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Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 5

By RobertFoley

submitted September 17, 2016

Categories: Crush, Fetish, Gay Erotic Stories, Men On Holiday, Muscle, Neighbors, Romance

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When I woke up, Matt was no longer in the bed. When I checked my phone, he had texted me ‘Meet me downstairs for a run?’. I got up and squeezed my morning wood into some red running shorts, put on a black tanktop and my running shoes and walked downstairs.

Downstairs I found Matt standing in my parents’ kitchen, wearing his smoking hot black running tights that stopped at the knee and a tight white tanktop. This was not doing my morning wood any good in front of my parents. My Dad was sat at the table, eating his breakfast and my Mom was in the kitchen preparing something that smelled like eggs.

“Good morning all”, I greeted everyone. “Good morning! Would you like some scrambled eggs, dear?” “I think we’re going for a run first, but after that and a shower it would be perfect.” “Yeah, we’re just going to go run around the block a few times”, Matt said. “Matthew here came down to apologize to us for last night”, my Dad piped in. “BUTT he doesn’t realize he left a CRACKING first impression!” Dad laughed loudly at his own joke. Only Matt laughed with him, obviously. “I’ll get you back for that one, Bob!” “You boys have a nice run. Don’t forget there's a barbecue at the Gomezes this afternoon and they might want to take you to the beach before”, my Mom said. “Ooh beach day sounds great!” Matt said as we walked towards the front door. “See you in a bit!”, I said. “Knock yourself out, Matt!”, we heard our Dad yell before the door shut. Even through the door we could hear his laughing.

“I am so sorry about the jokes”, I told Matt as we started running. “I have ‘em coming, no worries”, he replied. “Should we tell them about your condition?” “I honestly don’t see why. Yesterday was a freak accident, which won’t happen again.” “I think I saw you pass out 5 times in 24 hours yesterday.” “They’re only aware of one time. Sorry babe, I am just not that comfortable speaking about this to people. Back home my condition made headlines and it made me feel so useless. What I love about the US is that I can choose who knows about it. It’s the only way I have some sort of control over it.”

Matt kept referring to his condition as “it”, which is something I have gotten used to. What I’ll never get used to is how easily he can continue talking while running. Very impressive. “It’s up to you, babe, you’ll have to live with the jokes”, I said as I slapped him on his spandex-clad bubble butt.

My Mom was a nurse before she retired, so I wasn’t surprised when Matt told me she insisted on looking at the bruise on his head this morning. She had said it looked a lot better than last night and I agreed with her. She said it wouldn’t have hurt to have a check-up at the hospital for a concussion. “After all, you don’t lose consciousness for nothing!”, was what she had said. “Oh, but I do!”, Matt had thought, but he hadn’t replied.

We got lost for a little bit as we ran down San Mateo Drive, thinking we were on our way back. It was a street like most others so far, mainly ground floor houses, two cars in the driveway, mainly older people on the street who looked at us in surprise as we ran by. We passed a church-like building. The sign outside said ‘Andrews Memorial Chapel’. I stopped and Matt stopped three steps later, turning around. “I forgot”, I was breathing heavily and took a pause, “I have ancestors here”. “Did your Dad grow up here?” “No, but he has an uncle who still lives nearby. We’re a small family, so once he decided to retire in Florida, he chose here.” Matt walked back towards me and hugged me. With his face inches from mine, he asked “Do you wanna retire in Florida?” “I don’t know yet”, I smiled. He planted a kiss on my lips.

“Oh, look!” Behind the church there was a park. We were now walking as we looked around. There were some lovely sights. “Do you wanna fuck behind the trees?”, I asked Matt. “We can’t! There are too many people here!”, Matt seemed offended by my suggestion. “And we’re meeting the neighbors, of course”, he winked at me. “Yeah, I don’t know why she gets so excited over them. Maybe they’re a gay couple?” “That would be too good to be true! I expect them to be old, above all.”

Trusting Matt’s sense of direction, we ran through the park and eventually hit Pinehurst Road at exactly the crossing we needed to go to the Royal Oak cul-de-sac my parents lived. When we entered the house, Dad was no longer at the table and Mom was there instead with a Latin man, about my age.

“Oh wow, you look like you had quite the run!”, my mother said as she looked Matt up and down. The man also looked at both of us and smiled. Only now I saw Matt’s white tanktop had gotten so sweaty it was basically see-through. “This is Esteban, one of our neighbors!”, my Mom enthusiastically introduced him. Matt and I shook hands with him and immediately apologized for our sweaty palms.

