SNEAKY MATTHIAS

 The community at which I grew up in was a small one and because everyone knew everyone's business, being careful was as vital as breathing especially for a guy like me.

 I was different- a consciousness I have had all my life therefore, my survival depended on staying away from prying eyes and wagging tongues. I went above and beyond to show and prove I was like everyone else and this was a huge struggle for me. My peers excelled in sports and rough games and each time I tried to compete to try to fit-in, I always got myself hurt. However, the physical hurt was absolutely nothing compared to the emotional wound I was carrying in my heart. 

It would break me every time my peers, adults and even my parents ( and siblings) would make fun of me by exaggerating my softness. At some point, my peers stopped choosing me in games of sports and because my friends at home were also my friends at school, there was no escaping.

Among my peers were a set of non Identical twins called Matthias and Mathew. Mathew was a thorn in my flesh because he made the most fun of me and was a bully. He led the gang of our friend circle, was a rascal , very-very hyper active, rough and short tempered. My peers feared him and did whatever he said.  On the other hand, his brother Matthias was the complete opposite. Matthias barely spoke to anyone and was more of the observer. He was very kind to me and anytime I was made fun of, he would simply tell me to ignore his brother and our friends. 

As we got older and started secondary school, some of us went to different schools and we would only meet during holidays when we came back home. 

Matthias seemed to age rapidly more than the rest of us because he was already having beards and had  broken his voice before anyone of us did. His baritone also, was too strong and there was no doubt he was going to become a strikingly handsome man from his developing features. Mathew his brother on the hand, only grew worse In character and was getting more uglier in all ramifications. 

One day, while we were all home for the Christmas holidays and talking about our  boarding house experiences in our respective schools, one of my peers who attended a very notorious same sex school, said I was lucky I wasn't in his school because if I were, I would have gotten fucked by seniors. He started talking about how a guy who looked and behaved like me was being passed around among the senior students until he could no longer  hold poo and started wearing pampers. Evidently, I knew those stories were all lies however, the rest of my peers ( especially Matthew) believed him. Typical Matthew changed the topic into a segment for bashing homosexuals and systematically, began dragging me into the picture by asking me embarrassing questions . At the time, because I had already been sexually active with some of my class mates back in school, I literally felt cornered and could barely defend myself. I felt they could see through me and that really made me fidgety and nervous. 

They all began making distasteful homosexual jokes in an attempt to mock me and I had no choice but to endure. All but Matthias. He just remained quiet and looked at me with his usual expressionless demeanour. 

I started occupying myself with books and other activities just to avoid my friends circle . One night, while I was returning from an errand, someone called me from a dark corner and this made me stop on my track. At first I didn't see any one and because there was power failure and the entire neighbourhood was engulfed in darkness (which made it more difficult to know where the the voice cam from) I assumed it was just my imagination. 

Just as I was about to walk away, Whoever this person was, called me again and this time, because he was more louder, I was able to figure out where the voice was coming from and followed it. As I made my way towards whoever was the person, I still couldn't see or tell who it was until I stepped closer to the stranger, strained my eyes -  then, did I recognize the face. It was Matthias. 

"good evening" he greeted quietly and instantly, I could sense a certain awkward nervousness in his voice. For starters, Matthias does not speak to me or anyone without a tangible reason. Two, we were peers...we don't greet each other formally; I mean, whatever happened to  the traditional "guy ..how far?".

He quickly asked me were I was coming from and I told him. Everything was becoming more awkward and I was forced to ask him if he was alright because I could not understand what was he doing all alone in the dark  and greeting me as if I was his uncle or something. Instead of simply telling me he was fine, he asked me to finish with my errand and meet him back at the same spot. 

With a "don't worry... I will wait" from him, I confusedly left for my house. 

After I had finished what I was supposed to do, and returned back to the spot where I'd left him, I was surprised to see he was still waiting for me. I apologized for keeping him waiting and he said it was fine.

Clearing his throat, he said he wanted to tell me not to mind what his brother or anyone else thinks or says because my sexuality was nobody's business. 

I was taken aback because from his statement, he had concluded I was gay. I wanted to get defensive but when I considered how he had led me to a dark place to speak to me alone and was nervous, I felt there was more to it and decided to make things easier. 

I told him it's fine and I wasn't bothered about other people's perception about me. He chuckled and said he liked that. After a brief awkward silence, he asked me how I was finding school and if I had any "special friend". I knew exactly what he meant so, I told him there was no one yet. I asked him if he had any "special friend" and he told me lots of guys made passes at him in school but he didn't like any of them and moreover, he was avoiding getting into trouble. 

"you know how people are sometimes" he added.

