An Evening with Andre
Matt made his way to Andre's house in the East End near the lake. It was a neighbourhood he didn't know that well and he realized he was curious to see how he lived, since he assumed Andre had lots of money. This made him think about how well his team was doing. For two weeks after they had 'won' the monthly investment targets, their portfolio continued to out-perform their most generous estimates. Since they started, the total worth had increased by half, which Matt thought was unheard of.
The night before he was to meet with Andre, Matt had been in Tom's bed, the sheets damp with sweat and cum, and he had asked him about Andre and what to expect.
Tom, who had been lying on his back, turned to him and kissed his nose. “Oh, Andre. He's a cool guy. Nothing like Jack, but at the same time, he's got...I don't know...complicated tastes.”
Matt had run his hand over Tom's chest, enjoying the sheen of sweat. It had been a hot evening and the early June air had felt like August. “Complicated? Do you mean sexually?”
“Yeah. He and his partner are into some dominance/submission stuff, among other things. You know, being tied up, a little pain, a little fetish or two. Nothing too intense.”
Tom looked thoughtful, as if he was remembering something. Matt took his hand. “You've experienced this?”
He turned to Matt, grinning. “Yeah. It was way fun. But I wouldn't want to do it all the time.”
He leaned over and kissed Tom's shoulder, then licked his way over to his nipple. He had fucked Tom after dinner, and they had lain in bed ever since while the light faded, and evening descended. Matt's cock was waking up again. He had tongued the hardening nipples, then had bit them lightly. Tom had moaned. “I'm going to fuck you if you keep that up.”
Matt stopped and said, “Well, I think I'm going to get together with Andre and see where he stands.”
Tom had turned again and kissed him. “He's a good guy...and so is his partner.”
“What's he like?”
Tom had thought a moment. “George is a bit like you. You would never imagine he likes to be all dominant. Sweet guy.”
Matt had realized he was intrigued. And a little turned on. He had always had a vague interest in being dominated, so this was, he had thought, an opportunity to learn something and have an interesting experience.
The heat was heavy and he said, “As much as I want you to fuck me, I think we need to just sleep.”
Tom had looked relieved. “I'm so glad you said that. I'm beat.”
They had kissed for a while, then Tom dozed off, his head tucked into Matt's shoulder.
Matt got off the streetcar on Kingston Road and walked down Birchcliffe, past big, respectable houses, until he got to the one he wanted. It was like the others, not old, but big, with a deep front lawn and nicely designed flowerbeds. He knocked on the door and Andre opened it almost immediately. Matt remembered his eyes which were an almost creamy brown set off by his blondish hair. He was surprised that he had remembered him as larger, because he was slim and in his shorts and a black t-shirt, his arms were taut and his legs looked like he did a lot of running. What really surprised him was the fact that he was slightly shorter than Matt.
Andre gave him a big smile and said, “Matt! It's so nice to see you again.”
He threw his arms around Matt and pulled him close which was a surprise, but felt really good. Matt could smell a nice, citrusy cologne. “Hey, Andre. Nice to see you with clothes on.”
With a little laugh, he ushered Matt into the house, which was dark and cool, modern but somehow not blank like so many modern houses. “Where's George?”
“Oh, he's in the back yard with the wine.”
Andre led him through the house and Matt admired the original art on the walls and the tasteful mid-century furniture, all mahogany and expensive-looking.
They got to a set of sliding glass doors and walked out into another world. The trees were big and surrounded the whole yard. He could just see the roofs of the houses next door throughs the trees and tall cedar hedge that surrounded the yard. The lawn was thick and healthy. A few redwood lounge chairs were arranged in a circle and in one was a guy who looked a bit like Andre but he was more built and had close cropped brown hair. He got up when he saw them, beaming. “Matt, I've heard so much about you.”
He leaned close and kissed Matt on both cheeks as if he was French. He clearly wasn't and in fact sounded like he was from Newfoundland.
Andre said, “Sit. Wine?”
Matt felt comfortable right away. “Yeah, that would be nice.”
Once they were all sitting, Andre said, “So, Matt. I'm curious to know why you wanted to meet. I mean formally, of course.”
With a little laugh, Matt said, “Formally. That's a good word. Well, I've been trying to get to know some of the members who were still strangers to me, and you were on the list.”
“I'm flattered.” He took a sip of his wine. “Anything you want to know?”
Suddenly, Matt felt a little unsure of himself. But he plunged in. “I don't know. I just want to feel closer to the other members, understand them, get to know them. And them get to know me, of course. Our group has met with a couple of the other groups. It's been nice.” He decided not to say anything about the epic fuck he had had with Charles' group.
