The Matchmaker - 7. Chapter 7 - Victory Royale!

Saturday comes and I go to the movies with Sarah. The movie sucks but I don't mind. We sit in the farthest row and we make out for the most of it. There are maybe a dozen more people in the cinema and most of them do what we do anyway. At one point, Sarah touches my dick through my jeans.
I touch her boobs through her shirt. Then we make out again. She's coming to my place to have sex with me. I can't believe it.

Earlier, my dad bought me a year's supply of condoms and gave me a quick tour on how to wear them. The first time I did it wrong but with his guidance, I quickly got it right. He even bought the right size. I'm not sure how he knew I was on the small side but I guess that's what dads do.

He suggested I should trim my pubes. He noticed my dick would look longer if I did. He even offered to help me shave my balls but I’m not sure if he was serious. Anyway, I declined. My pubes were one of the very few reasons I didn't look like a thirteen-years-old.

When we get to the main cinema hall after the movie ends, I take Sarah in my arms and we kiss passionately. We get a choir of "awww"s from people around us and for a good moment, we become the center of attention. I only wish my hardon isn’t very visible to onlookers.

I have some cash from dad so I get us a cab. We never stop making out on the back seat.

Whatever the fuck Torry did with his alleged powers, it seemed to be working again.

My dad greets us when we arrive home. He's wearing his nice clothes instead of his regular tank top and sweatpants.

"Guys," he says, "I wish I could stay and hang out but I'm going to grab a few beers with my buds. I definitely won't be home before midnight so call me if you need anything."

I check the hour. It's half-past eight in the evening. We have four hours or more. I know I can only last a tiny fraction of that time but then maybe we can do it more than once. Fuck, I can do it the entire night if only Sarah lets me.

I take her hand and we sit on the couch in the living room. We cuddle and kiss for a while. She's looking gorgeous today. And she smells great, too. I did my best to look smart and sexy myself.

We make out for a minute or so. Then we break and we smile at each other.

"Do you want anything to drink?" I offer.

"No, I'm good," she says, "Kev?"

"Yes, babe?"

"Can we go to your room?" she says as she lets her hair down. "It's been a long day."

This sets my dick on fire.

"Sure babe," I say and help her stand.

Let's just say she doesn't go checking my model aeroplanes collection. A few moments later, we're on my bed making out and undressing.

I almost cum when she starts unbuttoning my shirt. I get rid of my undershirt right after and feel her soft hand touch my chest.

I waste no time and help her out of her camisole. She got rid of her skirt earlier and I can see her sexy lingerie. I quickly take off my trousers and socks and we get back to making out in just our underwear. My dick is painfully hard and leaking.

Then, I take off her bra and finally see her tits. Her holy grail. I bury my face in them passionately and wish I could never leave. Did I mention I’m a boobs guy?

We continue making out and petting ourselves. Then, Sarah pushes me gently on my back, places her hands on my boxer shorts and touches my dick through the fabric. Steam goes out of my ears. Then she grabs the waistband and slowly pulls them down. My dick bends down when she does that and my pubes get revealed first. Then, the rest of the shaft and finally, my boner springs to life, bouncing against my belly.

I watch her as she examines it, looking for signs of disappointment.

"Isn't it too small?" I ask.

"It's just perfect on you."

"Stop it," I protest.

"It is. Can I kiss it?"

Oh boy, oh boy.

"You can do anything you want," I reply with a husky voice, "it is yours now."

I support myself on my elbows to get a better view but my arms get weak when she wraps her hand around my shaft. She gives it a few gentle strokes and I have to focus to stop myself from cumming.

Then, she takes it into her mouth. It’s everything I’ve ever desired and more. She uses her full lips to slowly go up and down my shaft, releasing it with a soft pop just to dive on it again. It feels amazing. It looks amazing.

“Oh yes, baby, you’re so good,” I whisper and take a few deep breaths.

That's when Sarah's phone buzzes. Fuck. She left it on the bed right next to us. Don't girls keep their phones in their handbags?

I realise I can see the screen and I look involuntary. The message preview is visible on the screen. It's from Torry.

Sarah releases my dick but still holds it in her hand. I can see the messages previews as they pop up on the screen. We both look at them in horror, each for different reasons.

"How's the progress with our birthday boy?"

"Did he get what he wanted?"

"Call me when the job is done."

This is the last message. The screen goes blank. All were from someone named Torry. Not near the top of the most popular baby names in the early ‘00s. We look back at each other. I'm in shock and disbelief. Sarah is pale and looks like she's just seen a ghost. I didn't think it possible but my dick goes soft in her hand.

Neither of us says anything for a while.

Then we both speak at the same time

"What the fuck was that, Sarah..."
"I'm sorry Kevin, I can explain…"

Then there's silence again and I feel like crying.

“You can explain?” I say as my voice breaks.

“Yes. I don’t want to make excuses. I’m a terrible person, but please just hear me out.”

