Date: Sun, 18 Feb 2018 07:00:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: orion karter <orionkarter@yahoo.com>
Subject: What He Needed

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What He Needed

Matt used to come over for head. Sometimes receiving the text ("busy?") was
the hottest part of the encounter, just knowing that somewhere his need had
moved his hand to his phone to get access to my mouth. I loved that he felt
entitled to get off whenever he wanted and expected me to be available.
That was pretty much how we met, actually, on some hook-up app where maybe
the second or third thing he said after "hi" was "i need head."

One typical Saturday he texted me from the gym, saying he needed to come
over. I pictured him straddling the bench in the locker room, shirt off,
wearing nylon shorts, shoes off but still wearing ankle socks, his back
hunched as he bent over the phone. Post-workout texts from him were
common. So, knowing his workout schedule, I tried to be at home when he'd
be finishing up.

A knock at the door. I jumped up and tried not to answer it too quickly. I
never wanted it to be too obvious that I was just sitting around waiting to
suck his cock with nothing better to do in my life, which, of course, I
was. I got up, took a deep breath, checked my hair in the mirror, and
slowly walked across the living room to the door and opened it. Matt was
wearing a yellow ski jacket and shiny black Adidas pants.

He pushed past me into the living room. "What took you so long to answer
the door? It's fucking freezing out." He shrugged the jacket off, kicked
off his shoes and plopped down on the couch. He rubbed his left bicep, then
his right, before flinging off his t-shirt. "Come on. I haven't got all
day."

I knelt in front of him and placed my hands on the waistband of his pants,
pulling on them. He lifted his hips a little and I wiggled his pants and
underwear down at once. His soft cock rolled against his right thigh.
Beneath it, his ball sack expanded as his balls shifted downwards.

I bent my head but paused. Matt was truly ripe. It was obvious he hadn't
showered after working out. Normally I loved his smell, but this was a bit
much.

"I know. I stink." I looked up into his ice blue eyes. His face was hard
and flat. "Is there a problem?"

"No." I bent my head a bit more and began to lick along the length of his
cock. I kissed the tip of it and let it sit in my mouth for a second, each
hand on one of his thighs. I heard Matt's breath slow down and felt his
body relaxing. I eased more of my mouth over his cock, my head as still as
possible, and started to feel it grow and lengthen across my tongue.

I loved Matt's body. He was long, lithe and tight, taller than me and toned
in a way I could never be. As I sat with his cock growing in my mouth, I
stared at his abs. Even sitting, his stomach was improbably flat. I wanted
to count every strand of the very thin trail of black hair that ran
straight up the middle of his chest from his navel. I ran my hands up and
down his thighs to warm them up.

His dick had become totally hard after about fifteen seconds in my mouth. I
felt a quiet pride, realizing how quickly he had gotten hard. I very gently
began to move my mouth up and down, my lips hiding my teeth from his
shaft. I willed my jaw and neck muscles to relax, letting saliva fill my
mouth to make it warm and wet for him.

I have sucked a lot of cocks. Matt's was special. I am not sure exactly
why. To look at it, his cock was fairly normal, even average. It wasn't
memorably huge, only slightly longer than what I believed was average in
length. It was definitely not thin, but not any slab either. Matt's dick
was a straight and perfect tube that I could suck on forever. It had
symmetry. Come to think of it, that's what made it special. When I sucked
him, his dick fit so perfectly that it felt like it was made from a mold of
the inside of my throat. I could go all the way down on it, flex the
muscles in my throat to massage it, and stay there nearly indefinitely
because I could breath the whole time. It was heaven. It felt like his cock
was made to be in my throat. I've never felt that with any other guy's
cock.

I felt one of Matt's hands on top of my head and heard him sigh. He spread
his legs a bit wider and pushed my head down on his cock. My lips slid to
the base and his pubes filled my vision. Or, what was left of them. Since
our last encounter, he had almost shaved them all off, leaving only a
small, short rectangle. It was almost feminine, like the pubes on a
stripper. It was the only almost feminine thing about Matt.

