.
Dearest Jeffrey,
I just came...
Matthew paused to snicker. What did he say that wasn’t true? Only instead, he came in Christian’s ass. Eh, nonetheless.
..to my desk to write you on a rainy night. I do miss your presence already. I think of you all the time, and how much I really do fancy being around you. I cannot get the images of us together out of my mind, and I know my intentions might appear to be devious, but I promise you of none the sort.
Sometimes I find myself sincerely smiling at something that reminds me of you, or even reflects your incredible personality. I sincerely hope you’re thinking about me as often as I think of you.
Things are going well back at home, and I will visit you as soon as I can. I hope by then you will allow me to pursue my emotions for you, and return the deep sentiments. I do wish I were there to smile into the enrapturing beauty of your emerald orbs, for they truly make me weak.
My heart aches to love you, and my arms pain to hold you. I love you, Jeffrey. More than life itself.
Yours Alone,
Matthew
Matthew grinned, giving the letter a soft kiss before sealing it. He carefully sprayed his familiar scent against the paper, hoping to give Jeffrey some erotic, late-night thoughts. He peered up at the resting Christian with a smirk. His ass was so firm. Nice to write on. Matthew laughed quietly, crawling off the bed to place the letter in a basket at the doorway, knowing one of his servants would come pick it up later that morning. Good. The letter would arrive at to Jeffrey later in the afternoon. Matthew sighed wistfully, his thoughts transferring to the way Jeffrey giggled and smiled as he held him in the water.
Closing his eyes momentarily, he could imagine them back in the pool, his cock buried deep within Jeffrey’s ass as he held him from behind. He could feel Jeffrey’s fingers already laced in his dark curls, the soft, breathy moans ringing in his ears as he plunged into the younger man over and over. His fingers would wetly slip into the curves of Jeffrey’s hips, his lips gently pressed against the younger man’s neck as he passionately took him from behind. His fist would firmly stroke Jeffrey’s cock until he came all over his hand, of which Matthew would tenderly sink his teeth into the younger man’s flesh, reveling in their concurrent release. Matthew briefly shuddered, blinking out of his wanton fantasy. He shook his head, falling back against the bed and shutting his eyes.
Maybe he had more feelings for Jeffrey than he would admit to. In a way, he was embarrassed to feel this way. Love just wasn’t for him. It never would be, and that sentiment he would maintain until the day he died. Running a hand through his tousled curls, he slowly fell asleep. His thoughts remained on Jeffrey, whether he liked it or not..