“Do you feel like hitting the beach today?”, he asked. He was about 5’7’’, but built. Short black hair as well as some light facial hair. I guessed him to be early to mid 30s. He also wore a white tanktop, not sweaty, and blue Adidas shorts. He had a very slight accent which was incredibly sexy. “Absolutely!”, Matt got excited. “We just need a shower, a change and a bite to eat”. “I’ll make you boys something, you go and get freshened up!”, my Mom immediately got herself to the kitchen to re-heat the scrambled eggs. “No problem, I just got back from work myself. Meet you out front in... 30?” Esteban asked. “Got it!”

After a quick shower, we put our swimwear on under our shorts, quickly picked out a top, white T-shirt for me, black tanktop for Matt, got our towels and some sunscreen in a bag and walked down. During all of this we talked about Esteban. “So, they’re not old.” “Maybe he’s the visiting son.” Mom had made us a nice breakfast and even got us both chilled bottles of water to take to the beach. So perfect.

When we got outside, I saw Esteban and a woman putting their bags in the trunk of their car, parked in front of the neighbouring house. The house next door was smaller than my parents’ and than most of the other houses in the street, with only a ground floor and a garage. We walked over with our one bag.

“You must be Alex”, the woman walked up to Matt to shake his hand. I guessed her to be mid- to late twenties. Her long, wavey brown hair was a real eye-catcher. She was in incredible shape. I guessed about similar in height to Esteban. She wore cut-off jeans and a crop top that showed off her big breasts and flat stomach. Some girls just look too thin, and she was one of those girls.

“Actually, no. I’m the boyfriend, Matt. This is Alex”, he replied as he shook her hand. “Oh I’m sorry. I’m Rafaela”. “Hi Rafaela”, I also shook her hand. “So nice to finally meet you", she said with a gorgeous smile. “Your mother doesn’t stop talking about you”. She, in turn, had no accent at all though by her skin tone and name one could guess she had a Latin background. “Wow, sorry”, I said as all three of us laughed.

I walked to the back of the car and saw Esteban push back their own two bags. Bent over, he was giving me quite the eyeful. He was now wearing a dark blue tanktop, a black and white baseball cap and light blue short shorts that clung to his curvy ass. His arms were close to Matt’s size. His ass wasn’t as big as Matt’s, but similar in how it stood out from the rest of his body.

I must have stood still in awe of his body, as I snapped out of it when he asked me if he could take the bag. “Oh, oops. Sorry”. A beautiful set of teeth were exposed as he smiled at me. This was the first time I had felt attracted to another man than Matt since our relationship.

I turned to get in the car, and saw Rafaela, playfully slapping Matt’s arm. “Stop it!”, she shrieked as she laughed. Her hand lingered on his arm. As I mentioned earlier, I see people flirt with Matt all the time, and so far every time Matt has seemed oblivious and/or not interested. But this time he was laughing out loud with her. I felt a pang of jealousy but was immediately aware it was my own insecurity.

Matt and I were in the backseat and Esteban was driving. He was telling us about how he was taking us to his favourite beach on Honeymoon Island. “I like the sound of that!”, Matt said, and his hand stroked my knee and thigh. We looked at each other. Because he hadn’t had time to shave this morning, he was sporting a slight moustache.

It was a beautiful drive, crossing Causeway Boulevard, looking out over the water. It was only a 15 minute drive, but in that time we got to know each other. Esteban and Rafaela got married only a few months ago and had only met one year before that in Orlando. Esteban is Mexican and they brought the wedding forward so he could get a green card. Esteban now works as a personal trainer, Rafaela manages a restaurant that her father bought.

Matt had the guts to ask why they lived in an area filled with pensioners, and apparently Rafaela’s parents lived there before and moved away. The house was a wedding gift. They both seemed really nice and they were incredibly funny most of all. Esteban seemed more calm which I mistook for shyness at first, which balanced out Rafaela’s youthful hyperactivity. They had both done their part when it came to renovating my parents’ top floor and I complimented their work. Quickly the conversation shifted to my parents and they said they had wanted to hang out with us alone as well as with my parents. When Rafaela asked Matt how meeting the parents had gone so far, he avoided telling them about the little drunken knockout incident.

Esteban parked at Cafe Honeymoon. I looked and realized I had been here before, a few years back, with my parents, Jesse, Diane and their kids. Today was a much warmer day though, I estimated it to be around 88 degrees (31 Celsius) and I could not wait to get into the water. Walking around the building, the beach and the water came into view and it looked magnificent. I realized I don’t go to Marina State Beach often enough back home in California. The weather isn’t as consistent over the summer, but still. Even a walk along the beach can be nice to clear the head or can even be romantic.

