Jake, Dylan and Matty Ch. 07

The next few days at work were kind of the usual, except I moved into my new office.

Nothing like Dylan's, smaller but still with a bigger desk than my old one, a new laptop and desktop with two screens, a great coffeemaker, and most importantly, a leather sofa and coffee table.

Rachel and I popped into a supermarket and bought a large ficus to add greenery to the other stark white office.

I had a view over the car park, and one wall was smoked glass windows with a blind looking into the office.

"I doubt you'll speak to me anymore, Jake" uhukhkhkilhj.

"No, only when I have to", I replied.

"Don't look like that, I'm only joking, Rachel." She smiled.

I caught up on the usual stuff and was looking forward to getting home, sprucing up the flat, and seeing Matty.

I'd booked dinner for two at the Ivy in town; yes, Bournemouth now has one, so I could wine and dine him, even though we have got past that stage!

Perhaps I'll ask him if that's his preference.

So around 7, after a quick shower, I called him.

Not surprisingly, he didn't want to go to the Ivy and would prefer a Mexican or Chinese place where you did not have to wear a jacket to get in. I felt a bit of a fool. Trying to impress him when I didn't have to.

I rebooked the Chinese meal and poured a glass of wine.

Flat cleaned for Saturday night, clean bedding, and it smelt clean and fresh.

I resisted having a wank as I thought I'd cum better tomorrow night for Matty if I got lucky.

Matty insisted that I come to his house first as he wanted to show me something.

I got a taxi to his and knocked at his door at 7 pm.

He opened the door, and I felt a pang of guilt as he greeted me with an amazing kiss, and at a hundred miles an hour, the antics of the week hit me like a steam train.

Wearing a new navy T-shirt, tight jeans that hugged and showed off everywhere they should, and Adidas trainers.

We kissed in his hall, and he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the lounge.

It was almost finished!

" I know a plasterer and a decorator who owed me. I know it needs furniture; what do you think? "The transformation was amazing: newly plastered and painted walls.

"Jake, I would love you to furnish the house on a tight budget, give it your flair, like in your apartment; you have great taste."

"Sounds like a plan, Matty"

He pulled me up close to him and whispered I'm starving; shall we go and eat?"

'Sure, but can we have a quick drink first?"

Matty smiled, and I followed him to the kitchen. Chilled white wine sat in the fridge.

My nerves had gone after the first large glass, so I poured a second and looked at him. I caught him checking me out.

"Do you fancy spending the night? " He asked.

"Sure." I walked over, casual like, and put down my wine glass. I held him round his waist and looked him in the eyes.

He leaned in to kiss me, and then I felt it. My heart started racing. Oh my god, not again. I was falling. Surely not this quickly. The kiss was gentler and more passionate than before.

"Wow", Matty said. That was a really nice kiss. So passionate, "funny. I thought the same," I replied and smiled.

"Let's have that Chinese". I called a cab, which arrived in minutes.

Had to be that Taxi driver!

We both got in the back, and I said, "The Fountain, Chinese, Holdenhurst Rd, please." "Sure he replied, How are you doing?"

"Oh, all good, and you?"

We arrived within 5 minutes. "Here is my card, in case you need me again.

"Thanks", I replied.

"We will need a ride home in a few hours if you're working? " Said Matty

"Sure, give me a call," David replied with a smirk. No way, matey I was thinking.

The restaurant is above a Tesco Express and is quite upmarket.

It reminded me of a James Bond movie, with a huge circular fish tank full of carp and an amazingly model-like hostess.

It was packed mostly with couples and businessmen, with the few odd families dotted about. Not your typical Chinese restaurant, well, except maybe in London.

We were shown to our table and ordered some wine whilst we were handed a menu.

Large round smoked glass tables with tablecloths draped over the table edges.

A lazy Susan in the middle with the hot towells in the centre.

Here was my chance; I quickly looked around. No one was looking at us, and I pretended to drop something and dived under the table.

I went straight for one of Matty's socked feet and undid his trainer. I held the trainer to my nose, and my face was melting.

I licked the inside of the sole, then went to his socked foot and gently pushed it on my face.

So risky, but it made me so hard. I licked and kissed, breathing in the sexually toxic, sweaty Matty scent that I'd grown to love. It was hypnotic. I was addicted.