But Andre gave him a little smile. “Naughty boy. I've heard about what you guys got up to. It sounded really fun.”
Embarrassed, Matt could only nod and sipped his wine. He was aware of George's eyes on him.
Then Andre said, “And I get the sense that you want the Society to feel a bit different than it does? More,” and he looked at George for a second, “Intimate. Friendly.”
Matt realized that word travelled fast in this group. “I suppose that's true. I've made some very close friends in the Society, and I want to make more.”
Andre shook his head and said, “I agree with you, Matt. There's nothing wrong with affection and caring as well as making a lot of money, is there?”
These were the words he was hoping to hear. He took a breath and leaned back in the lounger. “Yeah, that's right. I'm glad to hear you say that.”
“But Matt, that is not the way Jack sees things. He's not a mean guy, but he does think that emotions get in the way, cloud things.”
Uncomfortable again, Matt said, “Yes, I know. Jack told me.”
George, who had been silent, said, “I'm sure he did. But Matt, we agree with you, but Jack is the head of the organization. He was elected five years ago. He doesn't like what you're doing.”
Andre said, “Yes it's true. But I have a feeling this may change. Let's put it this way, Matt. You have my support. As close as I am to Jack, I think what you and your group are doing is the right thing to do. And you're proving it by being the top performer and I see that you're well on the way to repeating it this month.”
That was a surprise, but felt really good. He watched George get up and go into the house and somehow he knew something was up.
Andre was sitting, a little smile on his face. Then he said, “So Matt, I also hear you're getting to know members better so I guess this is the part where you get to know me better. How do you feel about getting tied up a little?”
Excited, his short starting to feel full of cock, he said, “That sounds really interesting.”
Andre's smile got bigger. “Really? That is really good. Oh, here is George.”
Then George was beside him wearing a little pair of leather shorts with silver studs on the seams that showed off his strong legs. He was wearing nothing else. He was also holding a slender rope. He grinned at Matt and said, “Do I have your permission to order you around for a while? I promise it will be really fun.”
Matt could tell that George was hard under his leather shorts and he wanted to get in there, but he said,
“That would be just fine with me.”
“Good. Now get on your knees.”
Matt got out of the lounge chair and knelt on the grass. George went behind him and gently pulled his arms behind him and tied his wrists together. Not too tight, but just tight enough. Matt felt both excited and a little scared and he liked the combination.
He looked around the yard, realizing it felt strange to be doing this outside. He would have expected a dark dungeon full of equipment he didn't quite know the purpose of. He was sure these two had one of those as well.
Andre came around and Matt saw that he had shucked his shirt and shorts and was wearing a little leather jock that barely held his cock, which was also hard. Matt remembered when it had been down his throat and got even more excited. He leaned down to Matt and kissed him sweetly. “I'm really glad you're here Matt. George and I fantasized about having you over.”
“Really? I'm flattered.”
The three of them laughed. Andre said, “I need to go get something.” He walked in the house. Matt admired his ass muscles as he walked away. Firm and plump. He imagined getting there with his tongue.
George walked around him in a slow circle. He said, “I'm going to pull your shirt off now.” Which he did. Then he leaned down and undid Matt's shorts. “Stand up.” He pulled his shorts down and Matt stepped out of them. His briefs were not at all hiding the hard piece of muscle in them. George laughed. “A little excited, are we?”
Grinning, Matt said, “I am.”
George grabbed his briefs by the waistband and slid them down. He liked the feel of the breeze on his cock and his bare ass. “Kneel.”
Matt knelt and saw Andre coming back with a riding crop. He was getting really turned on. He looked down at his dick which had a blog of juice on the end. George saw it too and reached down and scooped it off and fed it to him. “Nice little piggy. You like cum, Matt? I hear you do.”
Matt was beside himself. “Yeah, I fucking do.”
Andrew chuckled. “If you're a good boy, maybe you'll get some.”
He watched George go back in the house, then it was Andre's turn to walk around him. He ran the head of the crop over his back, then his stomach, then down to his ass where he tapped it lightly on the soft flesh of his butt, then around again and slid the head up and down his prick and few times which felt insanely sensual. He moaned and his cock produced more shiny liquid. “You're a leaky boy, Matt.” He reached down and collected it on his fingers and brought to his own mouth, looking directly at Matt. “Delicious.”
George returned with what looked like a black handkerchief and a little jar and Matt saw about two centimetres of whitish liquid in it. He could barely think but said, “Is that...”
With a big grin, George said, “We keep a jar of cum in the fridge for times like this. It's fresh, don't worry. We had guests last night and they obliged us by giving us samples.”
