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We had been really pleased with how the interview had turned out, Matt had been quoted pretty much perfectly throughout. However, it was the photos that got most of the attention. They had picked one of Matt shirtless that was then used often in other outlets. And then there was the one where Matt was seen in profile in a picture with me, where his big ass had been hard to miss. People had gone crazy over that online, even prompting an article in Queerty with the headline: ‘Is Matt Burne the BOTTOM in his relationship?’
A 2018 highlight though had been when we got asked to be on a float during San Francisco PrideFest. People actually recognized us, which was odd. Especially at the afterparty, people came up to us, especially Matt, to take a selfie. The day had been quite overwhelming for Matt, who had fainted toward the end of the parade. We had both had the most amazing time though. Queerty had posted pictures of us on the float in an article and had reported on the fainting. Otherwise it had been great to see the photos of the two of us holding each other, waving to the crowds in our pink tanktops. I was really pleased with how we looked.
There came a point where we got a bit tired of the attention. It had been strange to be a well-known face, yet only in queer circles. In our apartment building, I’m pretty sure no-one had been aware. When we went to SF, everything was different. Of course in both our jobs, people found out. Thankfully both of our employers had been cool with it. Though it had become a bit much to go to our jobs like usual and deal with requests for interviews and events in our free time. Thankfully after PrideFest the interest slowly faded.
I took my briefcase and got out of the car. I walked toward the apartment. Now that it was the new year, it felt like a fresh start. I had started to save up some money to take Matt somewhere nice, like Bora Bora or Greece, something we had discussed earlier. I had also set aside some money to buy him a ring. It has been almost two and a half years that Matt and I have been together. I felt like it was time. The thought of asking him made me incredibly nervous. Yet I felt like we were both ready. I just needed to mentally prepare for actually asking him.
I opened the front door to an empty living room and kitchen.
“Hey babe, I’m home!”, I yelled.
“In the bathroom!”
I smiled. I took off my jacket and threw it on the sofa with my briefcase. I wandered to the bathroom to greet my boyfriend. When I walked in, I had to take in the sight that I still hadn’t gotten used to. Matt was bent forward over the sink, getting a close look at himself in the mirror as he shaved his face. Naked. I took my time to look at his muscular back and bodacious butt with the slight speedo tan lines before he realized I was in the room.
“Hey babe!”, I finally said.
“Oh hey”, he replied, looking at me, smiling. He quickly washed his razor in the sink before he leaned in to kiss me. He smelled like cleanliness and shaving cream. I felt myself get aroused. I wanted to kiss him more, but he wouldn’t let me.
“No no, no sex. I need to get ready for your thing, I want to take you out to dinner before.”
“Ugh. I don’t wanna go to my thing.”
“Babe, it’ll be fun! And we’ll have the rest of the weekend for a love bubble!”
Every year my company throws this fancy ball type thing in January. I remember two years ago, I was so excited to show off Matt to my co-workers for the first time. Now, it just seemed like an unnecessarily formal event with people I already see too often. Also, it was on a Friday evening, meaning we’d had to cancel visiting my brother, Diane and their kids, which was a Friday tradition.
Begrudgingly, I undressed and took a shower. Matt soon left the bathroom. Once I felt freshened up, I dried myself off and looked at myself in the mirror. I was more and more pleased with my appearance. Living with Matt I had had a healthier diet and had exercised way more. I was objectively no longer the skinny tall boy, even though I still felt like that on the inside. I entered the bedroom to get changed and saw Matt wearing tighty whities and an unbuttoned red shirt. His sculpted abs popped right out in the middle. I opted for my black shirt, we both chose khaki pants, so that we kind of matched.
Matt took me to our favorite restaurant, Gino’s. It was actually quite romantic to sit across from him as we were both dressed up. Knowing it would take a few more hours before I could actually sleep with him, dampened the mood only slightly.
When we got to the event, I realized it was going to be even tougher. Matt’s bubble butt looked absolutely amazing in the khakis. I had to physically stop myself from touching him. We stood at a high table as I saw more and more co-workers coming up to me to say hi. Gregg and his wife stood with us, as well as Patty and her husband. Both Gregg’s wife as well as Patty seemed to be eyeing up and smiling at my Matt, much like they had done the year before.
The night itself wasn’t very exciting. The CEO gave a speech, all the new hires of 2018 were introduced, and many other such formalities. The night ended with the announcement of who had done the most sales over the past year.
“Ah, this is the only reason I showed up”, Gregg told me. I chuckled. Every year they would announce a top 3, and there were some prizes to be won. Two years ago, when I first brought Matt, I was third and won a gift card of some sort. It wasn’t the most amazing prize, but I remember at the time feeling very fortunate to look moderately successful in front of Matt after we had been going out for about four months. I didn’t make the top 3 last year, and I didn’t expect to be named this year either. With all of the distractions going on, I was quite pleased to have had just a regular year. To win, one must put in the extra effort.
Patty was announced as number three, which she seemed genuinely surprised about. Loyd Henry was announced to have been second, which was great as he was a great guy. The company sponsor, Sheraton Hotels, as usual had organized the winning prize which was a three-day stay in a master suite in any of their hotels in Canada, the US or Mexico. It was a pretty good prize. I was quite certain Gregg would win it, he had worked so hard.