I saw him undo his zip and, with some effort, pull out his gorgeous leaking cock. No hesitation, and I shoved it slowly in my hungry mouth. Fuk. I started to taste what I love when I heard Matty say, "No, sorry, we're not ready to order yet." Oh, I quickly reversed back into my seat and left Matty to put his leaking meat away.

Matty winked and asked if I fancied Pork Balls. We both laughed when I said "later, yeah?"

"Are you okay, Jake? You look a bit off."

"I'm okay, just ate a bit too much. Would you mind if we walked home instead? I think the fresh air would do me good."

" Sure, Jake, no problem."

However, if this is gonna be a relationship as I was hoping it would be, did I have to tell the truth about Dylan?

By the time we got home, we both agreed to have another bottle in bed because of the lack of furniture.

"I've been wanting this so badly", Matty said.

We both kissed, and he stripped me and got me on all fours

He took off his trainers and pushed my head to his black, thin cotton socks. They were already sweaty, and the trainers were well worn, so they smelled awesome.

I immersed my face into them, kissing and licking them.

Fuk, I could taste it, Dryed cum and sweat... I was starting to spin and high from the rancid black sock giving off his stale sweat and dried cum in my mouth.

He yanked off my pants and shoved his tongue between my cheeks

"Fuk you, taste great, Jake"

He teased and rimmed my hole for ages till my body was aching, and before I knew it, his lubed meat slid inside me.

Fuk it felt big but perfectly fit.

Well, I don't know where his energy came from, but he started pumping my hole as though he hadn't had any sex for a year!

He was holding on to my hips, and my gaping, sweaty hole was opening and loosening up, loving Matty's thick cock

After an age, he pulled out and fell out on the bed, breathing heavy, saying "Jake you are really turning me on tonight"

"Let's have a break and some wine; got any weed with you tonight?" I asked

"Sure", I've pre-rolled quite a few, and with that Matty found his weed tin.

We lit a joint each, drank wine and chilled together. Naked, on the bed.

Chilled tunes playing; it was the best part of the week,

Fed, fucked and chilling. What more could two great guys want?

"Haven't you noticed I still have my other sock on slut?" Matty said.

Fuk he called me slut... That really turned me on

"Leave it on for later, please, Matty."

"Thanks so much for the meal. It was great, Jake."

"My pleasure", I replied.

So I had to go down!

Licking, smelling the toes, through the black cotton and lycra mix material

I could taste more sweat on this one than cum

It was intoxicating. Amazing. Perfect.

MY cock was leaking precum, which he duly noted.

"Looks like someone's getting horny down there, Jake!"

"Only just getting started, Matty"

"I wanna fuk your mouth, Jake, and cum down your throat"

"Fuck I would love that", I replied.

I lay on the bed with my head hanging over the edge.

He slowly teased his meat in and out of my mouth and started fucking it slowly.

The taste was awesome, and I savoured every inch until he gently held my throat and started gaining a rhythm.

I closed my eyes and drifted away. I saw Dylan fucking my face and tweaking his nipples, his broader chest, paler skin and ginger body hair. His smile, his beautiful lips. Suck it slut. My wife never does this.

His huge ginger pubes tickling my nose and his big balls slapping against my chin.

I quickly opened my eyes and saw Matty.

I kept them open but kept drifting away, thinking of Dylan.

Why? I thought I was over this. It was then I knew. I'd never be over this. I am obsessed.

I drifted back to Matty as he announced he was cumming. I swallowed it and loved every drop his cock was exuding, a good few jets of his hot, creamy baby juice.

We soon fell asleep on the bed, but not in each other's arms, as it was not only too hot, but it also concerned me about my Dylan daydream.

We had a nice weekend together, did the usual couple of things, a bit of food shopping for me, watched a movie on Saturday night and had great sex.

Unfortunately, it kept happening.

This time Matty was inside me. I kept daydreaming it was him agan, and his cock pounding me.

I had to keep looking back at Matty and lick his sock to make sure he wasn't.

Matty noticed nothing, thank god.

Sunday evening Matty went back to his, and I finished off some washing, put on Taylor Swift's "I Knew You" and poured myself a large glass of white.

We arranged to see each other on Friday evening, just like the last three weeks.

Mum had cancelled Sunday dinner as Dad had an upset stomach.

