The Gay Man's Matchmaker

Chapter 13

He wasn’t just making romantic small talk, either. When I woke up the next day, it was almost noon, and I felt like I’d been run over by a freight train … but in a good way. My cheek rested on Joey’s golden chest and I could feel the thump of his heart. It was a strange, new experience for me. And I liked it. A lot. I looked up at his face and marveled at its beauty while he slept. His eyelashes were a bit darker than his mane of wild golden hair, and they rested against his skin below his eyes in startling contrast. His body was as toned as I remembered from the night before. Damn, the man must work out a lot! His six-pack abs gave me goose bumps, and I reached out to ghost my fingers over them.

“You can’t be awake already,” Joey murmured as he trapped my smaller hand in his big one.

I looked up at his face again. His eyes were still closed but he was smiling.

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because we just finished about an hour ago,” he laughed and rolled over me, trapping me beneath him.

I have never looked forward to morning sex so much. I told you before I liked to toss my one-nighters out at the crack of light in the window. But Joey’s not a one-nighter. Joey’s not even a casual fling. He’s here to stay. I know this because as we made love last night, he kept reminding me, over and over, how long he’s waited for this and how happy he is he finally got the nerve to approach me. He doesn’t have to worry about me being a flight risk, either. I’ve never felt so right about someone before.

“Just one more time?” I pleaded with him playfully. “Pwease?”

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmured before leaning in and capturing my lips again.

The musky smell and familiar taste of him filled my nostrils and mouth again, and I opened wider to let him deeper inside. He growled deep in his throat and the vibration it sent me hardened my cock again. I didn’t think I would have the strength for another hard on, but I was wrong. And Joey? Shit, he has stamina! That’s all I can say there. In fact, that’s all I can say period, because Joey’s muscular body suddenly undulates against mine and the sensation takes away all ability to think and reason. Fuck! I’m supposed to be hard and jaded! How does he do this to me? But I already know how. It happened sometime between our meeting at Kelly’s and this morning. I’m already in love with the bastard! And now I have to kick my own ass for calling my new boyfriend a bastard! This relationship thing will take some getting used to.

Joey’s fingers danced on my skin, sending shivers and waves of emotion all over me. I gasped and whimpered as I felt his lips on my ear, my neck … and then on my nipples. First one, which made me arch my back in protest, as it was still so sensitized from the night before. Then the other, no less sensitized, mind you. I began to writhe and rub against him in an age-old dance conveying my immediate need.

“Relax,” he whispered into my ear, causing another huge tremor to course through me. “We’ve got lots of time, don’t we?”

“Mmm hmm,” I somehow managed to get out.

“A lifetime, even,” he smiled down at me.

“Life … time …?”

“Yeah.” He kissed my lips softly for a minute. “A whole lifetime.”

“Long … haul?” I gasped out as his cock throbbed against my own.

“Definitely.”

“You mean it?” I asked in a small voice I didn’t even know I had. It suddenly became tremendously important to me that Joey meant it. It took us so long to find this that the thought of losing it, even so soon as it started, left me feeling cold and scared inside.

“Every word,” he said firmly, donning that serious look that no longer frightened me like it did at first. “You did, too … right?”

Are you fucking kidding me?

“Yes!” I reached up and pulled him down to meet my lips again. “God, yes!”

I swear I felt like one of those chicks on my daytime soaps. But, you know what? I didn’t care! I found the man I want to have a relationship with and I didn’t give a shit how sappy that sounded.

We kissed long and sloppily until his cock throbbed again.

“I think … we need to put that somewhere helpful,” I smiled between pecks.

“Mmm?” he murmured. “Have anywhere good in mind?”

Oh, I know! I know!

“Me,” I laughed. “Though I don’t know how good I am.”

“Oh you’re good.” Joey pulled back long enough to coat his fingers in the lube we left on the nightstand. “You’re excellent, in fact.”

He coated his shaft and braced himself as he easily fit right back in where he belonged. God he feels so good! I know I was still stretched from the night before, but the idea that he could find the right spot inside so easily turned me on so much that my own cock started to jump on its own. Joey gave me a lazy, languid look as he slowly reached between us and wrapped his big hand around me. I arched my back again as I was soon lost to the rhythm, moaning and whimpering for him to keep touching me.

“I won’t let go,” baby,” I vaguely heard him whisper. “I won’t.”

