One Bold Night—part 2

Part 2

Matt stood there for another moment or two, his back to us. I couldn’t see his face, didn’t know what he was thinking. My new friend was looking at me, glancing at Matt, trying to sort out the tension. Finally, Matt spoke again, without turning around. “You guys do this often?”, he asked. I couldn’t quite read his tone of voice, but it still didn’t seem angry. “No, we just met tonight. Like I said, this just sort of happened. I was jerking off in the shower, thinking I was alone.”

Matt slowly turned back towards us and as he did he asked, rather quietly, “Do you enjoy this, Tyler?” He made eye contact with me. He definitely wasn’t angry. His eyes dropped briefly to my cock which was still semi-hard and then he looked back at my face, waiting for my answer. I went for it. “Yes. I do.” His eyes flickered to my new friend and back to me. I didn’t quite understand the look I saw on his face. Was he jealous? Could that possibly be it? I’d already been bolder than usual this evening and I decided to go for broke. “You could join us, you know.” Matt stared at me and then the corners of his mouth turned up into an intrigued smile. “Seriously? You really want me to? I don’t want to interrupt.” But he was smiling at me more broadly now and his eyes ran down my body. My penis responded with a little twitch.

“I’m sure,” I said, “if…this guy doesn’t mind.” I looked at my new friend and smiled. “Sorry, I don’t even know your name.”

“I’m Sean,” he said, “and I definitely don’t mind. You guys obviously are friends. You a couple?”

“Matt’s my best friend,” I said, “but we’re not a couple. We’ve never done anything like this.”

“No…” agreed Matt. “But I’ve thought about it,” he added quietly and glanced at my face to see my response. I was shocked and my mouth fell open. “Holy shit,” I said and stared at Matt. “I’ve thought about it every time we’ve talked about sex with girls,” I said. “I had no idea you ever thought the same thing.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Didn’t know how to bring that up. Figured I’d freak you out.” And at that point he took of his shirt to reveal that muscled chest I had always liked. Matt was about fifteen pounds heavier than me, though we were the same height. He kicked his shoes to the side, took off his socks and then slid his sweat pants down his muscular legs. The bulge in his boxer briefs told me he was into this. He slid them down and his erection sprang out.