I called Mum and had a chat, told her a bit more about Matty and invited us both to Sunday lunch or Bruch next Sunday.

Life was good.

Life was better than it had been in ages.

Monday at 8:15, when I walked in, I remembered it was interview day for my old position.

Dylan and I were conducting the interviews this morning, staggered from 11:30, allowing an hour for each applicant and half an hour to discuss our thoughts.

Dylan knocked on my open office door at 10:00. He had just finished his Monday meeting with Angela and some department heads. "Fancy a Coffee and a catch-up?"

"Sure", I replied."

Dylan called in for me, and we waited for the lift.

He smelt good. He looked better than ever. Pristine Black suit, tailored; it was tighter than usual or was he getting bigger? I know he hits the gym four days a week now. I noticed shiny black loafers today that looked so immaculate they must be new.

His powerful long legs went on forever, leading to the bulge I had been daydreaming about all weekend.

Once in the lift, there we were alone.

I said nothing, nothing, until he said something out of character.

"I miss you at the weekends"

I looked at him; he was staring right at me

I stared right back. I don't know where I found the strength to ask, but I replied: "In what way?"

"Lots of ways"

I didn't know what to say, so I just smiled, and went red.

He smiled too, put his hand on my shoulder and gripped me in a friendly manner.

I sat at a table and he came over with two coffees. He sat opposite me, close enough to smell his aftershave and shampoo. Knees occasionally touching.

"Just a few things to go through." Thank God, I thought, we're talking about work. Of course we are; don't be so silly, I said to myself. Married, straight, with children. Get over yourself.

"So, Interviews. Here are the three letters of application Jake, with their CVs".

It would be nice, I thought, if we chose someone Rachel's age, but out of the three, two women were in their late 40s, and one early fifties, and the other was a guy just two years my junior.

"The other thing is, we need to go to the New York Office Monday week for a few days. That okay with your schedule Jake?"

"Yes, sure Dylan, " I immediately started beaming, trying to hide it, Stomach in knots.

I don't know how long it had been since I worshipped his socked feet; probably two weeks, but hopefully this would be a great opportunity.

"What specifically are we going for? Anything I need to read up on Dylan?"

"Well, two clients- two very important clients that I sealed a deal with a few years back will only deal with me. They want to introduce me to some new clients. Tough job, but it's going to be a lot of wine and dining, blowing smoke up their asses. Trust me, I do it all the time. Get them on side, then we'll look at the figures back at the New York office."

"Sounds great Dylan, what a oppertunity".

"Jake the two clients are huge investors in a AI company that's just gone public. Their stock is worth millions"

"Wow, you sure you want me there Dylan, someone not more experienced?"

Dylan looked at me. His face looked very serious. "Jake, you are my new right-hand man in more ways than one. They will only ever deal with me, and I want you there. You are charming, professional, and very smart. You will help me to relax after hours of boring conversation, keep me company, and your analytical head will be needed to help keep me on the ball and grounded."

"Exciting, can't wait!' I replied.

"Well, I am looking forward to getting my feet serviced Jake, two nights in a row!"

My cock instantly had a rush of blood to it, like a train flying into the station.

"The pleasure will be all mine Dylan".

"Good, didn't think I'd have to twist your arm."

Dylan reached into his wallet and gave me my very own company credit card. This is for expenses only, but spend iwisely. You will have to fill in a spreadsheet for every penny spent and they are checked and double checked."

"Thanks Dylan, Will do" I replied.

"After the interviews, go to this tailor in town and tell him I sent you. I want them fitted like mine, and you can go up to 1K per suit. Oh, and buy some new shoes, couple of new ties, two shirts, max £100 per shirt and designer dress socks. We really have to impress these clients."

"Understood, Dylan. Will do."

Fuk, I thought. This is the real deal. My head was spinning.

"Rachel will email us the flight times. oh, and it's British Airways business class, so it's suited, as we are representing the bank"

"Okay Dylan and thanks again fot this amazing oppertuniy" I replied.

I tried to walk casually back to the lift, but my head was all over the place.

New suits, Business class, Dylan's socks and company. For two consecutive nights, a multimillion-pound deal. WTF. Just go with it, Jake. Go with it.

We interviewed the three candidates and decided on Laura.

She is the eldest, the most experienced, and the warmest person. She shone way ahead of the other two and starts in four weeks.

