A Gay Ass Drama in Three Acts- Act One: The Meeting

Scene Two- Paradise

~~Matthew~~

By the time I arrived home, the sun had already set. Grace had been dropped off at her home already, and I dismissed the limousine driver with a healthy tip. The night was chill, but not quite enough to shiver. Street lamps cast a warm and dim light along the sidewalk. The moon was shining brightly, though the stars were invisible over the city lights. I took a deep breath of fresh, cool air as I headed into my apartment building.

Once I had entered my colorless apartment, I sighed heavily. It was an off-putting contrast from the bright colors I remembered of the night, the colors of delicate flesh and a beautiful, godly figure. My mind was hazy and unfocused as I stripped down, leaving myself in nothing but my boxers and loosened button up shirt. I moved sluggishly through the hallways and into the bathroom. The light blinded me as it flicked on, causing me to squint as I stared at my own reflection. My hair, which I had neatly combed down at the start of the night, was ruffled and messy, falling over my face in great black swoops, like a river at midnight. I pushed a few locks of hair from my brow as I began tidying up for the night. I rinsed off my face and cleaned it using a simple wet wipe, then brushed my teeth and rinsed the remains of hair gel from my scalp. 

For a moment before heading to bed, I paused and stared at a small box of pills on the edge of my sink. I hadn't used any of them. Grace had bought them for me, for a birthday not too long passed. I suppose I felt deep down that either I didn't need them, or didn't deserve them. Tonight, however, I felt quite different. I picked up the box and glanced at the label. It was a simple sleeping medicine, nothing more. The kind you could buy when you needed help putting a toddler to sleep, or putting yourself to sleep after them. I massaged my brow gently with my thumb and index finger, before opening the box and popping the small purple pills into my palm. Glancing around swiftly, as if someone would be there to judge, I downed them dry. I flipped off all the lights and stumbled to my bed, less than gracefully falling onto the pillows with a grunt. Slipping off my shirt, I laid down for the most peaceful sleep I'd had in years.

Suddenly, I felt myself jerk awake. It was unlikely that I had, since it seemed as though my bed had been moved into the restroom where I had seen a god earlier that night. Leaving my bed, I looked down. I saw that I was clothed in a silky robe, which draped loosely around my body. It was a soft green, as if it has been created from fresh leaves and vines. I heard a soft voice calling me, and turned to the sound. It lead me out of the bathroom and into a wondrous haven of golden fountains and flowers. My feet fell softly onto loamy soil and delicate grass, free of sharp weeds and rough stems. The sweet smell of lavender floated delicately on a warm breeze, as the voice reached me again.

"Come, Matthew, join me..." A soft, ambrosial tone said, flowing to my ears with the movement of the grass. I followed it, and it lead me to a place of indescribable and perfect beauty. There sat, on a small plateau, the chiseled body of the bathroom god, draped in the same loose cloth as I, though his was a deep, entrancing shade of purple. The plateau was surrounded in a river of golden water, presumably a trick of the light. The godly figure beckoned me gently, with a flawless and graceful wave of his hand. I joined him where he lay, on a bed of green and purple flowers. His gaze met mine, trapping me in the sweet sappy amber color of his irises. They shone brightly in the light, and seemed to almost sparkle. I cleared my throat.

"Hello, what- uh- what is your name?" I asked, stumbling over my words. Our eye contact remained unbroken.

"Does it really matter?" His voice flowed out softly, like wind producing the delicate ripples of water on a vast, calm lake. He took my arm, and pulled me in. As our skin came in contact, it seemed that we were melting into each other, our feelings, our thoughts, our bodies becoming one. His lips met mine in a perfect harmony, a delicate and powerful mix that left me breathless, wanting only for more. Luckily, he didn't make me ask. The soft, nectar-like taste of his lips intoxicated me and flowed with my blood through my body, hazing my mind and senses. We continued our delicate waltz, his lips moving gently around mine, while mine pushed forward in response. He tugged harder on my arm until I was on top of him, my legs falling to either side of his perfectly sculpted hips. As he pulled me closer, his tongue delicately entered my mouth and intertwined with my own in a heated embrace. The tip of his tongue traced a path around the inside of my mouth, soaking in each ridge and surface. A small string of saliva connected our mouths for a split moment as we pulled apart, before it also broke away.

"Mind if I take these off you?" I asked eagerly, gesturing to his entrancing purple robe. The image of perfection that sat beneath me nodded and stared up lovingly as I removed the soft clothes between us. I ran my hands down his silky chest, taking my time to feel every inch, every slight imperfection. My fingers closed around his voluptuous chest, and I squeezed softly. To my delight he let out a groan that fell on my ears sweet and smooth, like fresh honey. I relished the sound, before moving my head down to replace my left palm. I gently closed my mouth around his sensitive and hardened nipple, running my tongue over the soft bud. I delighted in more of his glorious noises, which seemed to fill the fresh air around us. My right hand pressed into the luscious skin of his abdomen, massaging his stomach and eventually grasping onto his hips. Slowly, my head made its way down his chest and past the soft flesh of his stomach. I kissed and nipped at his inner thighs softly, worshiping his body with every ounce of my being.

"Please, Matthew... Keep going~~" He groaned out lightly as I suckled on the skin of his toned legs. I moved upwards towards his groin, leaving a trail of dark hickeys as I did. I bit gently at the skin of hips, earning a small whimper of surprise and a shudder from him. Allowing my eyes to wander, I once again found myself eyeing the length of his mesmerizing shaft, which was now standing erect. It was the exact image of which I had witnessed in the bathroom that night, down to every molecule. I hesitantly moved my hands toward his shaft, closing them around his tight ball-sack. I began to massage it, almost as if I was kneading dough. An instant reward to my actions came in the form of his sweet, melodious groans filling my mind once again. Slowly, I trailed kisses closer and closer to his member, licking and sucking at his silky skin along the way. I had just started to run the tip of my tongue up the base of his manhood, when--

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