"Dude..." I turned my head to the side a little to let the heat of my
breath move around his cock. I grazed one fingertip against his balls as
gently as possible. "Your mouth is incredible. This one girl, Molly, her
pussy was amazing, I couldn't get enough of it... so hot and so tight, but
your mouth, it's... even better...it's what you do with it, fuck..."

My own dick swelled in my jeans when I heard this. He knew the way he
talked to me drove me crazy, especially when he talked about the girls he'd
(supposedly) fucked while his cock was in my mouth.

Matt went quiet and all I could hear was his breathing, deep and slow. I
glanced up at him, expecting his head to be tilted back, as it usually was
when I was sucking him. Instead, he was gazing down, and our eyes
met. After more than a second, our eyes were still locked, and I realized
he was not looking at his cock in my mouth. Matt was looking in my eyes. He
had a hand on either side of my head. His grip began to tighten like a vise
against my temples. Still staring straight at me, his eyes opened a little
wider, his lips parted, and his semen began filling my mouth. I stroked his
balls with two fingers, feeling them pulse and empty. He kept my head in
place as I swallowed, only releasing his grip when nothing could spill.

I sat back on my heels, still high from the taste of his cum. My dick was
hard and leaking in my pants. I couldn't wait for him to leave so I could
get off.

Matt stood and pulled up his pants, put on his shirt and shoes, and picked
up his coat. He ran a hand through his hair, looked at me quickly, then
looked away. "Later."

The door shut. I yanked my shorts down and furiously began to beat off, his
smell still on my fingers and the taste of his cum in my mouth. I
remembered the taste and feel of it pulsing into my mouth and felt my balls
tighten. I thought about him bragging about that girl's pussy. I imagined
his hard cock inside it, sliding back and forth while she squealed, his ass
muscles clenching as he drilled her, and I shot all over the carpet.

*

I got a text from Matt two days later, which was unusual. He didn't usually
come by more than once a week, and sometimes several weeks would go by
without hearing from him. He said he'd be over in a half hour.

As usual, I started to get worked up waiting for him to get there. Usually
I would just sit, a bundle of anticipation until he arrived. This time I
had a half hour so I decided to do something different. I pulled down my
jeans and ran my fingers over my dick, thinking about Matt's cock. I
remembered how hard I had shot when I thought about him fucking that
girl. My dick got ferociously hard and began to leak. I tasted my precum
off my finger. I spent the whole half hour edging my dick, and was right on
the verge of cumming when Matt finally showed up.

The weather had eased up a bit, so he had ditched the ski jacket for a
hoodie. He was also wearing dark blue jeans and hiking boots. He pulled the
hoodie and the t-shirt he was wearing underneath over his head all at
once. I felt like shooting my load just looking at his tight, toned chest,
bare above the black belt of his jeans. His hand went to the belt and
slowly started pull the end of it through the buckle. My cock swelled more
in my pants and my eyes shifted to Matt's face. He was looking at me as he
unfastened his belt.

"Come here." I walked to him. The undone belt dangled in front of the
zipper of his jeans. The buckle clinked softly. As I stood in front of him,
I stared at his crotch, wondering when his pants would be open and his cock
shoved down my throat. Matt placed the palms of his hands on my shoulders
and I waited for him to apply pressure, my signal to kneel. Instead, his
hands just rested there. With some difficulty, I tore my eyes away from his
jeans and looked at him. Again, his ice blue eyes were staring into mine.

"Do you like sucking my cock?" I blinked and hesitated. What kind of a
question was that? Wasn't it obvious? I'd been doing it for almost a year,
every time he asked.

"Yes, Matt. I do. I..." My voice lowered to almost a whisper. "I love
sucking your cock, Matt."

He raised his right hand and placed the palm against my cheek. I was
startled by the gesture, then doubly startled by the feel of a single
stroke of his thumb.

"Good." The thumb moved to my lips, then across them. I opened them and
Matt's thumb gently entered. I felt my cock throb, almost painfully, and
the slightly uncomfortable feeling of precum soaking all the way through my
briefs to the skin of my leg. I wondered if my edging plan had been such a
good idea.

