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Max and Me

by c m

Chapter 10

With term finished, I was in my room when there was a knock on the door. I reckoned it must be one of the guys I was looking after while they were up for interview. So, would it be Matthew Pike or Jonathan Cruise?

I opened the door and my jaw dropped. To my astonishment, standing there was Matt from Cornwall.

"Matt! How lovely…but what are you doing here?"

"Chris? Oh my god. I'm up here for interview. Are you…?"

"Looking after you? I guess so…if you're Matthew Pike."

"That's me. Oh wow. I never made the connection. Of course, you said that you were up at Oxford."

"And it never occurred to me that Matthew Pike might be the Matt I met on holiday."

We both had huge grins on our faces. I stepped back to let him into my little hallway, and then threw my arms round him. Matt dropped his bag and gave me the biggest hug.

"This is amazing. I can't believe it. I was so excited about being here for interview, but this…this is even more amazing."

"Come on in. Let's take a look at your schedule and get you to your room."

It turned out that Matt's room was only a couple of staircases away from my own. He had two interviews to attend initially – although others might be added. I showed him where his first interview location was and we arranged to meet up in my room at seven before dinner that night.

I wished him luck and we hugged - and kissed. I went back to my room with a big smile on my face. This was going to be an unexpectedly good couple of days, I thought.

Matt knocked on my door just before seven. I grabbed a sweater and suggested we went to the College bar for a drink. Matt was in a good mood – he felt his first interview had gone well. We each had a pint in the bar and then went into the Dining Hall with all the other interviewees and their respective Guides. Dinner was excellent.

"Wow. Is the food always this good?" asked Matt.

"Pretty much. The College has something of a reputation in the University for having the best food."

"Sounds like another good reason to try and get a place here." He smiled.

Over dinner he asked me about Max. I explained that we were still very much together but that we had agreed that we needed to cut each other some slack during our time apart at Uni.

"What does that mean, exactly?"

"It means that we are honest with each other if we have sex with anyone else, but that we can do so if we find someone we really like and trust – and if we really can't wait for each other."

"Really? Wow, cool. And does it work?"

I smiled. "Seems to. And you, Matt, have you found someone yet?"

He shook his head ruefully. "No…no, I haven't. In fact I haven't had any kind of sex with anyone since you and I…did what we did…in Cornwall."

"Guess you're a pretty horny boy then?"

"You better believe it. I seem to be wanking constantly."

"That makes two of us."

We laughed.

After dinner I invited Matt back to my place for coffee. As I was standing over the kettle and putting coffee into two mugs, I felt two hands reach around my waist, and I felt Matt's face against my neck. He pulled himself in tighter to me and I felt his groin against my bum. I could feel that he was hard.

"Chris…umm…it's not really the taste of coffee I want in my mouth if I'm honest…"

I stood absolutely still. "No?"

"No. What I really, really want in my mouth is this. Or rather the contents of these."

So saying he dropped one of his hands into my groin and squeezed my balls. I wasn't fully hard but I wasn't fully soft either. And he could tell. I felt his lips against my ear.

"I hope I'm not being too forward…but I want you so, so badly. When I said I've been wanking all the time, I have…and it's you I think about every time. And not just sucking me but fucking me too. I don't know if I qualify as someone you like enough and trust enough to have sex with…but I'm really hoping that I am."

My thoughts were in turmoil. Having had Dan, I now wanted to be faithful to Max. But I was so, so horny and my body was telling me that I definitely wanted Matt. My head started to protest – but my body told it Matt to stay the night. But now he had pre-empted me – and I was lost. I turned myself round, and put my arms around his shoulders, pulling us tight. I looked into his gorgeous, blue eyes. I could smell his aftershave. He was sexy as hell and I wanted him. And after all, a voice said, Max and I had already done stuff with him. I hoped Max would forgive me.

"Oh yes, Matt, I think you definitely qualify." And I kissed him properly, our tongues twining and twisting in each other's mouths.

I took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. I undressed him. I pulled his jumper over his head, and then unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it out of his trousers and slipping it off his arms. I unbuckled his belt and popped the button, then unzipped the fly. Matt had already kicked off his shoes, and I bent down and removed his socks, putting my head level with his groin. The tent in his underpants poked out through the gaping fly in his trousers. I pulled the trousers down to his ankles and he stepped out of them. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pulled them towards me, releasing the big, stiff erection inside. I pushed his briefs down and he kicked them away. His cock seemed to have grown since I'd last seen it. It was still beautiful; the circumcised head a greyish pinky colour at the top of the steely hard shaft and his balls hanging down loosely below it. I gripped it in one hand. It was hot, and smooth and hard. I flicked my tongue lightly over the head and heard Matt gasp, but then he pulled away.