That seemed to do the trick because before I knew it I was spilling what was left inside of me into his hand. He grunted and growled just before he lost his own battle for control, and he filled me to completion. We panted and gasped for air as our hearts tried to return to a normal beat. When they did, I suggested, nonchalantly, I assure you, that we take a shower … yes, together! I wanted to be near him for as long as possible. He grinned and off we went.

After playing for a while in the shower … I swear, that boy definitely knows how to use a shower head in the most innovative ways … we got dressed. Joey decided to go commando, not wanting to put his briefs back on from the night before. And my own underwear was too small for him. I asked him if he wanted me to steal a pair of Tommy’s but he blanched. Hey, I know it sounds gross, but can you think of a better payback for the big blonde freak? Tommy, that is! Joey’s no freak!

He was able to fit into one of my tank tops. To be honest, the thing was always big for me. But it fit him like a glove and almost identically matched his ice-blue eyes. It worked very well, I can tell you that. So well I was just about to help him back out of it. Unfortunately, that’s when the damned door opened. Guess who walked in! Oh, come on. I know you know who!

“What .. the … FUCK?” big, blonde and bumbling demanded as he slammed into the apartment, almost knocking his little leather-skirt-clad fiancée off her size five and a halfs when he charged up to Joey, who looked fairly unconcerned. “What are you doing in my house?”

Oh, fuck no! He didn’t say that!

“Tommy?” Lauren began warningly.

“Your house?!” I shot back. “I kind of thought I lived here, too. Can’t imagine where I’d get that idea! Stupid lying lease!”

“Kee,” Tommy hissed.

“Fuck you!” I shot back. “I told you I was going to be dating Joey. This shouldn’t come as a surprise.”

“You didn’t say you would sleep with him!”

I glared my roommate down as if I was actually taller than he was. I was pretty good at that, actually. It always made him flinch … look! There he goes! Prick!

“Why wouldn’t I sleep with him?” I demanded. “He’s my boyfriend!”

Joey, who was leaning against the back of the couch, gave me a brilliant grin that melted my insides on contact. Stop that! I’m doing battle here! I flashed him a small smile before turning back to the wrath of Tommy.

“Look, I think you need to back off,” Lauren said to Tommy. “He’s over 21. And he said he wants this relationship. You’re not his daddy.”

Tommy turned a fulminating glare onto Joey and stewed over the situation silently for a few minutes. Damn it! I hate it when he does that! No good can come from him trying to think! But I waited as well inching ever so slightly closer to the man I was now dating. Joey took the hint and wrapped his muscular arms around my waist and pulling my back to his chest. Resting his chin on my shoulder he stared back at Tommy in challenge. A novel experience, this being the prize-thing. Very interesting indeed. Now I know how Lauren felt when she first started dating Tarzan over there.

“I guess I’ll have to get used to it,” Tommy grunted finally.

But I knew that look. He wasn’t getting used to anything. He was drawing the battle lines already. Still, Joey had me on his side now.

“Joe,” Tommy hissed sarcastically.

“Tom,” Joey replied in equal measure. “I guess we’ll be seeing each other around … for a while.”

“A while?” Tommy asked, quirking that light blonde eyebrow of his.

“Until you get married,” Joey replied with a shrug I couldn’t see but I felt.

“And after?” Tommy challenged.

“After that, you’re moving out, right?”

I almost choked when Joey said that, but I held myself in check. Tommy would view that as a sign of distress.

“We hadn’t discussed that far ahead yet,” Tommy returned coolly.

Well, we hadn’t. We should do that soon.

“It doesn’t matter anyway,” my boyfriend said casually. “Whether you keep the place, or not, by that time he and I will either be living together or planning the move.”


Tommy’s eyes blazed a cornflower blue fire at that and he balled his fists at his side. “Who … says he’ll want to move in with you?”

“He does,” Joey said simply. “We decided we’re in the relationship for the long haul. The long haul means cohabitation. Whether we decide on my place or his doesn’t matter to me.” He paused, I think he was staring Tommy down at this point but I was held firmly to his chest so I couldn’t see his face. “As long as I’m with him, I’ll be happy.”

Insides melting again. Can’t … stop …the butterflies. I love this man. I really do.

“Kee?” Tommy asked sharply.

I shot my eyes back up to his.

“We’re definitely in a relationship,” I finally murmured. “Isn’t that great?”

“Wonderful!” Lauren said for the both of them. “That’s all we were hoping for.” She looked up at the behemoth she was marrying in less than a year. “Weren’t we, Tom?”

“Oh, yeah,” he said humorlessly, still glaring at Joey. “It’s all I ever wanted.”