Now Matt was going crazy. His dick was pouring. Andre took the black cloth and as Matt expected, wrapped it over his eyes and tied it at the back of his head.
He heard Andre's voice. “Ok, Matt. Just go with it.”
He felt one of them get closer to him and then the head of a cock pressed against his lips. “Suck, Matt. You're a little cum pig, aren't you?”
Matt had to agree. “Yes. I am.”
“Good.” And the cock pressed into his mouth until it was all in and whoever's it was, their balls were resting on his chin. The cock stayed still and Matt could taste it, taste the heat and the soft sides of it. He wanted to suck, but knew he had to stay still. There was the first smack of the crop on his ass. Not that hard, but just hard enough. The second was harder. Then the third harder still.
The pain was not really pain. It was like the best kind of pleasure. It reminded him of the bigger cocks in his ass – even Jack's - that felt impossibly big and amazing at the same time. He moaned.
He heard George's voice. “You like that cocksucker, don't you.”
It was obvious Matt couldn't answer with his mouth full of hard flesh. The crop connected again and the skin of his ass which was on fire. Then he felt someone behind him, and another cock started to press into his ass. It pushed in a bit then the crop came down, then pushed some more. The pain and the pleasure were all one. Then whoever it was began to fuck him, but each time they thrust, they managed to slash his ass with the crop. He assumed it was Andre.
The cock in his mouth – presumably George's – started to move, started to push, then slid back and push again. The two cocks and the crop began to take on a rhythm and Matt felt himself taken over by pure sensation. He lost all sense of time and place and all he could do was feel full of throbbing flesh, and his skin glowing from the sting of the crop. Over and over. It was like fucked-up music burning with its own energy and he was the dance floor on which they were dancing.
He lost track of time but was aware that the fucking got faster, the cock in his mouth moved more deeply and the crop kept time until, without warning, the cock in his mouth began to spew cum, then the cock was pulled out and he felt the hot sticky liquid splatter on his face. He heard George growl, “Take my cum, little pig.”
He swallowed what was in his mouth, but enjoyed the rest that was coating his cheeks, his lips, his forehead. Andre was fucking fast, with short thrusts and he was grunting each time, and the crop alternated on his ass cheeks each time. Finally, Andre pulled out and he could hear him move around to his front. “Don't open your mouth, cum pig. You're going to take this on your face.”
He heard him breathing heavily, then he felt cum begin to hit his cheek and his lips in long, hot splashes, drooling off his now and his cheeks. He couldn't believe how much there was. He wanted to lick it off, but knew he had to take it.
When the cum stopped, he felt Andre wipe his cock through the cum on his face. “Good little cum pig. Well done.”
The blindfold was removed, then there was George with the jar. “Open you mouth, pig.” He did and some of Andre's cum oozed into his mouth and onto his tongue. Then he tipped the jar and all that cum started to pour into his mouth, It coated his tongue, his teeth and began to pool. The taste was intense and complicated, and Matt almost came without touching himself. He moaned but it came out like a gurgle. Once the jar was empty, George leaned down and then said, “Don't you dare swallow, cum pig. Wait.”
And George knelt down and started to jack Matt's cock slowly, but Matt whined and he looked down as his dick exploded. George was holding the jar at the end of his prick and he collected the cum and brought it to his mouth and he added it, with a long drool from the jar, to the mouthful he already had. “Swallow, cum pig.”
Matt swallowed. The taste was overwhelming but he was beyond thought. Never in his life had he felt so deliciously degraded and turned on. Once the cum was gone, he felt Andre undo the rope around his wrists and gently pull him up. Andre kissed him and used the blindfold to tenderly wipe his face off. “You all right?”
Matt took a deep breath and said, “Oh yeah. I'm fine. Amazing. Thank you.”
George chuckled. “You're welcome. Come sit and have some wine.”
He sat, feeling light-headed and they talked about trivial things until Matt's mind returned. He had loved it, but as Tom had said, he didn't think he would want to do it again. That was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. But he was glad he had done it. And, to the point, he felt he knew Andre – and George – better. When he finally left after a nice dinner under the waning light, they both embraced him and kissed him warmly. Just before he left, Andre said, “You can come by any time. And don't worry, we won't do that again, but we can just hang out and fuck like normal people.”
Matt kissed him intensely, enjoying his trim, strong body against his, then did the same with George. Sexy dudes, he thought.
When he got home, he contacted Rory. He wanted to see his face as if he needed a dose of reality. When Rory appeared, he told him what had happened. Rory seemed happy and said, “I wish I could have seen you take that cum! I've heard about those two and their cum games. I'm jealous.”