"I want you naked too."

He undressed me just as I had undressed him, but as he knelt on the floor having pulled down my briefs, he took the full length of my cock in his mouth and started to suck me.

I moaned with pleasure – but I wanted more. "Let's do this to each other, Matt."

I pulled him up and we lay on the bed, head to tail, each of us taking the other in our mouths. I fondled his balls as I sucked, and then ran a finger back behind his balls to his hole, brushing it backwards and forwards over the tight little pucker. Matt hissed with pleasure and then did the same thing to me. He started to work my cock harder and harder. I could feel myself getting close.

"Keep doing that and I'm going to cum, Matt."

He briefly pulled off my cock. "You cum whenever you're ready. I want it all."

He slid his lips all the way down the shaft again and seconds later I was shooting my load violently into his mouth. I heard him gag, then felt him start to swallow and finally suck the last drops from the tip. I shoved my finger deep into his bottom. I felt his stomach muscles contract as he reacted to the invasion and then he, in turn, was cumming in my mouth. He tasted sweet and salty and delicious and I swallowed the lot. When he finally finished spurting, I wiped my mouth and turned round so that our faces were just inches from each other.

"God, I'm pleased I didn't have any dessert at dinner, or I wouldn't have had room for all that."

He giggled, and then kissed me. We were both still half hard. We were teenage boys. We fancied the pants off each other. I took hold of Matt's cock. I like the slightly thick, spongy feel of a semi-hard cock, but at my touch he was soon fully hard again – and so was I.

Matt sat up and straddled my thighs. He took both our cocks and held them against one another. He idly started to pull my foreskin back and forth over the head.

"I wish I had a foreskin. It's such fun to play with."

I smiled. "That's funny, because I sometimes wish I was circumcised. I love the look and the feel of your cock. All naked and ready for action."

I rubbed my thumb over the smooth remains of the scar where he had been cut.

"I guess we always want what we don't have." Matt said. He held our cocks together and started to masturbate them. It felt very good. Matt obviously thought so too, because he gradually speeded up then, with a little moan, shot his second load. It went vertically up into the air, three or four squirts, splattering down over us both, but mostly over me. I was only a few seconds behind him, pumping my own seed over my chest and my stomach to join his.

Matt smiled wickedly then lay down on me, chest to chest, our cum smearing and oozing all over us. He put his lips to my ear.

"Please fuck me Chris. I want you to be the one who takes my virginity. If that's OK. If it's allowed."

I didn't want to say no. In fact I don't think I could have done even if I had. At that moment, I was intoxicated with Matt.

"It's allowed, Matt."

A huge grin spread across his face. "Be gentle with me – but not too gentle."

"Just tell me if I hurt you and I'll stop. If you want me to go faster or slower, just tell me. The best sex comes from the two people telling each other what they want."

The thought that perhaps I should use a condom flashed through my mind – but I'd used my last one up with Dan a couple of weeks before – and Matt was a virgin…so I told myself that was OK. I got a little pot of oil out of the bedside drawer – a gift from Max when I left. As I looked at it, I figured if he had given me this, he must have thought that I would use it. I smiled. Thanks, Max. I put first one and then two oiled fingers inside Matt. He gasped a little as I stretched him.

"Have you had anything up here before?"

He blushed. "I went and bought a dildo after Cornwall. When I use it, I imagine that it's you. Why…is everything OK?"

"Yes, Matt, everything's fine. You just weren't quite as tight as I was expecting – which is good. It will make it better when I enter you."

He was rock hard again as I stood at the end of the bed and lifted his legs over my shoulders.

"Are you sure you want this, Matt?"

"I'm positive. I've never wanted anything more."

I put the tip of my cock against his hole and pushed. The head of my cock disappeared inside easily.

"Relax, Matt. Push down against me if you can. This is the bit that might hurt a bit."

I pushed and felt myself slide in all the way. Matt yelped and I felt him involuntarily contract his muscles.

"Don't tense, Matt, it makes it worse."

I felt him relax, though I could also see prickles of tears in his eyes, and then, with a slow but firm shove, my balls were up against his bottom.

"I'm just going to stop here until you're used to me. How does it feel?"