Right in front of the Cafe there were already quite a lot of people, so we walked along the beach for a little bit. I noticed Esteban was carrying along a duffel bag of some sort as well as a bag that clearly contained their towels. “It’s parts for a volleyball net. Rafaela and I like to play volleyball when we go to the beach”. That smile just killed me. “But first, I need to go into the water!” A trail of sweat ran down his cheek.

I wondered if he wore swimwear underneath those short shorts. If not, he would have to change, which was an exciting idea. Maybe that’s why we were walking out so far. If he did, it pretty much had to be a Speedo, which I knew Matt also had on. It’s an Australian brand, and when we met he still had the tanlines to prove that he wears them regularly. I saw him put a pair on this morning, but I couldn't get a proper look. When it came to Esteban, it was a win-win either way. When we finally reached a quieter spot, the bags were put down, towels were laid out, and off came the clothing.

“You boys go ahead, I’m getting my tan on”, Rafaela announced. When Matt’s shorts came off, I saw the black Speedo I saw him put on this morning, which was actually a different brand as in white it had a logo and the word PUMA across the butt. It must have been a large size, but it could not cover the top his crack. Esteban’s light blue short shorts came down, revealing tight black swimming trunks, in Daniel Craig style. He was the first to start running into the water, losing his tanktop on the way. I felt the odd one out as I wore regular swimming trunks that reached halfway down my thigh. It was amazing to run behind these two gorgeous men with magnificent butts and into the water. As refreshing as the water was, I got hot being in the presence of these sexy men.

Not much later, I laid down on my towel to dry up a bit, feeling much more refreshed. I applied some sunscreen as I looked at Rafaela taking a few selfies. “Don’t you love how they both wear black, as if it will make their humongous asses less obvious?”, she said without looking away from her phone. I laughed and looked at the water, where Matt and Esteban were in knee-deep water passing a ball back and forth, using only their heads. Even from a distance, their butts were easily noticeable. “I don’t think Matt really thought it through, to be honest”, I replied. “He’s not even aware his ass doesn’t fit in his swimwear”. Rafaela laughed very loudly and slapped me on the shoulder. “You are so right! Not even aware of how hunky he is. You got yourself a good one.” “Thanks”. She probably didn’t know he was bisexual and I sure wasn’t going to tell her. She was fun to hang out with, but I didn’t trust her even a little bit. “Matty!” I shouted at the pair. They turned around. I held up the bottle of sunscreen. I knew Matt could go from pale to lobster within the hour. They both came jogging up to us.

I, for the very first time, got the honour of applying sunscreen to my boyfriend’s back as he sat right in front of me on my towel. It was a larger task than with any previous boyfriends. Rafaela took a photo of us with her phone, showed it to Esteban and exclaimed “Oh my gosh, how cute do they look together?” Esteban agreed, and surprisingly encouraged us to kiss. “Come on, kiss each other!” Matt turned his head in my direction as far as he could and I gave him a quick peck. “You can do better than that!” Esteban and Rafaela agreed. Even though the angle was a little awkward, I made out with Matt for a short bit, until I heard the fake shutter sound on Rafaela’s phone. “Wow. That’s hot”, she said as she looked at the photo. Matt smiled at me naughtily and turned his head back to the water, waiting for me to finish covering his back. Of course, because his Speedo was really too small, I could look straight down into his crack and took the opportunity to apply some of the sunscreen there as well.

“Should I set up the volleyball net?”, Esteban asked. “That sounds good!”, I said. “I’ll play, but I’m not very good at it”, Matt said. “Finally a sport I’ll be better at than you”, I joked.

After being very thorough on Matt’s lower back and the top of his glutes, he turned his head and whispered “You’re giving me an erection”. I immediately stopped, because we all knew there was no more room for a hard-on in that Speedo. I stood up and sat in front of him so he could do my back. By the time he had finished, Esteban had set up the net. Only a few minutes into the game, which of course had to be couple versus couple, it became clear that Esteban and Rafaela had played this a lot. Especially Rafaela was a surprise, jumping high in front of the net, smashing the ball down into the sand. Equally surprisingly, Matt turned out a bit slow with his big frame and bare feet in the sand. He laughed off his misses but kept trying. It was a marvel to see his Speedo creep up his butt the more we played, at one point even exposing the full lower half of his buttocks.