"Okay," I say, "tell me what's going on and it better be good."

"Oh God, Kevin, I'm sorry. And I know it's going to sound crazy but… here it goes.

***

"As I told you," she starts, "I’d had a crush on James Mitt for quite a while and I was out of ideas on how to make him notice me.

"And then, one day, around the time we wrote that history test a few weeks back and I first told you I liked James, this guy Torry texted me. I had no idea who he was. He asked me if I wanted him to get me and James together. I swear, Kevin, I have all the texts from him to prove it."

"So of course,” she continues, “I ignored him and thought he's some kind of a stalker. For a while, nothing happened but then after a couple of days, I got another text. This guy Torry wrote that he knows I don't trust him, so he'll give me a free sample".

"And I was almost ready to tell my parents or the cops but I decided to wait and see if anything else happens. And guess what, the next day James Mitt finds me between classes and starts talking to me. And he's all flirty and funny and… I'm sorry Kevin, I know how crazy it sounds. I promise I have all the texts from this guy Torry to prove it."

"You don't have to. I believe you," I say without emotion.

"Really?" she says.

"I do. I know Torry. He's my friend. Was, at least."

"You know him?" she exclaims and suddenly realises she's still holding my limp dick. She lets it go and wipes my precum from her fingers against my bed cover. Her tits are dangling just before my eyes but I can hardly appreciate them anymore.

"Yes, I do know Torry. But finish your story first," I say.

"Okay… so then a few days passed and nothing happened. But then I got yet another text. Torry wanted to talk. I was a little scared but I said okay. He called me and told me he's got… powers. And with his powers, he can make James fall in love with me. There was only one condition…"

"What condition?" I raise my eyebrows. I wouldn't suppose Torry would ask Sarah to suck his dick.

"He said there's something I have to do for him. Now, please don't be mad, Kevin. He asked me to start showing you some interest and even flirt with you a little."

I feel like there's a rock on my chest.

"So initially,” she goes on, “I said ‘no’ because it all sounded so crazy and I again considered telling my parents that he's been stalking me. But then I remembered that he did make James Mitt talk to me. So I thought, it wouldn't harm anyone if I tried. So around that time maybe you remember that I acted more than friendly with you the whole day. And the next thing I know, James Mitt asks if I'd like to go for a date. Get some KFC, watch a movie, maybe."

"Holy fuck…" I mutter.

"And then it went on and on. In return for Torry making James take it with me to the next level, I had to show you more and more interest.
Back when I called you and said I thought you were manly and that you will make a girl happy one day… I did this so that James would have sex with me. And… it worked," she sobs.

"But why did you two break up?" I ask, "You did everything that Torry asked you to do."

"Yes I did but… that's the best part. Or the worst. One day James called me and told me he can't keep lying to me any longer. He said he can't be with me. He said… James Mitt told me he is gay, Kevin."

"James Mitt… gay" I mouth. Can this life get any weirder?

"I thought I was going crazy," Sarah says with a shaking voice. "I asked James why would he even date me in the first place if he's gay. He said he can't tell me. He said he's sorry and he hung up. I finally understood why I always had a feeling he wasn't fully into me.

"Needless to say, I was heartbroken. I couldn't sleep. I was so desperate that I called Torry."

"He said," Sarah looks up and her boobs bounce, "he said he had no idea James Mitt was gay and that his powers can't do anything permanently if he is. I begged him to do something. I was so in love with James. I still am. But Torry said he can't make us be together if James is gay but he can make him have sex with me from time to time. Oh, Kevin, I was so desperate that I agreed."

"What did you have to do in exchange?" I ask but I already know the answer.

"I had to start dating you. I'm so fucked up, Kev, I'm sorry."

"If you think this is fucked up," I say slowly, "just wait until I tell you my side of the story."

I tell her everything. About my long-time friendship with Torry. About his coming out. About his powers that he used to get her to date me. And - vaguely - what I had to do in return.

"Motherfucker," Sarah whispers. "He used me to get you to have sex with him…”

As I remember what I did with Dexter, I feel stirring and my dick gets hard again.

"It looks like you made some good memories," Sarah pokes it and chuckles.

"Stop," I look away, "just stop."

"Alright, I'm sorry. And I'm also sorry for deceiving you, Kevin. I don't know how but I'll make it up to you."

This is all insane beyond explanation. But the boy's got his needs. And when the urges come, everything else can wait.

"There is one thing you could do for me," I say looking down at my boner. It asks for attention with the glans sticking out from the foreskin.

Sarah follows my gaze and sighs.

"Is it alright if I just use my hand?" she asks.

"Sure, Sarah."

She grabs it. It's the best handjob I've ever had.

***

Sarah slowly dresses up and looks down at me. I'm still naked on my bed with my body coated with my juices.

"You cum a lot," she notices.

"Do I make more than James?"