"Like I'm full…and it doesn't really hurt any more. Actually, it feels wonderful to have you inside me."

"Good. Then it's time for stage two."

I started to move in and out of him. He was tight around my cock and he felt amazing. In only a minute or so, I could sense a change coming over him. He was starting to feel pleasure – as his little moans told me.

"Oh Chris…oh man…it feels so gooooood. Mm...mmm...mmmm. More please. A bit faster."

I smiled and speeded up, my balls slapping against his bum. I drove as hard as I could into him. He cried out.

"FUCK. Oh fuck. Oh god that hurt…but in a good way. Do it again."

So I did. And after about the sixth time he was moaning in pleasure.

"Harder Chris….please…harder."

By now I was fucking Matt hard. It was if he had been doing this for years. I twisted a nipple as I thrust inside him. He was masturbating his cock furiously as I pumped in and out of him. And he'd obviously taken my advice on telling me what he wanted seriously.

"Fuck me hard, Chris. I love you fucking me. I love your big, fat cock inside me. Oh my god I love you, I love what you're doing to me. Do it, Chris. Do it. Do it. Cum in me. Don't stop. Oh yes. Yes. Yes."

Then, with a growl, he came, his cum shooting out over his chest and up to his chin as I drove as hard as I could into him with a final thrust before my own climax sent jet after jet of cum deep into his guts.

We lay there panting, getting our breath back. I finally let myself slide wetly out of him and threw myself down beside him. He turned his face towards me. His eyes were sparkling, the tip of his tongue poking sexily out between his lips.

"Oh…my…god, Chris. That was fucking amazing. I had no idea it would be that good. You were…fantastic. I want to do it again."

I kissed him. "Well, it sure seems like you were enjoying it."

Matt sprang up and crouched over me. His arms were by my shoulders, his legs either side of my thighs. He looked like a tiger that had pinned down its prey.

"Ummm….I don't suppose…that is….could I…would you…let me…inside you?"

I wanted to say no. I really did. But I hadn't been fucked in months. And I wanted to be fucked. More precisely, I really wanted to be fucked by the big, hard, circumcised cock that was jutting out, already fatly erect again, from his groin.

"I'd like that, Matt. I'd like that a lot," I heard myself saying

"REALLY?! Oh wow."

"How do you want to do it?"

He smiled. "Well, in my fantasies, when I'm masturbating and thinking of you – which is always – I take you doggy style. Would that be OK?"


I oiled his cock and gave him the little pot before moving to the end of the bed and got onto all fours. Matt stood on the floor and put his hands on my hips. He put a finger against my hole and pushed. He slid easily inside me.

"Wow…it's tight and…hot."

"Use two fingers, Matt. Stretch me."

When he put the second finger inside me, I could feel myself opening up. "Work them round Matt, get me good and ready."

"Oh my god, Chris, this is so amazing." I felt his other hand reach between my legs and take hold of my cock. He started to masturbate me.

"I want you inside me, Matt."

I could feel the tip of his cock against my hole.

"Just push. When you feel a bit of resistance, push harder – but gently."

He needed no more instruction. The head of his cock entered me. He pushed and kept pushing. I gasped and then he was sliding all the way inside me.

"Oh god Chris…oh my god…this is bloody fantastic. How does it feel?"

"It feels good, Matt. Go for it."

And he did. Enthusiastically. He started to slide in and out of me faster and faster. Then suddenly he was up on the bed, his hands on my shoulders, his body crouched as he thrust deep into me. I was moaning with pleasure as he hit my special spot on each push.

"Oh yes, Matt. Don't stop. It feels really good."

I was aware of the sound of his hips slapping against me; his breathing, ragged and rasping; the feel of his hands as he gripped my shoulders; the drips of sweat as they fell on my back. I was in heaven.

"I'm going to cum, Chris."

"Do it, Matt. Fill me up."

With a huge groan, and a final thrust that felt like he was going to push his cock out through my stomach, he came. I could feel his cock pumping inside me and then it was all over. He simply collapsed on the bed beside me, his cock sliding out of me as he crashed down, face up, and just lay there, his eyes staring at the ceiling, a huge grin on his face. The sweat was trickling down his nose. I straightened my legs and lay beside him. I wiped his forehead with my fingers and moved my lips down to his mouth and kissed him.

"You, Matt Pike, are amazing. That was something else. Are you sure it was your first time?'

