The Matchmaker - 4. Chapter 4 - Anything for Love

When I enter the brothers’ room, it looks almost exactly as I left it a week ago. Torry sits on his bed and Dexter plays Fortnite. I'm as down as I can be. Defeated. Deflated.

"Hi, Kevin!" Dexter yells.

"Hi, Dexter," I mumble.

"How are things, Kev?" Torry asks with a friendly voice. I give him a murderous gaze. For a while, I don't know what to say.

"Is he going to be there for this?" I ask Torry about his young brother.

"I'm not going anywhere," I hear Dexter say. He's not looking away from the game but he seems unsettlingly aware of his surroundings.

"You heard the man," Torry says, "it's his room, too, I can't kick him out. And we don't have any secrets from each other anyway, do we, Dex?"

"Not a single one, big bro!" Dexter says. Fucking psychos.

"Whatever, I want to get it done and get the fuck out of here," I mutter.

"Easy, Kev, I know it's not easy for you. Let's get you relaxed. Do you want tea or juice? Wanna watch a movie?"

"We're not on a fucking date, Torry. I want to get this done before I change my mind."

"Okay, okay, easy," Torry raises his hands, "Let's get to it, then. There is only one rule. You have to be completely naked for it."

"And, we have to see you cum," Dexter adds, not looking away from the game for a second. "Sorry guys, I wasn't talking to you," he says to his friends he plays with.

"That's right," Torry nods, "that makes it two rules. The rest, I mean, the technique, is up to you."

I don't know what to say. I look at Dexter. At least he's not looking. In 5 minutes I'll be out of here, I tell myself.

I start undressing, feeling like on death row. I take off my t-shirt and reveal my slim body and, for some reason, hard nipples. It’s not like I’m ashamed of my naked chest but now that I’m in the center of attention, I feel my skin tingle. I regret I didn't wear more layers because after I take off my jeans, I'm only left in my blue boxer shorts and my white socks. I remove the socks slowly, one by one. As if delaying it is going to help me. I grab the waist of my underwear and hesitate. I look up at the brothers. Both are watching me now, staring at my groin. Even Dexter stopped playing his game. I get a bad case of goosebumps.

I realise Dexter and I look like we're the same age. He’s probably not going to be hairy and big like Torry but there are similarities. He has dark, curious eyes and short blackish hair. He’s fit and kind of cute. Somehow he’s not fat from sitting in front of his computer all day. And by cute I mean - objectively cute. I don’t like men or boys.

Well, here goes nothing.

I drop my shorts to my ankles and step out of them. Torry looks at me with his mouth open. Dexter has a silly smile on his face.

"Look at you," says Torry. "See? It wasn't so bad."

"It's the worst day of my life," I say slowly, trying to get used to my nakedness.

My dick gets a little chubby from all the attention. I hate myself but I feel the excitement. The excitement makes me feel even more guilty.

"You have a nice body, Kevin, don't be ashamed," I hear Dexter say. I didn't see such a comment coming from him.

I feel awkward and don’t know what to do with my hands. Instinctively, I adjust my dick and realise it’s slowly getting hard.

I'll never do it if I keep overthinking it. I sit on the bed and take my dick between my thumb and the index finger. I'm left-handed if you’re curious. I start feeling the pleasure as I'm moving my foreskin slowly up and down. It feels wrong to pleasure myself like this in front of someone else.

In less than a minute, I get fully hard and I know it's time to get the job done. I envelop my shaft with my hand and start moving faster. I've never been so ashamed in my life. Soon, I am jacking myself at full speed. I start making the unmistakable fapping sounds and it makes it even worse. I can’t help it. All I can do is to pretend I’m somewhere else, far away.

"Look at him go," Dexter looks at Torry and his brother laughs, returning me to reality. I turn red but low key, I'm grateful for the younger boy's presence. It would feel creepy with just me and Torry in the room.

Then I realise I’m having a problem. I can't focus on imagining sexy things and I just can't get myself over the edge. The presence of the brothers is too distracting. I let go of my dick and readjust myself on the bed. I go red on my face as my penis bounces and leaves a drop of precum on my thigh.

I go on for almost 10 minutes if my sense of time isn't playing tricks on me. Torry touches himself through his shorts and I can see the outline of his big hard-on. I look away. Dexter seems already bored and does something on his phone. Does that mean I can’t even put on an interesting show?

I close my eyes and speed up again, trying to visualise Sarah's tits. I'm touching them. I'm licking them. I put my dick between them, squeeze and fuck them. I fuck Sarah's tits. So good. Sarah!

"Oh, oh, aaaaah!" I scream involuntarily as my orgasm hits me. Dexter looks up from his phone and smiles. I can’t believe I’m being watched by two pairs of curious eyes. I lay back and send jets of healthy cum into the air. One hits my neck and the rest land on my chest and belly. Somehow, I manage not to make a mess on the bed.

"Dex, go get some paper towels. Kev here is a big shooter" Torry says.

I lay there on Torry's bed with my eyes closed. My hand and my dick are all sticky. Despite the circumstances, the orgasm was exceptionally long, intense and satisfying. I almost feel good but when I go down from the high, the guilt and shame kick in.

In just a few seconds Dexter is back and I jump a little when I feel him wiping the spunk from my body. My dick has mostly deflated but it jerks a little when Dexter touches it.

"I gotta go to the bathroom," Torry says. I have a rough idea what he’s gonna be doing.

I feel Dexter stand above me. I still don't dare to open my eyes.

