Date: Tue, 30 Nov 2004 22:34:24 -0800 (PST)
From: ladQVX
Subject: My Boy Matt II, 4th installment - Beginnings

All of the usual disclaimers apply. If it is illegal
for you to view materials of this nature, please leave
now. This story is a partial work of fiction. Although
the events are accurate, the names of those involved
have been changed.

As I've mentioned in the last three installments in
the category, these stories represent instances where
sex appeared to be a sure thing. Unfortunately,
unforeseen circumstances prevented them from
happening. These stories are dedicated to the vivid
fantasies of what could have been.

I'd been in my apartment for nearly a year. I had
grown rather comfortable with the many opportunities
I'd had to mess around with other guys. At this
particular point in time, I had been able to mess
around with a number of the core dudes that hung
around the place. Now, it seemed my next challenge was
to seduce the "fringers" that previously seemed
untouchable.

Shannon had been a semi-regular for several months. He
was brought to our group by a number of mutual friends
who also enjoyed coming around my apartment. Most of
the guys that hung out at my place had above average
looks. Shannon, on the other hand, was one of those
guys that drew your eyes to him when he entered the
room.

Shannon was about 5'8", probably 120 to 130 pounds,
dark dark brown hair and had eyes that could cut right
through you. I would have to say for the most part,
Shannon was smooth all over. Perhaps with the
exception of a small patch of hair under his arms and
around his dick. He also appeared to be trying to grow
a mustache, but was only able to yield a very space
patch of tiny, thin black hairs on his upper lip.

There was just something sexual about him. He seemed
to charm you without really trying. Shannon was known
for his prowess with the ladies. He'd had a number of
girlfriends during the time I knew him and in each
case, had a number of first time conqests under his
belt. One of the more attractive features about him
was how sure he was. When recounting his past
experiences there wasn't the slightest tone of
embarrasment. He seemed very sure of himself. Aside
from being drop-dead hot, his certainty was his next
best attribute.

Although Shannon loved getting laid, his first love
was the buzz. Shannon loved to get drunk and high. In
fact, there weren't many things he wasn't willing to
try. This would serve to be the one ray of hope that
someday, he may approach messing around with guys as
matter of fact as his drug use. This assumption really
started showing signs of being accurate.

Out of the blue one night, Shannon knocked on my door.
I was a little surprised to see him and even more
surprised when I realized he was alone. In my mind, I
felt as if this was going to be the night that I would
work my magic again and finally bagged the untouchable
Shannon.

I had already had a few beers by the time he'd arrived
and as we talked that night, Shannon and I polished
off the better part of a case of beer. As I said, I
started working my magic. The beers we were drinking
made me feel a little more confident than usual, so it
didn't take me long to start in with seducing him.

Like many conversations of this nature, it started out
pretty light. He seemed rather curious about what sex
was like between two guys. I don't know if this was
just genuine curiousity coming out, or if he was using
the opportunity to actually have sex with me. In
either case, I treated the conversation as a sales
pitch to him. As the banter became more direct, I
found it more difficult to speak about it. So, rather
than spending the better part of the evening
struggling through questions to him, I chose to write
it down and pass the paper to him like kids in school.


I remember asking him in our letter, if he'd ever
consider having sex with a guy. Rather than giving me
a direct answer, he told me that it would depend on
the situation. I then asked him if there were any of
our mutual friends that he would be interested in
messing about with. Again, a cryptic answer. These
ambiguous answers just went on and on. At this point,
I was getting pretty arroused.

At this point, he became a little frustrated with the
passing of the pen and paper and asked me to just talk
to him about it. I was pretty nervous at this point,
so I indicated to him that it would be much easier for
me to just write this stuff down.

As we became more involved in the questioning, the
mood in the room transformed from a hypothetical
scenario to one of actual planning. I still wasn't
getting direct answers to his questions and I took
this as him wanting me to make the move. I sat for a
moment longer in an attempt to muster the courage to
ask him to go into my bedroom with me and fool around.
JJust as I was about to pop the question to him, there
was a knock at my door. For a brief moment, I thought
that if we remained quiet, maybe the person on the
other side of the door would just go away. However, my
stereo was on and the lights from my livingroom were
certainly visible to my guest in the hallway.

I gestured to Shannon that this was only going to take
a few seconds, then stood and answered the door. Much
to my regret, the person that came to visit was one of
my geeky friends from highschool. He invited himself
in and for those first few moments, I gave him the
eyes that said, "can't you see I'm fucking busy!!??"
He appeared oblivious to his intrusion and plopped
down on my couch. My mind was torn from my
conversation with Shannon and thrust into a
meaningless conversation with my new guest.

I kept suggesting that Shannon and I were in the
middle of soemthing and tried politely to suggest to
Matt that he needed to leave. During my attempt to
brush off Matt, Shannon must have decided our time
together was over and reached for his coat and
announced he would see me later. Regrettably, I
acknowledge his departure and watched as this great
chance had just slipped through my fingers.

Once I was certain that Shannon had left my building,
I jumped all over Matt for having ruined my chance
with Shannon. He seemed shocked to learn this and I
just shook my head in disbelief that anyone could
possibly be that stupid. Once he figured out what I
was talking about, he laughed at me for losing a lay.
With that, I told him to get the fuck out and not come
back. I was pissed!

Several years passed and I ran into Shannon at a
favorite watering hole of mine. I was belly up to the
bar with my brother on the right of me and Shannon to
my left. Although we'd not spoken in nearly ten years,
I reminded him of that fateful evening. I wasn't sure
how he was going to react to the subject, but threw
caution to the wind. I laughed when I told him that I
was pissed that Matt stopped by because he and I were
so close to having sex that night.

He tried to convince me that I was wrong and that he
had never once entertained the idea of having sex with
me. I laughed out loud at that. Why did he feel the
need to convince me that he never considered it? I
followed his attempts to prove he wasn't interested
with the fact that if I had really wanted to have sex
with him that night, it would have happened. From that
point on in the conversation, I think we agreed to
disagree. Besides, even if we had actually had sex
that night, he'd probably still try to convince me
that it never happened. In either case, deep down, he
knows I'm right and he will always be left with the
same "what if" as I do.