He looked at me. "I promise you it was. It was just…look…I have dreamed of doing this for months. I have imagined it over and over…in detail. But it was better than any fantasy. It was better than I had ever imagined. You are my dream boy, Chris, and you've just let me inside you. It felt sensational. I thought nothing could be better than the feelings I experienced when you did me…but this…this was all that and more."

"Which did you like better?"

"I liked them both, Chris. I loved them both. I want you to do me again and again – but I'd love to do it to you again as well - if you'd let me."

"Oh I think I'd let you do that, Matt," I heard myself saying again, "but I absolutely want you again first."

"I'd love that Chris. Could I…could I ride you this time?"

"I love being ridden. Probably my favourite way."

He rode me urgently, arching his back when I came inside him as bounced up and down on me. More by luck than judgement, I brought him to his own climax just as I hit mine, the cum spraying everywhere as his cock bucked in my hand. He lay flat on my chest afterwards, my cock slowly softening inside him, and kissed me.

"'I love you, Chris. It's not just sex…though that's amazing…I've wanted you from the moment I saw you and I've felt stuff for you from the first time we kissed. I know you're with Max, and I couldn't wish for anything bad for either of you, but if…ever…well…something didn't work out, I'll be there for you, Chris. I haven't had a boyfriend because no-one gets close to you."

I could see tears in his eyes…I hugged him. Somewhere deep inside I was aware of a little alarm bell going off – but I wasn't listening.

"I'm so sorry Chris. I shouldn't have said any of that. But I can't help how I feel. I'm so sorry."

I put my finger on his lips. "Shhh, Matt. It's OK. You are a very nice guy. And I'm having a lot of fun."

"Me too." He propped himself up on his elbows and looked into my eyes. I smiled. I knew what he wanted. And I wanted it too. So I asked.

"Are those balls of yours up to a repeat? I'd kind of like you in me again if you're up to it."

"I only have to think about it and I'm up to it."

And it was true. I could feel his cock hardening against me as he spoke.

"This time, though, I want to look at you."

"Fine by me."

He sat up and moved between my legs, pushing them apart. He took hold of my balls in his hand, rolling them gently around. He put his cock, now fully hard again, against mine and wrapped a hand around both of them. He slipped a finger from his other hand inside my hole, sliding it gently in and out and then released my cock and lifted my legs up, pushing them back over my shoulders. I felt the tip of his cock press against my entrance, and then he was sliding inside me in one long, slow movement.

"Long and slow, please Matt."

And he did. Slow rhythmic fucking interspersed with harder, deeper, faster bursts that hit the little button inside me and made me feel tingly all over. Occasionally he'd just push as deep as he could inside me, making me gasp, and then lean forward and kiss me. My cock was achingly hard as he built towards his final climax. He took hold of my erection and rubbed it hard until my cum erupted out of the tip, spurting over my chest and then, with a final flurry of thrusts and an animal growl, he came inside me.

Like the first time, he collapsed on my chest. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled his face towards me. My hands were twisted in his hair as I pulled his lips hard against mine and kissed him. I could feel his sweat mixing with the cum on my body, making us slippery as we writhed and twisted on the bed. I felt him slip out of me and felt his cum wet on my legs. I wrestled him underneath me and lay on top of him. His face was flushed and his breath was coming in little gasps.

"I love you, Chris. I love you so much. I'm so sorry, but I can't help it."

I put my finger back on his lips. "Let's just enjoy what we have while we can. You are amazing and I'm really enjoying being here with you, like this."

"Can I stay the night? Please don't make me leave you…I just want to curl up beside you…well…once we've had had enough sex, that is." He grinned at me.

"And how much will enough be?"

"Fuck me again and I'll let you know..."

I pulled him close beside me and put my arm around him, his head falling onto the front of my shoulder. I felt his fingers running through the hair on my chest. I kissed the top of his head. His hand slid slowly down through my pubes and into my groin. He took hold of my limp, sticky cock.

"On reflection, I don't think there is ever going to be a point at which I will have had enough sex with you."

"Well, we've got the rest of tonight, so we can at least make a start."

He turned his face up towards mine. "I guess that will have to do for now then."

"I guess it will."

His tongue flicked out and touched my nipple. He pulled himself further up and started to lick my cum and sweat covered chest.

" taste so nice."

He worked his way down, licking as he went, until he got to my cock which he took into his mouth. I felt myself harden. Matt put a hand on the shaft and pulled back my foreskin, licking around the exposed head.

"You really are insatiable, aren't you?"

