Bit of a shorter story here. About mid October last year, a friend from school who I hadn’t seen in a long time invited me to his pool party, his family was obscenely wealthy and they lived in a huge house with a stunning river view. His cousin Matt and I began chatting, bonding over a tattoo he had of a symbol from Bionicle, which happened to be both our favourite thing as little kids. Matt was a gorgeous man, tall, dark, handsome with a beautifully trimmed beard and shaggy chest. As we chatted for a bit longer he began casually telling stories mentioning his ex and I noticed he said “he”, which my overthinking self read as an opportunity to flirt.

As we got closer, we were both clearly testing the waters with touching each other, flirting increasingly until he asked me to kiss him under his breath. I had an arm around his waist and to my surprise, as his tongue wrapped around mine, his hand grabbed onto my semi that had sort of crept up on both of us, but I realised had been very visibly clinging to my wet shorts for the last 10-15 minutes.

At this point it was about 9pm and calls to kick on into the city had already begun, we noticed we were two of the last 5 left there so between us we ordered two Ubers and got changed into dry clothes suitable for clubbing. He had a very revealing thin shirt on that he didn’t bother to button up, and some very short shorts, I wore jeans and a hoodie. We kindly refused offers to get in an Uber with the others and when theirs arrived, we sat on the front lawn for another 5-10 before ours did, kissing and touching each other.

Once we got into our Uber, Matt felt emboldened to start talking dirty to me. “I really wanna suck your big cock in this Uber” he said, a little drunk and with a very sultry tone. I felt his bulge, he was rock hard and pretty long. We both began stroking one another, his strong hands feeling amazing on my shaft as I watched his big muscles ripple, the tight shirt accentuating his bodybuilder-like physique. He leant down and began immediately gagging on my throbbing cock, whilst still stroking it with one hand and playing with my balls with the other. The Uber driver, concerned that he was vomiting on the seat, turned around to see what was probably two more cocks than he’d hoped for.

We were kicked out a kilometre from the club, and Matt’s Uber account got banned that night. We ended up walking to the popular gay bar in town and hooking up in the bathroom, before I took Matt home. We linked a few more times but I cut contact when I realised his personal beliefs weren’t really compatible with mine.