"Oh yes," she chuckles and continues slowly. "Speaking of James… If Torry made me do stuff with you so that James does stuff with me… and then he used it to make you do stuff with him... then obviously it means there are no magical powers in play."

"Go on," I encourage her while wiping my sperm with an old t-shirt.

"This got me thinking. What was James's motivation to do stuff with me in the first place? He's gay and he had never even glanced at me before Torry gave me his free sample."

I freeze and look at Sarah. Millions of possible scenarios run through my head. But there is one that makes the most sense of them all.

"How about we pay Torry a visit?" I ask.

"Let's go."

***

I ring the doorbell and Torry's mom opens the door.

"Hello ma'am, is Torry home?" I ask.

"Yes Kevin, come on in, he's in his room with a friend."

A friend. We exchange glances with Sarah.

"This is my friend, Sarah," I remember my manners just in time.

"Nice to meet you, Sarah," Torry's mom says. "Don't stand there in the doorway, come on in!"

We come inside and I lead Sarah to the room shared by the brothers. The door is closed.

I hesitate a little and consider knocking but we're here to get answers from Torry and I'm tired of playing Mr Nice Guy.

I press the handle and we enter the room.

The view is mostly familiar but in some ways it's unique.

Dexter is in his usual spot, playing Fortnite. His headset is on and his face is focused. He doesn't even notice us when we come in.

Then we see Torry and James Mitt. James Mitt in the flesh. They are on Torry's bed and Torry is fucking James Mitt doggy-style.

You heard me right. James Mitt. The man. The myth. The legend. Bred by my childhood friend. Jacking himself off.

Then a few things happen almost at the same time.

Torry moans and cums inside James Mitt's ass. Well before he finishes, James starts cumming on the bedsheets and moans even louder. A moment later, Sarah faints and falls on the floor. I'm unable to move a finger to help her.

Just when she hits the floor, Dex jumps from his seat and throws his fists in the air. There's a huge ‘Victory’ text on the computer screen.

"Victory Royale!" He shouts. Then he looks over the room and his smile fades. Silence fills the air.

***

~ A few weeks earlier ~

"I'm gay, Torry," James Mitt says.

Torry looks up at James with disbelief.

"You? Gay? Don't make me laugh," Torry dismisses him.

"I'm gay, Torry. I'm serious. But that's not all. I have a crush on you, Torry."

Torry's in shock.

"No way dude. I mean, I am gay, too, you know it," Torry says. "But you? All girls want you."

"That's the point," James frowns, "everyone just assumes I'm some kind of an alpha heartbreaker. The truth is… I need a man. I need a man who will take care of me and make love to me. And I want you to be that man, Torry."

"Oh James, if I didn't know you any better I would think you are pulling my leg. Are you saying you're a bottom gay dude who needs a strong man by his side?"

"Yes, Torry. Will you be that man?"

"You know I like you James but I'll be honest. You're not my type."

James Mitt frowns even more.

"Of course you're handsome and all,” Torry continues, “but I like smaller guys. Twinks. You're just not something I want in a guy."

“Oh,” James says, “then I get why you always hang out with this small dude next door.”

“Kevin, yeah. He’s super cute. He insists he’s straight but I think he wouldn’t kick a boy out of his bed either.”

“You’ll be trying your chances then?” James smiles.

“Nah, we’ve known each other forever. We’re like brothers. Maybe I would try something anyway but see, my little brother Dex… he likes boys too. I know what you think, no grandkids for my parents, ha! And Dex has a huge crush on Kevin. And I mean - huge! Don’t tell anyone, especially my brother, but I might pull a few strings here and there to get Dex and Kev together.“

“You wanna play a matchmaker?” James chuckles.

“Maybe. But even if Kevin is interested in boys, he’s in firm denial. It may take time and an unconventional approach. Actually, I highly doubt it will even work. But listen, not a single word to Dex, Kev or anyone for that matter. Best not talk to them at all.”

"I never planned to," James rubs his forehead nervously. "Well, too bad I’m not your type, Torry. At least you're being honest with me. Thanks."

"No worries. With your looks, you'll find tons of guys that would kill to fuck you."

"I'm not so sure Torry. But perhaps you're right. And look, I know I'm not your type and all but could I ask you to fuck me once? You know, as a favour. I know you won't get much out of it but I will make it up to you some other way."

"I don't know, James. But now that I think of it, there is one thing I could need your help with."

"What's that, Torry? I'll do anything!"

"Okay, hear me out. Do you know that girl Sarah from your school? Don’t know her last name. The pretty girl. Kevin likes her."

"Uhm yes, I think I know who you are talking about."

"Great. I will need you to talk to her. Maybe more than talk. I will tell you the details later. As long as you do what I tell you, I can fuck you from time to time."

"Thanks, Torry," James beams, "I meant it when I said I'll do anything.",

"Good, good! Now come over here and let's see that ass of yours."