"All I know is that I want this inside me again." His brown eyes locked on mine. I shrugged.

"I'm here to help."

This time I took Matt from behind as we lay on the bed. Him on his side, one leg thrown forward and me spooned in tight behind him. I nibbled an ear as I fucked him, one hand wrapped around his cock which was hard as a rock.

We made love slowly, partly because we had already used a lot of energy, partly because I could tell that Matt was a little sore despite his enthusiasm and partly because both of our sets of balls had already taken quite a beating. It was sensual, and Matt was making little moans and squeaks of pleasure as our bodies seemed to fuse into each other. When we finally both came, it was a couple of gentle squirts and that was it.

When I pulled out, I took a look at Matt's hole. It looked a little red and swollen. I rummaged through my bedside drawer and found some cooling cream that I dabbed onto it. Mas hissed as it stung.

"Is it bad, Chris?"

"No, Matt. Just a little tender. Being fucked three times in a row – particularly when you were a virgin – is bound to make it a little sore."

"Will it be better so we can do this again tomorrow?"

"Let's see Matt. Maybe. If not, we might just have to settle for oral – assuming my balls have recovered. They ache like hell."

"Mine too."

"Let's go get showered and I'll cream you up again. And then I could do with a beer."


The shower wasn't designed for two, and so we took it in turns. Afterwards, I creamed Matt up again and then we sat, towels around our waists, on the leather sofa. I opened a couple of bottles of beer and we sat and drank them. Matt put his feet up over the end of the sofa and laid his head in my lap.

"This has turned out to be the most amazing day. My interviews went well and I've lost my virginity to the sexiest boy on the planet. Who I have also got to shag. I don't think life can get any better"

"If you get offered a place, Matt, will you take it?"

"Are you kidding? Of course I will. Where else would anyone want to go to University? And you'll still be here for at least my first year. That would be a dream come true."

I hadn't really thought about that. Of course, it was true. And that might make things complicated.

It had been a long day and we hadn't held back during our bout of sex. We were both tired and we soon headed for bed. We dropped the towels and slipped into bed. It was a bit of a tight fit but we never even discussed not sleeping together. Matt fell asleep almost at once. My head was full of conflicting thoughts. I loved Max – didn't I? What Matt and I had done was only sex, wasn't it? So why did what I had just done not feel just like a bit of casual sex? I liked Matt. But that was all, wasn't it? A little voice whispered that I liked him a lot. Loved him maybe? I shook my head. No way. But the voice persisted. Matt was going to be here in College at the same time as me for a year in all probability. And Max was in Germany. And the sex had been very, very good. And had I ever wanted Max to fuck me twice in one night? And Matt certainly loved me. And he was very cute. And sexy. And bright. And good in bed. My head felt like it wanted to explode.

I couldn't get comfortable – either physically or in my head. And as I relaxed so the guilt started to creep over me. I carefully moved Matt's head from my shoulder and laid it on the pillow before slipping out of bed and covering him with the duvet. I grabbed a blanket from the cupboard and headed for the lounge.

I lay down on the sofa while thoughts continued to spin through my head. I must have dropped off eventually, because when I came to it was to find Matt crouched over me.

"I wondered where you had gone. Why did you leave me?"

"Couldn't sleep and didn't want to disturb you. What's the time?"

"About 7.30."

"Come back to bed with me, Chris."

I got up off the sofa; my neck hurt where I had obviously slept in an awkward position and followed Matt back to the bedroom. It was impossible to ignore the fact that he had a stiffie. I lay on the bed and Matt cuddled up to me.

"You OK, Chris? You've not said anything. Have I upset you?"

I smiled. "No, Matt. You haven't upset me. I just haven't slept much – is all."

"Things on your mind?"

"Yeah…things on my mind."

"Not bad things, I hope?"

"No, Matt. Not bad things. Just stuff."

"You and me….that is…you don't regret what we did last night?"

"No Matt, " I lied, "I don't regret it. Relax, we're cool."

His face cracked into a grin. "Thank God…I was so worried."

Truth was, so was I.

He hugged me and I hugged him back. But not in the way I had the previous night.

Matt had an interview lined up for 10 o'clock, and we needed something to eat first, so we showered and dressed and went down to the dining hall for a full English breakfast. We were both ravenous.

Back in my room, Matt kissed me on the cheek before leaving . "See you later."

"Sure thing, Matt – hope everything goes well for you."