"Kevin, you're alright?" he asks.

"I have no dignity left, so I guess you could say I’m all right.

My joke sounds rather forced. It doesn’t matter because it seems Dexter misses it anyway.

"Hey Kevin, take my hand," he says.

I force open my eyes and I see his hand extended towards me. I take it and Dexter helps me to my feet. Now that he's right in front of me, I can see we are the same height and body type. It's a little embarrassing considering our age difference. Torry was even taller when he was his age so chances are that Dex won’t grow to be a giant like Torry.

As much as I hate Torry, I think I like Dexter. He's not making fun of me and he's pretty casual about what I've done. Unlike Torry who's fucking queer about it and right now is jacking himself off thinking about me. So gross.

"It was fun to watch you. You'd do anything for her, wouldn't you?" Dexter asks as he hands me over my underwear.

"As you can see," I smile weakly, poking my plump dick.

"You deserve her," he says. "Tomorrow will be a good day for you”.

I fucking hope so.

***

James Mitt and Sarah broke up. The news hit the school like a tsunami and quickly flood everyone's hearts and minds. The hottest couple in school is no more.

I only see James once on that day. He’s hanging out with his volleyball team and they’re talking in hushed voices.

Sarah seems to be in good spirits. She's surrounded by her girl friends most of the time so I don't get to talk to her but we exchange glances and smiles once or twice.

Since both Sarah and James stick to their inner circles, no outsiders know what’s going on. I hope to learn soon. I feel more confident than ever. I want to be the next one to make the front page of the school news.

***

Back home I can’t sit in one place for a minute. I try to be strong but around 8 pm, I finally break and text Sarah. I wanted to give her time and not throw myself on her just a few hours after she broke up with her boyfriend. But I know if I don’t talk to her, it will be a sleepless night for me.

"How do you feel?" I text her.

There's no response and I walk around the room anxiously. After 15 minutes, there's a new message.

"I'm good. What have you been up to, Kevin?"

"Wanna take a walk?" I write with trembling hands.

"Now?"

"Yeah, I can ride a bike to your place."

"Okay, meet me in the park."

Less than twenty minutes later, I meet her there. I lock my bike to a stand and we walk for a while.

"How are you coping?" I ask.

"Good," she says. "But I feel stupid."

"Why?" I look up at her. I hate it that I have to lift my head a little to look at her.

"I don't know what I expected," she sighs, "see, I've had a crush on James Mitt for a year now. Just like half of the girls at school. And some boys."

"But you just started talking to him recently."

"Yes. Actually, he was the one who made the first move. I mean, he had been completely ignoring my hints before that. And then, out of the blue, he got all friendly and flirty with me."

"A dream come true," I wink at her and smile.

"So I thought," she chuckles. "The day I first told you I liked him… that was the day he asked me out. I felt rather strange about it even then and I needed to talk to someone. I know it ended up pretty weird but I appreciate you were there for me."

"You felt strange? Do you mean that he wasn't into it from the start?"

"It's weird, right? Sometimes I feel like he didn't want to be with me at all."

"Maybe he only wanted to impress his friends," I say.

"Maybe… I expected something different from him. Definitely more passion."

"You deserve someone who can show you lots of passion," I say, hoping my hint is subtle enough.

"Kevin…” she stops and turns to me, “do you remember when I said that I think you're more a man than many big guys? And that in other circumstances you and I…"

"Yeah, I do," I reply and look her in the eyes.

"I meant it. I really did. And I know what you probably think. The case is, I need to take it slow for a while before I commit to anything new. I just have to take a step back."

"I see," I say with a lump in my throat.

"I'm happy that you understand," she gives me a cute smile.

Who ever said I understand? But I play along.

"People would never stop talking if they saw us together just one day after you and James break up," I say slowly.

"Yeah, that too," she laughs a little but then gets serious. "But to be honest, I don't care."

"I don't care either," I say.

The tension is palpable. We stare at each other for a few seconds and I don't know what to do. So I do nothing.

"I have to go," she says.

"Okay. By, Sarah."

"Bye, Kevin."

***

I sit on my bed and try to think. I'm a total mess. Torry used his powers to make James Mitt and Sarah break up. It doesn't make sense. I don't believe it but I can't find a reasonable explanation either. The fact is, they are no longer together.

Did I masturbate in front of Torry and Dexter just for that? I mean, I made huge progress with Sarah. I'm in a place I wouldn't hope to be in a month ago. Maybe it was worth it.

But another fact is that Sarah basically turned me down again. Maybe she was honest and she needs a break from relationships. Or maybe she lies to me again to make me feel better. She did it once already.

I notice I have an unread message. It's from Torry. I've been avoiding him since the last time in his room and I'm positive we can't ever be friends again no matter what. I admit to myself that he scares me. I've known him all my life. Now he's a different person.

I tap to read the message.

"I know how you feel. I can fix it."

"What do you want me to do?" I write, going straight to the point.

"Suck my dick," he texts back.

Somehow, I'm not surprised.

"And what do I get in return?" I ask. This time I want to know the real worth of this bargain in advance. Even if I'm very far from considering sucking Torry's hairy dick.

"Sarah becomes your girlfriend in 72 hours."

I gasp. I can't help it. I believe him. It’s insane but I believe that if I suck Torry's dick, Sarah will become my girlfriend. I know it's insane but I believe it. My dream will come true and I will be the happiest boy alive.

I don't text Torry back and decide to see what happens in 72 hours if I don't accept his offer.