different; marter

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carter
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We sit down at a table.

"Why do you look so scared?" I ask. "We're not gonna hurt you or pick on you."

"Is it the tattoos? Or the piercings?" I ask. "N-no I like them." He says quietly. "So tell me about yourself, Espinosa. What's goin on in life?" I say as more of as a statement rather than a question. I don't know why but I do that often.

"Nothing much." He says wearily. "So you like it up the ass?" I ask. I'm such an asshole. There go my chance with being friends with him. He timidly scratches his arm.

"I-I'm a virgin." He says looking away, his face turning red. "But you are gay right?" I ask.

"Why does everyone think that? I've never made it clear that I was gay, just because I wear pink doesn't make me gay I just like pink not everyone who wears a lot of black is Emo so how come every guy who fucking wears pink is automatically labeled as gay?! I'll never understand that.. there are no such thing as 'girl colors' or 'boy colors' they are just *sigh* colors." He says.

"So you aren't gay?" I ask. "No no no I am but I was just trying to bring notice to something." He says. "Good point." I say raising my eye brows. He's actually talking to me. I'm low key freaking out inside.

We talk for a bit about random things.

"So why do you always let us stay so late? I mean I'm appreciative but all you have to do is tell us to get out and we'll leave." I say.

"I enjoy the company. I don't like going home anymore so it's really not a problem." He says. Why doesn't he like going home?

"Is there a reason you don't like going home?" I ask. "Aye Carter the games over I'm gonna hitch a ride with Tay. And thank you *looks at Matt's name tag* Matthew for letting us stay later, I appreciate it." Nash says bowing, with his hands formed in prayer. I swear this guy thinks he's some kind of Buddha worshiper.

"I-it's no problem." He sputters out, laughing a little. "BYE YOU GUYS" he screams before walking out the door.

"So back to my question. Why don't you like going home?" I ask. "Not that it's any of your business" he snaps at me looking down.

"You're right sorry, sorry" I say raising my hands in surrender. "I'm sorry I snapped at you, I just I don't wanna talk about it."

"Well you don't have to go home, come home with me!" I say sounding thirsty. "Carter, it's sweet of you to offer but we hardly know each other. " Matt says, blushing.

"You could just tell your parents your staying at a friends house, yeah?" I coo hoping to convince him. "Why are you being so nice to me anyway? Are you planning something? No one is ever nice to me, so why are you?" He asks. "You're different. I like that about you, Espinosa." I say. "Nowadays being different is a punishment." He says.

It's obvious this kid thinks things out way harder than I do.

"True, but I don't see how us getting to know each other better could hurt." I plead. "I guess I can ask." Matt says running his fingers through his perfect dirty blonde hair. "YAY." I cheer getting up from my seat.

I look at the clock to see it's already 11. Damn.

I see Matt typing something on his phone quickly and I hear the faint noise it makes when a message is delivered on an iPhone. "I gotta get my stuff." He says gesturing me to come into the kitchen. "I've never been back here. It feels weird." I say sliding my fingers across the deep fryers.

I hear Matt's phone ding and he gets it out, unlocking it. "My mom said it was fine." He says standing on his tippy toes reaching at the very top of rack to get his stuff.

His shirt comes up a little revealing some of his v line and a partial amount of his lower stomach. I unexpectedly gasp, causing Matt to raise and eyebrow at me. "I uh shocked myself." I say.

"Whatever" he says smirking.

He pulls his shirt off right in front of me. He takes a hanger off the rack and hangs it back up. I can't help but stare at his abdomen..I mean maybe he doesn't have sculpted abs and huge arm muscles but he does have a nice body...

My eyes trail from his abs, to his v line, to the natural bulge in his pants as he shuffles through his bag.

God, what I wouldn't do to be able to wrap my lips around his huge cock and just completely suck him dry.

I can imagine me thrusting in and out of his tight hole, him begging me to- WHAT THE HELL CARTER.

I look down to see I have a huge boner, great! I quickly turn around covering it with my hands so Matt doesn't see. That would be hella embarrassing.

"What would?" Matt asks. Walking around me. "Huh?"

"You said that would be hella embarrassing. What are you talking about?" He asks. I see his eyes start to trail down to my crotch and I immediately put but hands in front of it so he doesn't notice. He giggles before turning off the lights by the door.

"You can just follow me.. I live off 16 so it's a pretty good ways." I say walking out the door, him locking it behind me. "O-okay" he stutters out before he gets into his car.

As soon as I get into the car I snake a hand down my pants and begin to fix my throbbing member.

I turn on the car and back out of the parking lot and head to my house so I don't look suspicious.

I continue stroking my, now precum soaked dick, thinking about Matt. He's probably so good in bed I mean he has a penis of his own so he knows what feels good down there and what doesn't.

I start thrusting into my hand, moaning Matt's name in between.

Seconds later I explode into my hand and wipe it off with a napkin from the dash.

What the fuck did I just do? Am I gay? Goddammit of course I am or would have just got off thinking about another guy. But I can't be gay I've had girlfriends.

All these thoughts take over my brain as I pull into my drive way, Matt pulling up beside me. He gets out.

"I didn't know you lived in a mansion." Matt says looking up at my house. I unlock the door signaling Matt to go in first. I turn on the lights and he gasps looking up at the chandelier. "This is like some kind of fucking castle" Matt whispers to himself.

"If that was a compliment, thank you." I laugh grabbing Matt's hand pulling him up to my room.

I'm not gonna say I felt electricity, that's cheesy. But I know I defiantly felt something, something more than just his freezing cold hand.

I felt.. love maybe?