Once he'd left, my thoughts turned back to Max. I was truly confused about how I had felt when Matt and I had first fucked. I knew that I would tell Max everything that had happened – we had promised to be honest with each other and I wasn't about to change that.

The more I thought about Max, the more I realised just how much I loved him. We simply connected with each other in a unique way. Yes, I had been physically attracted to Matt – but I reckoned that that was just because I had been so hungry for sex. I thought about it. It had been very good sex, but it sure wasn't love – not the sort of love I felt for Max. I sighed. Matt was going to be upset. I reckoned Max would be fine with me sleeping with Matt – I was pretty sure he and Sigi were sleeping together from time to time - and we had, after all, both done stuff with Matt in Cornwall ; but I worried that Matt might not be OK with having me as anything other than his boyfriend – which simply wasn't on the cards.

About an hour later, there was a knock on my door. It turned out to be Jonathan Cruise, the other boy I was looking after on interview. I invited him in. He was a good-looking boy. Blond hair and blue eyes, an inch or so shorter than me and, I guessed, a sportsman. He was lean and fit. He also smelled nice. He had a whole load of questions for me – which I did my best to answer. His voice was deep and he had a great laugh. He had a habit of pushing his fingers through his mass of floppy hair, pushing it back over his forehead. I instantly liked him.

I showed him to his room which was in the adjacent Quad and arranged to collect him for a drink before dinner. I said I'd introduce him to Matt as well. He thanked me and smiled.

I saw Matt briefly at lunchtime. His second interview had gone well, but he had been asked to go to Magdalen College for an unexpected interview that afternoon.

"'Why would that be, Chris?"

"Could be all sorts of reasons. The best would be that they think you might be worth a scholarship."

"Really? OK...but I think I'd rather have a place here."

I smiled. Life would be simpler if he was offered a scholarship at another College, I reckoned.

Shortly before six, Matt let himself into my room and came over and gave me a kiss.

"How was Magdalen?"

"OK. I'm not sure that they thought I was a potential scholar though. Nice grounds, though." He paused and looked straight into my eyes. "I don't suppose we've got time for a quickie before dinner?"

"No, we really don't. I have to go and collect my other interviewee and then take you both for a drink. You'll like him. He's your type – blond and hunky." I smiled.

He smiled back. "Sounds interesting. Do you fancy him?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Why don't you come with me; we'll collect him together. Maybe you'll be the one who fancies him. Not that I've any reason to suppose he's gay, mind. His name, by the way, is Jonathan. Jonathan Cruise. And Matt...there's something I need to tell you."

He looked up at me. I could see the concern in his eyes.

I took a deep breath. "Matt, I don't for one moment regret what we did last night. It was amazing; you are amazing. But...I can't be your boyfriend. I love Max. I hope you understand."

He crumpled up a little on the sofa, and I went and sat beside him, putting my arm around his shoulders.

"I know, Chris. I've always known. But just for one moment I thought...I hoped..."

"You will find someone Matt – you are sexy, bright and fun. All you need to do is be you." I wanted to let him down gently. "And if you still want to spend tonight with me, that would be fine too."


"Cool. Now let's go and find Jonathan."

I put my arms round him - and he hugged me so tightly I could hardly breathe. I could see a tear trickling down his cheek which I wiped away with my thumb. I felt torn up inside – but I knew I had done the right thing.

We walked across to Jonathan's room and knocked on the door. He opened it and his face cracked in a big smile. 'Hi Chris. I'm all ready.'

"Great. This is Matt, he's a fellow-interviewee. I thought we could all sit together for dinner."

Matt shook hands with Jonathan. I could see them holding one another's look. They both smiled.

"Nice to meet you Matt."

"You too."

We headed to the College bar and ordered three beers. I told Jonathan about the shock I'd had when I'd opened the door to Matt and found that I knew him.

"Really? How did you meet?"

I made a passing the ball movement to Matt and he told the story – leaving out the sex. I could see the two of them looking at each other as Matt told the story. And I wondered.

The two of them chatted constantly over dinner, laughing at each other's stories and jokes and discovering how much they had in common. At the end of the meal I said,

"Why don't you two head for the bar? I'll catch up with you later or tomorrow – unless there's anything else you need right now?"

They looked at each other. "I think we're both OK, Chris. Thanks for introducing us. We'll catch you later."

