Getting Burgers

I went and ate burgers with Matthew in Lygon Street for dinner. It was a nice night and I just felt like sitting outside and enjoying the fresh night air. He's such a twink. Cute as. He was very excited, wanted to know if it was a date.

“Yeah, sure,” I said. “This is a date.”

He called me, I'd given him my number the last time we met up. I met him there. He was waiting outside for me to arrive. His face lit up when he saw me.

"So, are we dating?"

"No Matt, we're not dating."

"But this is a date?"

"We can go on a date without dating."

"Is that logical?"

"You mean, are we going out together, seeing each other? Yes?"

"Yes."

"No. We're just mates, Matt."

"Mates who fuck?"

"Yep, mates who fuck."

"Can't it be more than that?"

"Matt... slow down."

"Am I scaring you?"

I laughed, I couldn't help it. It was stupid, funny. He was being adorable, like a little brother. "I don't scare that easily."

"So, why not?"

I took him in a headlock and ruffled his hair. "Too much. Too many questions." I let him go. "Let's get burgers."

He pushed at the top of his head with both his hands. "Okay." He smiled. "Too much?"

"Yep."

People were looking at us.

Matt's eyes sparkled.



It was a beautiful night, warm, the sun was still shining. We got our burgers and sat outside. Matt rubbed my leg with his foot.



I took him home and we did it over the kitchen bench, lubed with olive oil.

He's such a young pup, floppy hair, clear skin. Actually, Tommy was younger at eighteen, Matthew is twenty, but Matthew seems younger, a cute younger. A hot little bottom whose is interesting and smart too. He goes all floppy and compliant when I push him down face first on the bench with one hand and reach around and undo his jeans with the other.

Then it's all dirty talk from there.

"I just need to be inside you mate."

"Oh yes, please, I want you inside me."

He's got the sexiest little arse as I slide his jeans down over the backs of his thighs and then peel his jocks over his ripe, round cheeks.

I finger his crack teasingly and he pushes back and the tip of my finger pushes inside his parting flesh with ease.

"Oh yeah, put it inside me," he says, as he squirms around on the bench in anticipation.

He likes it raw inside him. We've made promises that while we are fuck buds we'll only do raw with each other. Special to each other. It feels good and definitely not too soon.

It feels great, warm on my skin as I hug him. He has nice smile, and a dirty mind, it is a good combination. He's enthusiastic. He looks so sexy laid across the granite, with his wide shoulders, his narrow waist and his come to me eyes.

We ate our burgers smiling at each other.