Still with his left hand on my shoulder and his right thumb in my mouth, he
turned me so my back was to the couch, then pushed me to the floor right in
front of it. I fumbled with the button and zipper of his jeans, pulling
them down enough to bring out his cock. Letting go of me, he braced himself
with his left hand against the back of the couch and pulled my head towards
his crotch with his right palm against the back of my head. He started
fucking my face, pushing me back towards the couch cushions, then leaning
both knees against them as he slammed his cock in and out of my mouth. As
he fucked my face, I held his hips, then his back, then ran my hands over
his chest. He was starting to sweat.

Matt slowed down, then stopped. He moved his left hand from the back of the
couch so that both hands were against the back of my head, holding it down
on his cock. Holding my head there, he unbent his knees from the couch
cushions, pulling my head up a bit as he stood, then kept me in place as he
turned around. He sat down on the couch, breathing heavily. My lips parted,
breaking the seal around his cock. I felt drool spill out of them, webbing
into the hair on his balls. I caught my breath and began to suck him
slowly.

"I want you to always do this..." I looked up at Matt. Again, he was
staring straight at me. His eyes narrowed, then widened. His cock suddenly
swelled in my mouth. A helpless expression spread across his face and I
tasted a flood of his semen. I began to swallow, then felt my own orgasm
and began to shoot into my briefs as he continued to shoot into my mouth. I
moaned and fell forward an inch or so, briefly losing my balance from the
intensity of my orgasm. I managed to get all of his cum swallowed, then sat
back, stunned.

Matt's eyes narrowed. "Did you just cum?"

I felt my face redden. Shit. "Yeah." I wasn't sure what to expect.

"From sucking my dick?"

"Yeah."

"You didn't even touch yourself."

"I know." I didn't mention my half hour of edging before he arrived.

"You like my dick that much."

"Yeah. I told you."

Matt stood and began to pull his jeans up, but absently slowed his
movement. He seemed lost in thought. His hand lingered above the zipper and
the belt as he stared off into space. After a minute, his hand began to tug
at the zipper.

"No one else sucks me like you."

"Thanks."

"I mean it." He pulled his hoodie over his head and turned towards the
door. "Bye."

For once, I didn't need to jerk off as soon as he left. I did need to
change my underwear.

*

After a few days, I hadn't heard from Matt. I was surprised. Our last
encounter had been very hot, for me at least, and I thought he'd want more
of his regular head. I thought about sucking his dick all day while at my
boring job and had to relieve myself in the men's room more than a few
times. I caught myself staring at my phone while it sat silently. At night
my phone sat by me while I watched tv, but no notifications, nothing.

After a week, I became somewhat disgusted with myself for obsessing over
Matt and sucking him. Was this what my life had become? I hadn't really
dated anyone, much less had a boyfriend, for several years. For the last
year or so I had been sucking Matt regularly and had been pretty content
with that. Now, the thought that Matt might be moving on, cutting ties,
whatever, sent me into a slight panic. I realized how much of my erotic
focus and life had come to center on him. Even getting a text from him
created a Pavlovian response in me. Was this healthy?

I decided to take matters into my own hands. I started working out again. I
took some selfies and made a profile asserting that I was looking for
actual dating, not just sex. Maybe I could find a boyfriend with a dick as
nice as Matt's, who loved getting sucked, who would always be around, and
also would be there for doing fun stuff with. Like whatever boyfriends
did. Go to the grocery store, go out to eat. Go to movies. I got responses,
but most were just looking for sex. I wasn't ruling that out either, but
none of the guys who responded did much for me.

Four weeks had gone by since the last time Matt had come over. I had gone
out on several dates, one of which ended with me sucking the guy off in his
parked car in front of my apartment. Uncharacteristically, I had made the
move. Dinner had been okay, but there was no real spark between us. I tried
to admire the guy's build and strong hands while we were eating, but then
the sight of Matt's naked chest above his belted jeans would pop into my
head, obliterating any lukewarm desire I had managed to accumulate for the
guy. By the end of dinner, it was obvious that our only mutual desire was
to end the encounter. I found myself increasingly worked up as he drove me
home to my apartment, remembering Matt with a sinking feeling that we would
never talk again. I stared out the window of the date's car, picturing
Matt's eyes looking into mine as he came in my mouth.