I headed back to my room to do some reading I had promised myself, and wondered when – or if – I'd see Matt again that evening. At eleven, I turned in. No sign of Matt. Was he in his room – or Jonathan's? Maybe I had read too much into a look. Either way, the thought of having the bed to myself – and giving my cock a chance to recover – was a good one. And it was a whole lot better, in the greater scheme of things, that Matt wasn't with me. I must have fallen asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.

The next morning I woke in time for breakfast but saw no sign of either Matt or Jonathan in hall. As I was leaving though, I saw the two of them walking together towards the Dining Hall. They were chatting. I walked over and said hi.

"Hi Chris. Ummm…turned into a bit of a session last night. We both feel the need for food. Have you eaten?"

"Yes, just finished."

"OK. We'll catch you a little later if that's OK?"

"That's fine. Hope you both slept well."

I caught the most fleeting of glances between them.

"Yeah, I slept well. How about you, Matt?" said Jonathan.

"Err, yeah, I had a great night too."

I could have sworn that there was a little smile in Matt's voice as he said this, but I let it pass.

"OK, well pop up once you're feeling more human."

"Will do."

As they walked on, I was as certain as I could be that they had spent the night together.

Which was a great result if true. For everyone.

I didn't see Matt again until late afternoon, when he knocked on my door.

"Hi Matt, how's it all gone?"

"Really well, I think, Chris. I'm all done now so I'm just going to put my things together and

head home. Thanks for all your help – and everything else too."

"You and Jonathan seemed to get on well."

He blushed. "Yeah. Yeah, we did. Really well actually."

"And was he good in bed?"

His jaw dropped. "What the hell did you know we slept together?"

I smiled. "I could tell, Matt. So...tell me all about it."

"Well, we had a few beers and talked. I asked him to tell me about himself and he did – all sorts of stuff and then he told me that he was gay. He asked me to tell him about myself and it seemed reasonable to start by saying that I was gay too. And it kind of just went from there. He asked me if I had a boyfriend and I said no. I asked him if he had one and he said that he had just come out of a relationship. Then I told him the full story about me and you – he thinks you're drop dead gorgeous by the way – and one thing led to another and we ended up back in his room in bed together. He's lovely Chris. Really lovely. We're going to stay in touch and try to see each other after Christmas."

"Sounds like you've found a boyfriend...."

"I think I might. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we both got places here?"

I nodded and gave him a kiss.

"I'm really happy for you, Matt."

"Thank you. It really has been the most amazing two days. First you and then Jonathan. I'll ever forget you, Chris. I loved having sex with you and I really thought that I could never want anyone other than you. But Jonathan....I think he might be the one. And I know that I can't have you anyway – not as a boyfriend."

I smiled. "Good. That's very good, Matt. And I enjoyed having sex with you too. But you needn't think you're getting away without telling me all about what you two did in bed..."

His eyes met mine. "OK. Well. Jonathan told me he was...what was his phrase...a 'versatile bottom' so he's kind of the opposite to you. As my bum is still a bit sore, that suited me just fine. We sucked each other off and then I shagged him. He offered to return the favour, but when he put his cock against my hole, it was too sore – so that's something we have still to try." He smiled. "We kissed and cuddled a lot…which I loved. He has a great body – smooth but firm all over. And he's a great kisser. I suppose you want to know all about his cock?"

I just raised my eyebrows.

"He's quite big even when limp. It's not like yours – you know, yours starts off pretty modest then just grows and grows. His just kind of fills out and hardens – it's only about an inch or so bigger hard than soft but it ends up about the same size as yours. He's uncircumcised, but his foreskin only half-covers the head even when limp, and when he's hard it's pulled back so tight it looks like he's cut. Nice balls too – they hang down a bit and they are all covered in fuzzy blond hair. I think I'll see if he'd fancy shaving them – I'd love to see what they felt like if they were all smooth like yours. He's a lot more experienced than me – but it was great that you and I had done stuff as at least that meant I could give him something back. He really enjoyed me sucking him – he said that I had clearly had a good teacher. That's you, by the way. We talked about you too. He wanted to know what sex with you had been like. I told him – I hope that you don't mind. I told him about you and Max, too, and the relationship you have. He thought it was pretty awesome. I think it's pretty awesome too. And talking about you got us both hard again so we sucked each other off again. He tastes nice. Different from you."

"We all taste a bit different. And I don't mind you having talked about what we did at all. And after you'd sucked?"

"I fucked him again – he begged me to. Then we did again this morning." He smiled. "From virgin to sex-fiend in forty-eight hours."

I laughed.

