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Epilogue 2.0 - Two Boys and their Joysticks

Epilogue 2.0 – Two Boys and their Joysticks

Chapter Song – Banger - AC Slater

I rushed home as soon as my shift at Wal-Mart® ended. It was now 7PM. And I made it just in time for dinner. I hoped that Matt was just hungry and not completely famished. I’ve a surprise for him. I made Wal-Mart’s Employee of the Month, and was given a basket full of groceries.

I was in the middle of transferring items from the brown paper bags into the fridge when I heard Matt moaning in the living room. His groans were somewhat loud and guttural. They sounded like s*x moans. Oh no. All the hair in my body bristled at the thought of him doing someone other than me. Oh please no. I felt all the blood drain from my face as I took quiet steps towards the living room. I hesitated as portions of the couch came into view. I placed a hand around my neck only to feel my heartbeat racing. My chest tightened at the thought of him doing another man. Oh God. What was he doing? ‘Harold, you need to be brave’ was how I coached myself.

Leaning against the walls for support, I made to approach. I gently walked in on Matt in the living room. Oh my. He was breathing hard as he bit down on his lower lip. His eyes were fraught with concentration while his hands moved below his waist. He made quick work of the nubs that strained against the pad of his thumbs. He rubbed and flicked them viciously with a kind of boyish charm that was entertaining to watch. Oh thank God. He was just playing Xbox.

I saw the game pause on the screen. And as if sensing my presence, he turned to look at me, “Hey Har-har. How you doin’?” he asked breathless, like he ran a marathon or something, “You okay there little buddy?” was his follow-up question. Oh Matt. Why did you have to be so cute?

My cheeks burned with guilt as I tried to flush thoughts of infidelity. What was I thinking? Of course I was the only one for Matt. God, I was so stupid to even think that he’d cheat on me, “I’m fine. I was just coming back from work and I heard— um, I … I—” Where was my tongue?

“Hey, come here,” He put the controller down and gestured for me to come over and sit on his lap. With a flushed face and cheeks that were colored with embarrassment, I made my walk of shame. I sat on his lap, curled against him, and got lost in the feeling of his warmth. His embrace was the kind of contact that relaxed every muscle in my body, “Aw, Har. I missed you, baby.”

Matt’s body was well-defined. He was the kind of man who was hard and soft at the same time. There was strength in his hard muscles but there was also enough flesh beneath the skin. His touch was maddening. There was something about the way his hands moved that would always drive me nuts. His understanding of the male anatomy was astounding. I particularly liked it when his knuckles graze my chest. I didn’t know if he did that on purpose. But each time he did, it would make my n*****s strain against my shirt, making them tingle with tautness. Just like what he was doing now. Oh my God, oh my God. I needed to speak, “Um, Matt. I am—um.”

“Tell me about your day,” he whispered against the skin of my neck as he brought me down onto the sofa. My back pressed against cushion of the arm rest, and I couldn’t help but slide down as Matt loomed over me. Oh God, my heart was racing. Why was he so good at seducing me? Ugh.

I was already panting and I haven’t even gotten around telling him about me being Employee of the Month … Oh Jesus, please, his hands have found a place around the small of my back. I couldn’t possibly talk now. Oh dear God. My breathing became labored the more he grinded against me. His hard-on was pressing tightly against my navel. It was really hard, thick, and very, very warm. I needed to talk. Oh God, just say something, “Matt. I was given a gift basket.”

“For doing what?” That question was asked against the nook of my shoulder. He enclosed his mouth around the web of my neck and sucked the skin. Oh no. He was leaving hickeys everywhere. He swept my neck with sloppy kisses and warm licks. Arousal became my blood when his five o’clock shadow tickled the sensitized skin. Matt was such a gruff man. And he smelled like one too. He had that distinct scent of maturity. He smelled like s*x, “Turn around.”

My heart jumped to my throat when I heard him say that. He gently peeled away to give me room to turn around, but not before I felt this strong vibration against my butt. I squealed then thrashed around to check what it was that vibrated against my crack. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that it was only the Xbox controller, “And to think your joystick was enough work, then I have this sneaking up on me,” I chuckled with mischief while holding up the controller.

He took it from me, threw it onto the opposite side of our long couch, and then made quick work to unbutton his shirt and pants. I too was brimming with tension as I took my clothes off. And before I could tell him about me being Employee of the Month, he already had me on my back.