At 11-7 to Esteban and Rafaela, I served. Esteban saved it from hitting the ground, Rafaela then played it high, setting it up for Esteban. And he jumped to smash it over the net. The ball went in Matt’s direction and he started to sprint to keep it from touching the ground. He must have misjudged the distance as he stepped too far. He didn’t catch the ball on the arms, but it hit him in the side of the head. Immediately I saw the ball had knocked him out, as his arms dropped from being stretched out in front of him. His whole body fell forward. He landed on his stomach, his arms stretched out over his head, face down in the sand. With his black Speedo wedged firmly in between his cheeks, his butt looked amazing, jutting in the air half a foot higher than the rest of his body. Maybe Matt was right, as once again I got turned on by seeing him knocked unconscious.

I walked over to his prostrate form, but Esteban beat me to it, going under the net to run to Matt’s aid. Esteban turned Matt’s body over and his front was covered in sand. Esteban wiped sand away off of Matt’s mouth and nose so he could breathe. Esteban checked Matt’s breathing and pulse. “OK, give him some space to breathe”, Esteban said with a slightly panicked voice. “Does this happen more often?” I couldn’t lie and said “Yes, he usually wakes up within a minute”.

Esteban sat Matt upright, sitting behind him. Matt’s head dangled everywhere, his mouth hanging open wide when the lack of neck support made his head fall back. Esteban rubbed Matt’s neck in an attempt to get him to respond, causing Matt’s chin to rest on his chest. “Matt. Come on, Matt”, he said. I kneeled to rub Matt’s legs. Looking at his bulge, I could see the outline of his dick and balls and got turned on a little more.

Rafaela was still on the other side of the net, hands on her hips, awkwardly kicking some sand around. Matt soon woke up, quickly wiping some saliva off his chin. “What happened?” “I hit the ball into your face, buddy”, Esteban admitted. “I apologize. Can you stand?” “I’m fine, I’m fine”, Matt said, though needing Esteban’s help to balance. “Come sit on your towel”, Esteban ordered. They walked over to where we laid out the towels. “You OK, babe?” “Just a little woozy”, he answered me. “Sit here for a little bit and drink some water”, Esteban gave him a bottle of water from his bag.

Esteban walked back to Rafaela and they started taking down the volleyball net. “Looks like I’ve got some bad luck on this trip, huh?”, Matt looked down, probably embarrassed. “I know! I feel bad for you”, I decided it was not the time to tell him it also gets me a bit excited sometimes. “Like, it’s a great trip”, he looked at the clear blue sky and the sea and looked down again, “I just get angry at my condition sometimes”. He got some sand in his hand and slowly let it escape from his fingers. With his other hand he took a sip of water. “Like, I’m not going to stop playing sports, you know.” “You really shouldn’t”, I said, “but when you do it might be good to warn people”. “Yeah, you’re right. I guess I have to start telling more people beforehand.” “When you were out, Esteban asked if it happened more often and I didn’t want to lie.” For the first time since we sat down, he looked at me and he seemed disappointed. “What did he say?” “Nothing. He seemed a little relieved above all. He was really worried at first.” Matt nodded.

When the net was dismantled, we put our clothes back on and walked back to Cafe Honeymoon to get a bite to eat, Esteban again apologized to Matt. Rafaela walked ahead of us and hadn’t said a word to either me or Matt since the incident. Instead of getting something to go, Matt insisted we sit on the deck and order something.

When everyone had ordered, Matt started. “Sorry everyone for having our beach trip cut short. I can imagine after the shock you’re not in a beachy mood. And you might wonder why Alex and I aren’t more shocked.” Matt then started telling Esteban and Rafaela the story he had told me six months ago. “So that’s where the bruise is from”, Esteban pointed at Matt’s forehead, “and the scar on your side?” “Yep. So it happens quite regularly, usually without me getting hurt thankfully”, Matt looked at me, “Alex advised me to start telling more people. I just get embarrassed by it, still, and it’s not even that frequent.” Esteban reached across the table and held Matt’s hand. “Thanks for telling me. I felt so guilty.” Then with the other hand he held my hand and smiled at me. Rafaela still seemed a bit disinterested and kept looking at her phone. “I should tell Alex’s parents soon, too. They saw me knock myself out last night.” Esteban chuckled. “Look, if you want to tell them at a different time, we can keep quiet tonight”. “Sure”, Rafaela spoke up for the first time. “I’m sure I’ll find a moment somewhere today. Thanks, guys.”