The date pulled his car up to my place, and we started to make idle chat
before what we both knew would be good-bye forever. Almost without
realizing it, I put my hand on his thigh. He looked hesitant, slightly
uncomfortable, but said nothing. I bent over and undid his pants, pulled
out his cock and began sucking. It was bigger than Matt's. So what. It had
no personality. The guy said nothing, did nothing as I sucked him. No hand
on the back of my head, no pushing my head down, no filthy talk about the
girls he'd fucked. "Thanks a lot, that was great," he said, after I
swallowed his load. I mumbled a good-bye as I got out of the car.

Back in my apartment, I sat on my couch, in the spot Matt usually sat in
while I sucked him. My hardon felt like it was weeping. I missed him. I was
sick of jacking off and thinking about him, sick of thinking about him
while going through the motions of everything in my life. Still, I got off
once again. Even with the taste of that other guy's come fresh in my mouth,
Matt was all I could think about.

*

Some six weeks had passed since the last I'd heard from Matt. This was
longer than he'd ever gone without contacting me during the whole year I'd
been sucking him. I had given up hearing from him again. He'd obviously
found what he needed somewhere else.

Then, one night as I sat in a near-coma in front of the television, a
ping. It was him. My heart began to pound as I brought the phone to my
face. "Hey man." I stared in shock for a while at the message, almost in
disbelief. As my fingers hovered over the screen, wondering what I could
say in response that would not come across as desperate, another text from
him appeared. "Have u missed me?"

"Yes," I texted back. For almost a whole minute, nothing. Then, finally:
"Same."

I felt somewhat floored. What was going on? He'd never said anything like
this before. His texts had always been blowjob-centered and
logistical. "Busy?" meant "I need head, can I come over?" Or, sometimes,
just: "8?"  Pure efficiency.

I was worrying about how exactly to respond to his declaration when Matt
surprised me again. "Can u come over here?" In all the time I'd known him,
he had only ever come to my place, where I lived alone. I had always
assumed that he had a roommate or someone living there and needed
discretion.

I was already dressed for bed but I wasn't going to pass up sucking Matt
again for anything. I told him sure, he texted me his address, and within
five minutes I was in my car driving towards the outer belt.

Matt's house was a split level ranch in a bland suburb. I parked in the
driveway behind his Jeep Cherokee. Seeing it reminded me of all the times I
had peeked through my blinds, waiting for the moment when it would pull up
to my place.

At Matt's door, I rang and waited. My heart was still pounding, then
started jackhammering as I heard footsteps approach. Finally, the door
swung open.

Matt stood there in athletic shorts and a white t-shirt. It was obvious he
had no underwear on beneath the shorts. He was barefoot and held a beer in
one hand. A huge, goofy smile broke across his face. Had I ever seen him
smile before? I couldn't remember. If I had, never like this.

"Hey..." I smelled a cloud of beer and realized he must be drunk. I truly
didn't care. "Come in, man." I walked in and glanced around. His idea of
decorating included only branded merchandise from one particular football
team. "Come upstairs."

I followed him up the carpeted steps and into his bedroom. Only a dim lamp
was on, but I could still see his face.

Matt sat down on his bed. Instinctively, I began to get on my knees in
front of him, but he grabbed my arm by the bicep and pulled me towards the
bed. "No, come here. Sit here." I sat next to him.

He turned towards me, still with that goofy grin on his face. "Sorry I
couldn't drive to your place. I've been drinking."

"It's okay. I'm fine with coming here."

"I'm not really drunk. Just buzzed."

"It's cool. I don't care." I paused, unsure if I should say what I wanted
to say. "I'm just glad you texted me."

"I'm glad I did too. I'm sorry it's been so long."

Matt suddenly stood up and turned towards me. He took his shirt off and
stepped out of his shorts. His cock was already hard. He grabbed it with
his right hand and pulled on it. "Did you miss this?"

I felt my mouth start to water as I stared straight ahead at it. "Yes. I
did."