Oh God, oh God, oh God. Matt was thumbing my n*****s while his erection threatened to push against my back entrance. I felt a very thick warmth knock against me each time he brought the tip closer. It was a miracle that I could take his size. It was just too big. I always felt like being deflowered for the first time no matter how many times we had done it. Oh my goodness. He was just grinding against my back but the sensation was already toe-curling and mind-blowing. Oh God. Matt was such a tease. I squirmed beneath him as I struggled with my own erection that was straining in his right hand, “Hours of working … and you still smell so good. Is it because of the fresh produce section? You smell like cherries and apples. I need to be inside you, Har-har.”

“Ungh … yes, yes,” I didn’t understand my words. All I could say was ‘yes’ as I panted his name, along with my affirmation for him to enter me. I heard a container’s cap open, and then I felt a stream of liquid pour down my crack. It must have been the lubricant. Oh thank God, “Is that the one I bought the other day?” I asked to confirm if it was indeed the Trojan® Lubricant.

“Yeah, it’s the Tingly Warmth brand,” was what Matt said as he read the label, “Oh yeah, I can feel it now. Whoa, it’s definitely warm,” And surely I felt it too, more so when he started pushing against me. His first inch slid right in without much effort, followed by the second inch, the third, and then the fourth. By the time the fifth inch pushed past the ring, I knew that there was going to be struggle, “Relax Har-har. You can do this. I know that we’ve only tried eight inches so far, but let’s go for a ten. Is that okay?” he cajoled with encouragement while rubbing the sides of my torso, “Just keep breathing, baby. I got you. I got you,” he whispered against the nape of my neck as he buried himself deeper. I was hunched over the padding of the sofa while he gave me inch after inch of his love. His fingers curled over the back of my hands as we found a rhythm we both were comfortable in, “That’s it, Harold. You’re doing great, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too. Please go deeper. It feels good,” I gave him permission. There was an angle that he had hit which I found deeply pleasurable. It might have been my prostate that he was hitting. His motions were slow but deliberate. That lubricant really was doing its job. I could feel every inch of Matt go in and out. His hard-on felt silky smooth and very thick, “Matt, faster. Please.”

Our bodies were doused with sweat as we met each other thrust for thrust. I pushed back while he jerked forward. His breathing was rapidly escalating, and so was mine. He brought his face down against the back of my neck, breathing hard against the skin as he pushed forward and upward with reckless abandon. It felt like his manhood was climbing a mountain inside of me. I could feel the base slam against my cheeks, which meant that he was fully in, all twelve inches of him. Everything spiked and accelerated – our movement, our breathing, and our hearts. My aching nub quivered in his hand as he wrung me from base to tip. And as the remaining strands of control thinned in its fibers, I felt an overwhelming tide of release that escaped me. I felt bad for the couch because I stained it with a very thick downpour. Matt wasn’t far behind. I felt his body tense as he released a surge so strong that it pulsed within me, coating me with the kind of warmth that was mine and mine alone, “Oh Harold, baby … I love you more than my Xbox.”

“You should. My joystick is way more fun to play with,” We gasped for air like s*x-crazed animals as we coached each other’s breathing to normalize. I felt like a good boyfriend to Matt, helping him overcome his condition. And I’d like to believe that I succeeded in nursing him back to normalcy for he didn’t experience heart palpitations anymore. I cured him. And that alone made me proud, “By the way, I made Employee of the Month. And if I keep doing well, I’d soon become Store Manager,” Finally, finally I was able to make my announcement. Oh good Lord.

He turned me around and laid me against the seat cushion. His arms were on either side of me as he lowered his lips against mine for a passionate kiss, “Congratulations, Harold. You never failed to impress me. I’m sorry for being horny all the time. I just can’t get enough of you,” he breathed those words against my mouth, then showered me with kisses from my lips going across to either cheek, up to my forehead where he lingered for a couple minutes. I cherished this man. I loved everything about him. My chest tightened to a feeling that I knew he and I shared.

I cupped his face as I got lost in those blue eyes of his, “Let’s celebrate. There’s glazed ham somewhere in the bag,” His response was a boyish smile filled with promise and mischief, “And if you’re lucky, I might give you my cherry for dessert,” I offered, and his response was a prod, the kind of prod that punctuated hard against my stomach. Oh boy, “I’m not an Xbox game, but I guess you’re game for round two??”

“No pausing this time,” he winked.