As instructed, I went to this designer store in town. I chose two Hugo Boss suits, one navy and one black, and was measured everywhere to ensure I looked the business. I was to collect on Thursday afternoon and have another fitting.

Thursday came and the two shirts, one navy and one black to contrast the suits, were also altered, and everything looked the business once tried on.

I definitely could not afford to put any weight on, but they made feel and look great. The shoes fitted like a glove.

On Friday am, we had the tickets and boarding passes printed and flight times.

We would be sharing the taxi.

Matt decided to stay at mine, as his kitchen was being installed by his mate Nathan.

Matty arrived straight from work, sweaty and unwashed, which you can imagine what that did to me.

I led him to the bed. I licked and kissed every inch of him before he repaid the compliment. As always, Matty tasted bloody amazing.

We fucked and he came inside me within minutes.

"Hey Matty, Wanna see me in one of my new suits?"

I told Matty about the credit card and business trip.

"Fuk you, look hot Jake"

"shut up Matty I said, going beetroot red."

eriously, I've gotta fuk you now!" Sorry to break the bubble, but I need this suit for New York. I'll wear it for you next time.

I was flattered.

Matty, you know I really fancy you! You don't need a fitted suit! I fancy you for you! In whatever you were wearing, preferably Jeans and a T-shirt or your underwear.

"Fuk, that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me!"

"Well, I mean it"

I know you do, Jake. Come here.

I came over and kissed me as I was undressing from the suit, and he helped me hang it back up.

I wanna please you, Matty. What would you like me to do? Rim my sweaty hole Jake.

He went on all fours, socks still on, so I started burying my face in his musty, hairy perfect crack.

It smelled delicious, manly and of Matty.

I teased his round his hole with my tongue and, to be honest, I don't know who was enjoying it more.

I spread his cheeks as far as I could, licking in and out of his hole as though it was the last thing I was ever going to lick.

"I think I'm ready to try Jake"

"Oh really?" Okay, I'll just get some lube. I found the lube and generously lubed my throbbing cock and his little virgin hole.

"Okay, I'll be really gentle, but do expect a bit of pain"

Without warning, Matty, still on all fours, I teased his hole with my throbbing cocked and slowly it slipped the head in

"Omg"

"Are you okay, Matty?"

"Fuk, yes, I think so"

"Want me to take it out? Fukk you are so tight"

"No, but please go very steady"

I did take it steady; slowly I eased in and out. He was moaning, I think more in pain than anything.

He insisted I don't stop

"I wanna feel you like you do me"

I shoved on it, seemed like half the lube I had left, and slowly went in deeper

"Bloody hell, Jake, I can really feel you." Matty was now tugging on his cock, "You're gonna make me cum" he moaned.

With that, within seconds his rock-hard cock spewed his thick, milky juice, exploding again and again all over my rug. He was panting, and all the muscles in him suddenly sent all his power to his whole. His grip now on my cock was something I'd never experienced.

"Get it out." he was breathless but was shouting, "Get it out"

I pulled out and collapsed behind him.

Panting, I asked" You okay, Matty?"

"Fuk, I'll tell you tomorrow"

We both lay there on the rug, my lubed cock starting to lose its erection, Matty lying on the cum on the rug. Our hearts were beating so fast.

"That was so intense"

"Yes, I am no longer a virgin," he laughed.

"You didn't cum"

"No, and im fine, Matty".

"Let's have a shower and order a takeaway, yeah?" I asked.

"Sure"

I poured out two glasses of wine and brought them over, as I could see he wasn't gonna go anywhere soon!

"Here you are"

"Thanks." he was smiling now.

"You will be fine, I promise, Matty"

"Did you enjoy it"

"Not at all, he laughed

"Well, I'm versatile, top or bottom"

"I think I'm a top he laughed

I kissed him" Thanks for trying"

Before long we were both showered, and Pizza was ordered.

I planned next weekend at mine again as the Kitchen will still not be functioning.

We sank some more wine, ate the Meat Feast and watched a Thriller on the sofa just like two young lovers.

Matty had pre-rolled a few joints which we shared, and before I knew it it was gone 1 am.

We sloped off to bed, a little pissed, a little stoned, and a little in love.

We cuddled, but this time me spooning him.