Matt said, “Maybe we can both go over some times and try it out.”
Rory grinned then said, “How are the investments?”
“Doing amazing. I can't quite believe it.”
“I bet Jack will have something to think about. You guys are proving him wrong.”
“I guess we are.”
They talked for a while and signed off. Matt missed him. Of all the guys he was now close to, Rory was still the one he wanted to be around the most. Even Tom, as much as he felt a lot of affection for him, was not Rory. The realization struck him. Was he falling in love? He wasn't expecting that and then he wondered why he wasn't. It made sense that he would fall for someone. And it wasn't just that Rory was the first guy he really had good sex with, although that was part of it. He had now fucked and been fucked by a bunch of guys, but Rory was the guy, he realized. It wasn't about sex. It was his pale hair, his bright eyes, his soft voice...so many things. He wished he was nearby so he could just be held by him, Yeah, maybe be fucked by him, but that was just a vehicle for the affection. Or maybe it was love.
At their Monday morning meeting, they celebrated their gains again, worked up a new investment direction, identifying some funds that the Manual suggested. Nicholas said, “We're doing so well you, guys. I'm really proud of us.”
Marco laughed, “Me, too! It's awesome.”
Liam agreed. After the others had signed off, Matt said to Liam, “Are you up for dinner later?”
Liam smiled, which felt nice and they agreed to meet at seven at a pub near Liam's house.
When Matt got to the pub, Liam was already there in a booth in the corner. It was too hot to be outside and Matt was glad of the dim, cool lighting.
He gave Liam a hug and said, “Nice to see you.” He kissed Liam affectionately.
Once they had ordered, Matt said, “I was wondering about something, Liam. Since you're his cousin, I wanted to ask you...this feels awkward for some reason...well, I'm totally falling for Rory. I guess that's really it.”
Liam reached across and took his hand. “I'm glad. I think you are two are amazing together. What about Tom?”
Matt winced. “Yeah, Tom. He's amazing. I like him so much and we get along so well, but he feels more like a brother or something. It's not the same.”
“A brother who fucks you...”
“Yeah, well, you're one to talk.”
Liam chuckled. “A little incest never hurt anyone.”
Matt sipped his beer. “But seriously, do you think Rory feels the same way?”
“Matt, you're sounding like a sixteen year old. Of course he loves you. He talks about you all the time whenever we connect. I was just waiting for one of you to actually come out and say it.”
“Really! He does? That's amazing. I feel so much better. Do you know when he's coming to town again?”
Liam thought a moment. “Not sure, but I think maybe for a couple of weeks at the end of June.”
Matt got excited. He started making plans in his head.
They finished their burgers and Liam said, “You want to come by...?”
Matt grinned. “Fuck yes.”
Once in Liam's house, and in his bedroom, he pushed Liam on the bed and did a little strip tease, sliding his shirt over his chest, then very seductively pulling his shorts down over his strong thighs. Liam lay there, rubbing the bulge in his shorts with a little grin on his face. Then Matt had a thought, inspired by the evening he had at Andre's house. He looked outside and it was almost completely dark. He leaned down and licked up Liam's chin, sliding his tongue in his mouth, then said, “Can we go outside to the deck? I've recently discovered how much fun it is to get fucked outside.
Liam sat up, stepping out of his shorts. “Fuck yes.” He grabbed Matt's hand and pulled him down the stairs and out to his big deck that was indeed dark.
Matt kissed him and said, “On the table. I want you to fuck me on the table.”
So Matt crawled up presented his ass to Liam on his hands and knees. Liam got up and spat on his cock a few times, then began to push into Matt, who writhed his hips to get him in. He was beginning to like it when there wasn't a lot of lube, but with the natural juices of a cock. It was tight and almost hurt, but not quite, and he was starting to get off on the intensity.
Liam started slow, but soon was thrusting at a good pace, and Matt was jacking his cock in time. The air was cooler and there was a nice breeze, and Matt fantasized that the neighbours were watching, maybe inspired to have sex themselves. There was a little part of him that wondered who he had become, but as Liam said, “Fuck, Matt, I'm filling your ass,” he stopped thinking about it. And he didn't think about it when he came in big splashes all over the table which he leaned down and licked up.
Sated, he turned to Liam and they necked for a while, until Liam took him by the hand and led him to bed. As they walked up the stairs, Matt admired his red hair that seemed to glow in the half light. Such a good friend, he thought. I have such good friends. And now, maybe, he had a new relationship. Someone he loved. Now that was a trip.