“And the top prize with the most sales over 2018 goes to… Alex Andrews!”
I was shocked. The people around my high table cheered, clapped and looked at me. Matt hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Confused, I walked up to the stage where I received an enlarged, cardboard check from some lady from Sheraton Hotels.
I drank several glasses of champagne to celebrate, and everyone I knew at the company came up to me to congratulate me. It was all a bit overwhelming, but amazing. The rest of the night was a blur. Matt drove me home. He hadn’t had any alcohol, whereas I was pretty much drunk. He continued to tell me how proud he was of me, I kept replying with how sexy and beautiful he was.
Matt had to support me while I stumbled into the apartment. The roles were for once reversed. He had me lie down on the bed and took my clothes off for me.
“Yeah…”, I said as he pulled down my pants.
My underwear slightly bulged out. Matt looked at me and smiled. He lay on the bed and pushed his face into my crotch, rubbing his hands over my body. I could feel him kissing and licking my cock through my briefs. I was aware I wasn’t getting fully hard. Even though I hadn’t orgasmed since this morning, the alcohol was probably affecting me too much.
Matt pulled down my underwear and my cock flopped out, semi-hard. Matt wasn’t giving up and sucked on it.
“Your cock is so beautiful”, he said, before going down on me again, practically worshipping my penis.
It felt really good but I knew I wasn’t going to get fully hard. Matt started kissing my stomach, and worked his way up to my face and kissed me passionately.
“Looks like someone is a little too drunk”, he whispered, smiling.
I smiled back.
“There’s only one solution”, I said. I lifted my legs and exposed my hole. I hadn’t bottomed in years, but I was drunk enough to want to.
Matt looked shocked. I saw him thinking it over.
“All right, let’s give it a shot”, he said, smiling.
He was still fully dressed and slowly took his clothes off in front of me. I tried to relax my hole as I looked at him stripping. I put some lube on my fingers and tried fingering myself. When Matt finally took off his white briefs, his cock bounced up and down, hard as a rock. He sat on the bed on his knees and held my legs up by my ankles, my feet resting on his shoulders.
Matt entered me slowly. His cock was far from the biggest I’d ever had fucking me, but just because the time that had passed since I had gotten fucked, it took some time to adjust. Once I felt comfortable, it must have showed on my face, as Matt slowly increased his speed and never broke eye contact. It felt nice to get fucked and be intimate in this way with him. I wasn’t sure if he felt the same. There wasn’t an expression of pleasure on his face, like I was used to when we made love. It was closer to an expression of focus. Also, he was pretty much quiet as I quietly moaned.
It felt weird to see Matt as the one in control, towering above me. Quite nice, but also odd. I much preferred to be in his position and I knew he preferred to be in mine. Yet I could feel Matt’s cock get harder inside of me and at one point he pulled out and came over my stomach. No twitching, no eye rolling, no passing out. Just a few grunts as the cum flew from his cockhead. There were some drops of sweat on his forehead. He smiled. He laid beside me.
“Did you enjoy that?”
I nodded and smiled back to him.
“I prefer… the original way”, he then said.
“I know you do. So do I.”
“Oh thank God”, he said, smiling and kissing me.
I laughed. My cock had gone soft. We fell asleep holding each other.
The next morning I woke up with an aching hard cock and an aching head. The head took up most of my attention. I realized Matt was already up as his spot beside me was empty. I dragged myself out of the bed to find him naked in the kitchen, reading something on his phone on the counter. He heard the door close behind me and turned around, showing me his beautiful front, flaccid as it may have been. He looked me up and down and smiled. I was standing in front of him naked, with my hand massaging my head and a rock hard dick pointing towards him. The kitchen was a few steps down from the bedroom, which meant my erect cock was right at his eye level.
“Feeling all right this morning, mate?”, he asked.
I smiled back. I walked down the steps, my cock flopping about. He watched me intensely as his own cock started to grow.
“Did you make coffee?”, I asked, ignoring his meaningful look.
“Yeah… yeah, sure”, Matt replied distractedly while pouring me a cup.
That morning, as I recovered on the sofa, Matt was looking up Sheraton hotels on his laptop next to me. The decision was made quite easily. He showed me photos of the Sheraton Hotel in Puerto Vallarta.
“This place has a large gay scene, no?”, he asked me.
I nodded.
“But it might be on the other side of the city.”
Matt typed for a while.
“Fifteen minute drive.”
“We’re not going to go there every day, right?”
“Nah, I’d mostly want to relax and be by ourselves.”
“Same”, I said.
Even after the decision, we felt like we needed to make this holiday longer. The three-day stay that the prize had offered, turned out to be two nights. We needed a longer getaway. Going to Bora Bora or Greece seemed to be quite a hassle from Puerto Vallarta. Matt researched our options and it was easier to go to Bora Bora via San Francisco. It was a rather expensive trip, but we had saved up and both felt like we had deserved some special time off. The plan was to stay in Puerto Vallarta for two nights, fly back to San Fran, get a hotel there, and fly to Bora Bora the next day. We got ourselves a romantic private cabin for a week. I was already starting to feel excited.
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