"Love you, Matty"

"Love you too Jake"

I went bright red, and he tugged harder on my arm around him.

We both fell asleep.

We both slept in, which wasn't good.

I brought us in two Flat whites in bed, and we had a quickie

I let him fuck me raw and quick, and yes, I did think of Dylan.

I didn't want to. I think I'm falling for Matty, so why is this obsession still?

Matty is awesome

Funny, caring, and sexy as hell.

Hopefully New York will help this?

Matty kissed me and said he needed to check the progress on the kitchen.

"Can I come?"

"Wow, this kitchen is so different. Who designed it"

"I did, Jake; have some faith in me, haha"

"Hey, Mr, I do, and I love the green units and two AEG ovens up high side by side. Very on trend".

"Thanks, just the plumbing to be sorted towards the end of the week and it's done"

I showed Matty the second-hand sofas and Table seen on Marketplace, and just like a nesting couple we went furniture shopping and arranged transport for delivery.

"Thanks, Jake, I really like those Brown leather rolled-top sofas, and the old-fashioned dining set; they will look great in the house once it's finished"

"I like doing it. Can I help you choose some muted colours too?"

"Only if you help me paint"

"Sure, I'm your bitch. I'll do anything to worship your socked feet and you fucking me"

We were in the car, but he took off a shoe and held it up to my face. "Smell this bad boy"

"Fuk, I could smell this bad boy all day. We'll lick it from the inside"

I did, and it tasted of Matty. It was awesome. Fuk it made me hard.

"Fancy going out for dinner tonight, or shall I cook?"

"I'll cook for you, Jake. Let's swing by Waitrose, and I'll do us Steak, chips and Salad?"

"Perfect, I can start packing. You are welcome to stay again, Matty, but I need to see my Parents for lunch. Wanna come?

"I'd love to"

That's great Matty, my parents have two beautiful dogs. You'll have to go home afterwards though, as I need to chill before getting up at a silly time Monday morning"

"Sure, if you dont mind Jake?"

"Course" I replied.

As promised, while I packed, he made home-cooked triple-cooked chips, rib-eye steaks with a peppercorn sauce and salad.

Drinking plenty of wine.

It was delicious, and I was nicely stuffed.

"I'm too full for sex, Matty, your fault!"

So we cuddled up together on the sofa and watched some crap TV. Happy with each other's company. Chatting about nothing. I loved it. So did he.

The next day we showered and got ready to go to my folks.

Mum and Dad live in a neighbouring town, and we arrived at 1 pm prompt.

I had a bunch of flowers for Mum, and you could smell roast dinner as soon as she opened the door, even though it was August!

"Hi Jake, you must be Matty. What a handsome Man!"

Poor Matty. He blushed.

We were soon ushered into the large kitchen diner.

Dad was loading the dishwasher and dutifully shook Matty's hand.

"Please call us Rob & Anne," Dad said.

Dinner was perfect. "Fit for a king, Mum"

"Oh dont start that, Jake" said Mum.

He is right, Matty said. "How did you know Roast Lamb was my favourite, Anne?"

Cause its "Jake's, " she laughed, Oh you two have so much in common"

More than you'd care to know, I thought

It's tradition to go for a walk with the two Irish Setters, but it was too warm.

So we stayed for coffee and said our goodbyes.

"Right, Matty, I'll message you when I'm at the hotel"

"Have a great flight, Jake. I had an amazing weekend; your parents are really nice"

"Thank you, and so did I, Matty."

"Seriously, Matty, thank you for everything."

"I will miss you too and enjoy Business class, Jake"

We kissed again, then he drove off.

I felt a pang. Oh no.

I went through my luggage again and double-checked passports, tickets, and of course, my best underwear. That's two glasses of wine for you!

I loaded the dishwasher and made a snack. I poured another glass of wine and lit one of the two joints Matty left for me.

Ping

Text from Matty

"Love you! See, I said it again!"

"Wow, I love you too"

"All I need to hear. Look under your pillow"

I walked into the bedroom, and I had guessed it: his stinking work socks. I put them to my nose... fuk. I took a selfie and sent them on my face

I then sent him a cum shot vid with his socks on my nose and one in my mouth. I came like a fountain.

Just what I needed, I thought, to send me off to a lovely sleep

I drifted away, thinking of Matty and slept like a baby.