He asked me if I was a virgin and I laughed because I wasn't and didn't know how my answer would be received given that he might be interested in me. He kept pressing for an answer and I eventually told him the truth.

He got extremely curious and starting asking for details on what the sex was like and the more I talked, the more excited he got. He asked if it was painful, if I enjoyed it, if I suck well and also, if I preferred sperm in my ass hole or mouth. Matthias was really eager to hear it all.

After I had given him all the information he needed, he said he was still a virgin "on that part" ( meaning gay sex).

He told me sex with women wasn't fun for him and that he quickly looses erection when with them. He shyly added that if it were a guy,  especially a cute guy like me, he would get very hard even without touching. 

"mhen I really want to taste this stuff so badly" he giggled.

I asked him if he was erect as we spoke and he asked me to feel it for myself. As he was talking, he inched closer to me until I could feel his breath on me in the darkness.

Reaching out, I felt his crotch and truly, he was rock solid. Not only was his dick hard...it was very big.. as in he was really big. As I gasped "no way" in amazement, he chuckled and asked why I was surprised as his hands touched my dick, caressed my back and then cupped my both ass cheeks. 

In that moment, our lips met and I wasn't disappointed. Matthias kisses were tender, passionate and sweetly deep. While we kissed, he whispered - "teach me how to make love to you". Though at the time I hadn't been a professional, I showed him what to do to me.

First, after taking off my shirt, I guided his head down to my nipples and he hungrily fed on them while squeezing my ass cheeks and the other flesh of my breast very hard with his large strong hands. As I moaned to the pleasure he was giving me, he replied with a "that's it" and intensified his duty. Because I didn't come with lube and spit couldn't work due to the size of his cock, I resolved to sucking his fuck pole. As I went on my knees and worshipped the god in-between his legs, he moaned my name and gently fucked my throat while bending down to kiss me passionately at intervals before re-introducing his cock into my mouth. 

As I choked and gagged on his meat, I fondled one of my nipples and wanked my dick with my other hand. It was a hands free blow job.

One of his large hand rested on my head and began regulating the movement to how best he felt the sensation and in no time, he started to grunt and shiver as showers of thick fresh milk poured abundantly down my throat and straight into my stomach.  Just as he was groaning in ecstasy and ejaculating, I felt my cum rushing out simultaneously and in that ecstatic moment, I intensified my sucking and forced my throat to take all of his man meat at once until my face was pressed against the richness of his almost trimmed pubic hair and I remained in that position until the many waves of my spasm subsided. 

Gasping for air as he withdrew his sperm and saliva coated massive cock from my mouth, we both giggled and he kissed me passionately. He told me he couldn't wait to fuck my ass hole and we exchanged numbers.

We left the hideout separately through differently routes to avoid being seen by anyone even though it was dark and there was power failure. 

That night, I was completely smitten. Myself and Matthias chatted on whatsapp and when he sent his photos ( upon my request), I fell harder for him. Matthias was such a fine man. 

He asked me if I had gay porn and after I shared some with him, he became more curious. He wanted us to try different positions and other crazy stuff and I was down.

It felt so crazy how he was his old self in public but would wink and smile at me when none of our peers were looking.

Sometimes, while we were hanging out with our peers, he would send me a whatsapp message saying he misses me so much and wants to fuck me so badly. Other times, he would randomly send me his dick photos or videos of him shooting a big load. One time, he sent me a video wanking and coming on top of his phone that had my picture on display.

All through the holidays, we met at secret spots all around our neighbourhood to fuck silly. 

I remember the first time Matthias ate my booty hole.... my gosh, he made love to my ass hole with his tongue and mouth. By the time he was entering me, I was already open and under his mercy to be devoured. He pounded my man pussy until it became fluffy and swollen before anointing it with his nutritious sperm. 

For several days I was limping and it made him scared but I assured him I'll be fine.

To say I got hooked on Matthias is an understatement. He was in my every waking thought and I was in his.

When I got back to school, I was miserable. I was missing him so much that it made me cry so many times. 

After we finished school, we got into separate universities but our love affair never ended. We ensured we kept in touch and met to be in each others presence and of course, make sweet love.

Eventually, Matthias travelled abroad to further  studies and even though there was a great distance between us, we still kept our bond strong. With his help, I was able to travel for my masters - and yes, it was the same school as his. We also we lived in the same building off campus. Matthias lives upstairs with his super religious and extremely nosy aunt and her family while I stay downstairs in one of the spare rooms in the block of flats. He had secretly introduced me to the landlady who owned the flat ( I resided in ) and had stood as my guarantor to ensure I got the accommodation.   

He still sneaks into my flat several times a day to spend quality time with me and we plan to move out and live together after our studies.

Written by

Bayo. O.