The Matchmaker - 5. Chapter 5 - Powers

Three days pass and it's all pretty much back to normal. The school, the classes, the tests. I chat with Sarah from time to time but we don't go beyond our earlier friendly talks. I throw a hint here and there to let her know I'm available if she changes her mind but she seems pretty consistent. It makes her even more attractive and I almost go crazy.

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It also gives me some time to figure out how to handle Torry. Torry, you son of a bitch. This time I will negotiate the terms of our next agreement. Which doesn't change the fact that I will probably have my first dick in my mouth before I even see real-life girl's tits. How pathetic.

"Hey Dexter," I say when I'm in their room.

"Hey Kevin," he says. What do you know, he’s playing Fortnite.

I only give a passing glance to Torry and sit on the bed. The exact place that was my one-man stage the last time.

"How have you been, Kevin?" Torry asks.

"Amazing. Now, tell me what's the deal with your powers," I demand.

"I can't. I wish I could. I can't tell anybody."

"Did you tell Dexter?" I ask.

"Nope. He's one of the two people who know I have them but that's it."

"I thought you said you two didn't have a single secret."

"That's different, Kev. I don't understand it fully myself. Things just happen."

"Okay, whatever, I made up my mind," I say, "I want Sarah to be my girlfriend."

"Okay, Kev. In 72 hours, she will be your girlfriend. You just need to suck my dick. I won't shoot in your mouth, don't worry," Torry says reassuringly and proceeds to unbutton his jeans.

"No," I stop him, "I want to negotiate."

"Negotiate?" Torry smiles. “I never said the offer was negotiable but let's hear it. “

"Do you love your brother, Torry?" I ask. Dexter gives me a side glance but goes back to his game.

"You know I do," Torry says, "are you trying to say I don't?"

"No. But you have an opportunity to prove it. I want to suck Dexter's dick instead."

"Oh, no no no no no no," Torry waves his hands defensively, "that's out of question. I'm doing you a favour and I want a favour back. I've been dreaming about putting my dick in your mouth for too long."

"I've made up my mind, Torry. I'm not sucking your dick, ever. You're gross and I don't wanna touch it, see it, or even think about it. Even if I have to stay a virgin for the rest of my life."

"So you do think I'm gross. Very well," he says pointing at the door, "you can leave. It's my way or the highway."

I proceed to get up and leave when I hear a soft voice.

"Torry…?"

We both turn around to look at Dexter who has stopped playing and is looking at Torry with pleading eyes.

"Please," Dexter says shyly.

There seems to be a battle going on inside Torry's head. After a few moments, he rolls his eyes.

“Dexter, no! Stay out of it,” he says.

“Torry. Please?” Dexter insists and looks at his big brother with large, watery eyes.

"You're breaking my balls, Dex," Torry sighs.

"Please, Torry," Dexter says and folds his hands together like for prayer.

Torry is like a stone but he can’t stand his brother’s gaze. After a moment, I see his face muscles relax.

"Fuck. Fine!" Torry says. "Fine. But there's a hook. You both have to suck each other."

Dexter and I exchange looks. Then we both turn back to the older brother and nod.

"Ugh, fine," Torry says. "But let's make it clear, Kev. It will take a few more favours if you want Sarah to go all the way with you. So you will not avoid having my dick in your mouth… or other places."

I promised myself not to lose my ground.

"We'll see about it. I want the right to negotiate. And I want to know exactly what I get in return before I commit to anything."

"You can always try," Torry says, "now get to it, guys."

I gulp. I feel silly. I’ve won the negotiation with a little help from Dexter but I realise I pretty much agreed to do something even gayer that I was supposed to do in the first place.

Dexter stands up and I do the same. None of us know what to do and it becomes very awkward.

I curse silently and take off my t-shirt and throw it on the floor. Dexter does the same. I notice that indeed we have very similar bodies. Both slim, lean and quite hairless. I can't say he's attractive. I didn’t turn gay overnight but his body type is much closer to what I seek in girls than Torry's. Being close with Torry would be like being molested by my uncle Jake.

I'm surprised when Dexter reaches out and touches my chest. It's not unpleasant. Maybe even a little electrifying. It's so lame that he's the first person ever to touch me this way.

It's weird but also relaxing in a way. I give in. I'm not ready to get naked yet. I watch my hands reach out and feel Dexter's body. We touch each other and I look into the boy's trusting eyes. He wasn't joking. He wants it. And fuck, there is no torture horrible enough to make me admit that but now I want it, too. A blowjob is a blowjob. I'm already getting hard.

Minutes pass and I forget what I'm here for. Torry doesn't say anything. He sits on Dexter's bed and touches himself through his shorts again. I wonder why he doesn’t just flip it out but I prefer it the way it is.

Then, Dexter kneels and starts pulling down my shorts. I tense up and almost close my eyes instinctively. He touches my boner through my boxer shorts and I gasp. He only spends a few moments feeling me up but I’m already fully hard and I need no more foreplay. He notices it, grabs the waistband and pulls them down. My dick emerges and bounces up and down. It's as hard as it’s ever been and shiny from precum. I feel Dexter’s eyes and breath on my glans. Fuck. It’s happening.

Then he takes it into his mouth. Oh boy. It's so wet and warm inside. He first licks the head and then slowly progresses inland as he covers the uncharted areas with his saliva. He’s looking very eager. Every now and then, he stops sucking and uses his tongue to lick my shaft. It's wonderful. He's either done this before or he’s watched a lot of porn. Or both.