"My cock missed you." He bent over so that his face was next to mine, his
mouth next to my ear. "I want to put my penis in your mouth. Do you want
that?"

"You know I do."

"I want it too." He stood back up and continued jacking himself
slowly. "But not yet."

I raised my eyebrows. "No?"

"No, not yet." Matt took a step back. His hand fell away from his cock and
his eyes scanned me from head to toe. "Take your clothes off." His tone was
firm, which made my cock very hard, but my nerves started again. He'd never
asked me anything like this. I had never gotten any sense that he'd noticed
my body at all before. And because his was clearly so superior to mine, the
thought of being naked next to his taut, toned skin filled me with anxiety.

"Do you mind?" His tone was softer. He reached out a hand and touched my
cheek. I suddenly remembered him touching me the same way in my living
room, catching me off guard, six weeks ago. "Cause I want you to."

I closed my eyes and bent my head towards his palm, trying to feel as much
of it across the span of my cheek as I could. I started unbuttoning my
shirt. After taking it off, I reached down and pulled my shoes and pants
off. Self-consciously, I sat in my underwear on Matt's bed.

"Keep them on if you want. It's okay." He sat down and scooted back towards
the headboard. His cock was still hard. I knew I was staring at it, but I
didn't care. I leaned over and started moving towards it, but he blocked my
shoulder with his hand and pulled my face towards his. "Come here."

We lay facing each other on the bed. I wasn't sure what to do so I just
looked into Matt's eyes. He stroked my cheek and smiled at me.

"You're adorable."

I felt my face burn as it reddened completely. I had no idea what to
say. He smiled and blinked very slowly, put his hand on top of my head, and
gently began to push. I scooted down so that his cock was in front of my
face. It was throbbing and a thin strand of precum dangled from the tip. I
caught it in my mouth before swallowing his beautiful cock. I heard him
sigh as my lips slid down over the shaft. I circled one arm around his
waist, pulling him towards me. I felt Matt's hands move through my hair
while I moved my tongue and lips as slowly as possible over his cock.

"My beautiful cocksucker." Matt's voice was barely a whisper. "Do you like
my dick?"

I moaned, my mouth full.

"Talk to me. Take it out of your mouth and answer my question."

I let the head pop from between my lips and looked straight ahead at his
flat stomach. "Yes, Matt. I love your dick."

"Look at me."

I tilted my head up towards his face. His eyes had narrowed. I looked into
his eyes where I saw it. I knew, suddenly, that Matt needed something from
me. Not just my mouth, not just head or getting off. I didn't know what he
needed, but I felt it, and I realized I had always felt it.

"Answer. Do you like my dick?"

"I love it. I love your dick."

Matt slipped a finger between my lips, then pulled my jaw down. His voice
was a low, raw whisper I could barely hear. "Put it in. Put my penis in
your mouth."

With one hand I guided it into my mouth. Then, pulling it further in, his
cock perfectly filled my throat. I swallowed, willing my throat muscles to
massage him.

Matt moaned, then continued his murmuring. "In your mouth... my penis is in
your mouth... my penis..." I snuck a peek at his face. His head had tilted
back and and his eyes were closed, but then he looked down, and, for the
last time, into my eyes.

 "You're sucking ... my cock..." His hips bucked and his seed shot into my
mouth. "My baby... suck my penis..."

Matt's load continued filling my mouth as his cock spasmed against the back
of my throat. His hands kept my head firmly in place, even long after he
had finished shooting. I lay there until his dick began to soften in my
mouth. After a while I noticed that Matt's hands had fallen from my head
and his breath had deepened. I looked up at him. Matt was asleep.

"Hey. Matt." I whispered. He was out. I gently moved to the edge of the bed
and stood up. I looked over his long, sleek body. For a minute I stood
there and imagined living with him, sucking his cock every day and night. I
thought about crawling back into his bed, waking up next to him, then
waking him up by gently sucking his morning wood. Was that what he needed
from me?  I slipped my clothes on, went downstairs, and drove home.

If I had stayed, would that have shown Matt that I wanted to give him what
he needed? Because I left, did he think I didn't want to, that I wasn't
willing to give him what he needed? Is that why I never heard from him
again?