He paused. Then he looked into my eyes;

"And I think he'd like for us to have a threesome at some point – maybe if we both get places here. And I'm also pretty sure he'd like to spend tonight with you...and if he does, you should definitely go for it." His eyes were twinkling.

"I don't think so, Matt - but I'm so pleased that things worked out. Have a great Christmas – and let me know if you get a place."

"I will...what's your number?"

I gave it to him and we hugged and then we kissed. I could feel him hard inside his trousers."Guess all that talk about sex has got to you."

He nuzzled my ear. "Just being with you gets me hard, Chris. Jonathan or no Jonathan. And...thank you, Chris. Thank you for everything. Whatever the future holds, there will always be a little part of me that loves you."

"And I will always remember you, Matt. But let's hope you get your place – and Jonathan too – and that everything works out for the two of you."

He nodded.

"Come on, let's get you to the station."

When I got back from the Porters Lodge having seen Matt safely into a cab, I found Jonathan waiting outside my door.

"Hi Jon – come in."

"I've got two more interviews today; where are these places?"

He showed me his notes and I was able to point him in the right direction.

"Has Matt been to see you this morning?"


"Umm...did he tell you about…"

"You two getting together? Yes, he did. I'm very happy for both of you."

"Thank you. He is a really lovely guy."

I smiled. "He said exactly the same about you."

"He told me all about you as well. I hope you don't mind."

"He told me that too. And no, I don't mind at all."

"Oh, great. Can I catch up with you again later after the interviews?"

"Of course, Jon. I'll be here."

"OK. Thanks for the help. See you later."

"Hope it all goes well."

"Thanks." He stepped over and gave me a hug. "Thanks for introducing me to Matt."

I looked into his eyes. He was still holding me in a hug. "My pleasure, Jon. I'm pleased you found each other. And you obviously had a very good night together."

"We did. You taught Matty very well."

'Matty'. They obviously really had got close. "We had fun, Jon. I like him a lot."

"Umm...I really like you too, Chris." I felt him press his groin against mine. There was something big and hard there. I moved my weight away from him.

"I'll see you later."

"You bet." He smiled. He had lovely white, even teeth. He squeezed my shoulders before breaking the hug and heading out of the door.

Jonathan and I had dinner together and then headed up to my room, where he wasted no time with any formalities.

"You are so fucking sexy, Chris. Please can we go to bed together? Matt said it would be OK to ask."

"It's OK to ask, Jon. But the answer is 'no'. I shouldn't have slept with Matt and I'm not going to sleep with you - despite the fact that you are, undoubtedly, sexy as hell. You have Matt and he has you. This would only complicate things - apart from anything else." I paused. "So are you and Matt going to make a real thing of your relationship?" I asked him.

"I hope so Chris, I really do. I've just come out of a messy relationship and I think Matt is just what I need. And I hope I'm what he needs too. Umm...I felt a bit guilty about wanting to sleep with you, but Matt told me he was OK with me asking. He told me about you and Max and your relationship. I think I'd like a relationship like that – where you are together but you can share each other with people you trust if you ask each other first."

So I told him about Mark. About what he'd taught me about myself and about love. About how we'd met Max. About his infinite capacity to share. As I talked, for the first time in a long time, I became emotional. I found that I had tears running down my face as I told him what had happened to Mark.

"Oh my word," was all he said before taking me in his arms and holding me to him. His hand stroked my hair and he kissed me gently on the cheek and told me it was alright. When the tears stopped he wiped my eyes with his fingers and just cradled me, my head on his chest and his arms around my shoulders.

"Thank you," I whispered.

And I knew than that Matt was going to be in the safest of hands. With a boy who was not only sexy but who had a heart and a soul of gold.

I made him coffee and he told me a bit about himself and his life and his family before getting up, giving me a hug, and heading back to his room.

The next morning, as I sleepily wandered through from my bedroom to the lounge, I saw a note under the door.

My dear Chris

Thank you for helping me these past two days. Thank you for introducing me to Matty who I know will be that someone special in my life.

You are a kind, loving and beautiful guy. I hope that I will get a place here and that we will see each other again next year.

I didn't want to disturb you and I needed to catch an early bus home. I will let you know how things go.

I've put my phone number and address on the back of this note.

With love


I turned the note over and there, indeed was his number and address. Time for me to go home for Christmas as well. Time to talk to Max. I showered, packed up my bag and headed for the station. I called home and Mum said she'd come and collect me. It had been quite a final week of term.

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