We hung out at the deck for quite a while. On the way back Rafaela got a text from my Mom, asking if they can start preparing the barbecue. “I know my Dad will want to be in charge of meat”, I said.

When we got back to Royal Oak, Matt and I went up to the apartment to get changed for the evening. I gave him a cuddle, because I was proud of him for speaking up today. He whispered, “You looked so hot in your trunks today”. “Me?” He nodded heavily. “Says the man who squeezed himself in a skimpy Speedo”. I still couldn’t believe my luck running into this man. He smiled and started kissing me passionately. “They’re expecting us...” He didn’t stop. “At the barbecue...” He still didn’t stop, so I pushed him backwards onto the sofa. “Turn around”, I ordered.

He quickly went to lay on his stomach. I pulled down his shorts and the Speedos and starting rimming his hairless hole. His moaning got louder and louder and he squirmed, pushing his butt onto my face more. He loved it when I ate him out. I pulled his legs off of the sofa, so just his upper body was on the seat, bending his body and giving me better access. His hands were grabbing the cushions over his head. His moans started getting higher, signalling his orgasm was near. But I couldn’t stop. I loved his hole too much. “Alex... Alex! I’m... I’m...” were the last muffled sounds I heard before the squirming stopped.

I came up for air, and his muscular body lay lifeless, with his ass up. He looked so hot lying bent over. He had cum all over the sofa cushion and it slowly dripped to the floor, but I was still too turned on and had to have him. I sat on my knees and just started fucking him, his body moving to the rhythm of my thrusts.

After a while, I heard a loud moan, followed by “Wha... ugh... ohh... yeah... oh yeah”, he reached back to touch me, but his arm quickly fell back to the sofa. He had lost consciousness a second time after only waking up for a few seconds. Not much longer after that I pulled out and came on his back. I towelled him off and he woke up. He slid off the sofa and I sat next to him on the floor before the sofa to cuddle him.

“That was the hottest thing”, he said. “Do you know if I came that second time? I was so turned on I passed out a second time. Wow!” He kissed me. Looking at the sofa, I said “Hard to tell.” I tried to dab some of the cum off with the towel, but there would very likely be a large stain. “It’s probably two loads, yeah”. Matt grinned. “No-one has ever continued fucking me while I was out cold.” “Do I have your permission to do so?” “Abso-fucking-lutely mate!”

To be continued...



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It was early on a Thursday morning when I stepped out of my office into the waiting room. I was ready for the week to end and drive down to Rhode Island to meet up with Jonny. Little did I know what was still to come. “Mr Deniz Yalaz?” Confidently, a large man walked my way. This guy was built like a house. Beefy, like me, but taller. Quite an imposing figure, had it not been for his wide... read more

It was around 11:00 on a March Thursday morning as I rolled my luggage out of Baton Rouge Airport. I was a little miffed I did not find a direct flight from Miami. After a short layover in Houston, I was thankful it was still morning as I waited for the Uber to take me to my Mom’s house. I was flying out for her birthday weekend, after she had visited me in Miami over the holidays. She did... read more

Not much later that afternoon, my sister and my Mom came home. Soon enough, Miguel also showed up out of the garage, reeking of weed. I felt like everybody knew what was going on, but nobody mentioned it. I’m pretty sure it was because I was there. “Did you have a nice afternoon with Cam?”, my Mom asked. I was certain she wanted to know what I thought about him. But because he was in the... read more

I woke up. It was Saturday morning. Today was my Mom’s birthday. Cameron and I had agreed to make her a luxurious breakfast in bed. It was 7 AM and we had had a lot to drink last night. I got up. The living room was empty. I decided to see if I could wake up Cameron. I opened the bedroom door slowly and thank God they were actually sleeping and not doing anything else. My Mom was laying on... read more

I sighed. It was a Thursday afternoon and I was working from home. I had my laptop on the kitchen counter next to an empty coffee cup, as I sat on a stool. I was dressed in a grey T-shirt and plaid pajama pants, which I had put on after I had gotten up this morning, not having showered. I was answering all of these e-mails, but new ones kept coming in. I had taken Friday off to go to San... read more

Matt and I showered, ate some of the fruit and cheese, as we talked and in the end drifted off for a little nap ourselves. Soon enough we woke up and had to get dressed to meet Dave and Nat in the lobby. Before we left the room, Matt asked me to forgive him if he didn’t give me much attention this weekend. “You’re still my favourite person in the world. Remember that. So if I focus on Dave a... read more



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