I’m realising I’ve had way too many inhibitions about doing sex stuff with another boy. It has been a little uncomfortable, especially at first and I wish it was a girl instead (and no Torry in the room) but my dick betrays me. It’s the best feeling I’ve ever had, beating even my horniest masturbation sessions.

I grab the boy’s head softly. I don’t want to fuck his face but it feels natural to start moving a little bit. I’m still full of inhibitions. I don’t want to show that I’m so into it.

I just hope he’s not bigger than me, I think to myself as I watch my dick go in and out his sucking mouth. I guess I have to find out.

"Get up, Dexter," I instruct. The boy complies and I kneel and proceed to undress him.

Fuck. If I have to suck dick, I can at least enjoy myself.

As I secretly feared, Dexter's dick is longer and thicker than mine. Not by much but visibly. It's super hard and… well… gross. I hate dicks. This one is relatively cute, straight, thick and almost hairless but I still dread having it in my mouth.

Dexter takes my hand and we climb Torry's bed.

"Lay on your side, Dex," I whisper.

I position myself on my other side so we can go 69. As soon as I do, I feel Dexter's hungry mouth swallow my dick again.

I need more time to prepare. I take the boy's dick in my hand and hesitate. It's hot, living flesh. But it's also a weiner. He pees through it. It's a little sweaty and musky.

But I know I have to do it. I wipe the head with my thumb and I kiss it slightly just to check the taste. It's weird. I was expecting it to taste like piss but it tastes of skin, salt and… coffee? Maybe not but I pretend it's coffee, close my eyes and I dive deep.

And it's almost like diving in cold water. The first seconds are the worst, then it gets better. Thank god I like Dexter. At least I feel good giving him his pleasure.

I'm sucking Dexter the best I can and he's not holding off either. I don't see what Torry does and I'm not curious.

I grab Dexter's butt with my hand and push him deeper inside me. I feel a mental dam breaking. I’m sucking a cock. It feels alright now but will I be able to look at myself in the mirror in the morning? What if the word gets out?

I torment myself with similar thoughts for a while but then I start listening to Dexter’s moaning. He sounds like he’s having fun. At least it seems I’m doing a good job. I push all thoughts aside and decide to give it my best. I start using my tongue to make it feel better for the boy and his moaning intensifies. Then I start thrusting my hips and focus on building up my orgasm. I realise that the bed is squeaking a little underneath us. There’s nothing I can do about it so I ignore it.

We go on for ten minutes, maybe more. Then I feel it.

I roll onto my back and my dick pops out of Dexter's small mouth. I take my salivated penis in my hand and jerk it hard to finish myself. I sense Dexter does the same next to me. I rest my head on his thigh and try to think about Sarah. But whenever I try, her image keeps getting replaced by Dexter. His balls bouncing quickly right in front of me. About the pleasure we shared.

"Ah…. Ah.. fuck… fuck," I moan and cum harder than ever.

When I open my eyes, I see Dexter's balls. They're rising and falling slightly with his every breath. I lift my head a little to see a few creamy droplets on his belly. He still holds his dick tenderly.

"Nice one guys," I hear Torry say, "I need some alone time in the bathroom if you don't mind."

He leaves. I don't mind at all. He can go to hell.

We both sit up and look at each other. There's something charming about Dexter. He's a little shy but he beams with sexuality I didn't think a kid his age could have. He’s less than two years younger than me but I didn’t even dream about really having sex when I was a fresh 14.

"I liked it," Dexter says when we’re alone.

"I thought it would be worse," I reply, not ready to admit I had fun. "I'm happy I did it with you and not Torry."

As much as my dick enjoyed it, I look forward to getting out of here but there's something strange in Dexter's eyes when I look at him. Something… serious and scary. Sad but full of expectation. Startled but determined. It makes me both flattered and uncomfortable. I’ve only seen people look like that at each other in movies.

He suddenly moves closer and kisses me on my lips. I'm too shocked to back off. I don't want to offend him, I convince myself. Then he starts smearing my cum on my chest and spreading it all over my body.

That’s too much. I grab and push away his hand.

Then I pull away from the kiss. Dexter’s looking sad and disappointed.

"I'm not gay, Dexter. I'm sorry," I say.

"Really?" The boy asks with wide eyes and I see his lower lip is shaking.

"Really. And it pisses me off because you're the fourth person that just assumes I am. This month."

"But I thought when you said you wanted to do it with me…" he starts and sobs a little.

"I only said it because I wanted to do it with someone who doesn't make me puke on sight as your brother does," I say, "It didn’t cross my mind for a second that you were gay, Dex."

"I think I might be," he admits, looking away.

I sigh and start thinking of something uplifting to say.

"Why don't you ask your brother to make me like you with his powers," I joke and wink at him.

"Who says I didn’t?" He smiles and winks back.

I want to say something back but I stop. Damn. What if? I did enjoy it and normally I wouldn't ever touch another boy. I’m sure I didn't turn gay but… Dexter does seem kind of cute all of the sudden.

"You did…" I whisper.

Dexter smiles and pushes me gently back on the bed. He lowers himself on me and kisses me again. Our sperm-covered naked bodies touch and we start making out. I get hard again. I get pretty horny, too. I don’t know what’s happening to me.

Then, Torry comes in.

"Whoa, can't I leave you two for a second?" He laughs.

His intrusion is like a bucket of cold water. I push Dexter aside, hop off the bed, clean myself hastily and start dressing up.

"Sorry for walking in on you guys, I can go for a long walk if you want," Torry says.

"No thanks," I say and blush. When I'm dressed up, I go straight to the door.

"Bye, Dexter."

"Bye, Kev!"