2 comments/ 13947 views/ 5 favorites Dancing in Manhattan Ch. 01 By: softgreyeyes Matthew a large built, grey eyed country boy has always dreamed of going somewhere he could be himself. Tired of his Pop's. He decides to leave his smalltown, USA and head up to the big apple. Well, his farmers tan could hit the road faster when he got his W-2. He filed it to come in his checking account automatically. And with his routine paycheck he hit the road. Traveling in his blue and grey ford, Matt makes his way to his big city dreams. More than half way there he decides to call it a night. So, in Columbus, OH right off of highway 80, Matt stops at a cheap motel. With barely enough money to keep a decent meal for the next week, he gets a lower end room. Thinking about all the types of guys he is going to see in the big slice, he blows a load on his abs and pecks. he slowly rubs it in as he enjoys the feeling of cum on him. His fantasy is to have a stud ride him like a horse and cum on his chest the same time he blasts the guys ass. Since he got a lower priced motel, they have a community shower instead of personal. It being 2:23 in the morning, hes sure there wouldnt be anyone in the showers anyways. He grabs a towel and the keys on the table, and heads out the door. He walked around naked on the farm he grew up on, why not here? No one should be up late, and if they are they are probably doing their own business right now anyhow. Two doors down and across the complex was the mens shower room. you needed to have a room to get a shower key with it, but he had brought it with him so there were no problems there. The only problem Matt did have is that there was someone else in the showers and he just walked in with cum on his chest. Matt turned red, and continued on what he was doing, hoping that the quasi-muscular guy hadnt notice his cum. He lies the keys down with his towel on one of the benches across the showers. No curtains in between showers Matthew gets even more nervous as he hasnt actually seen another guy since he was young. Matt looks at the guy as he squeezes the shampoo into his hand. Matt realizes he left his gym bag in the room, but forgets again as he stares at the gorgeously shaped man lather his hair. Not to mention his semi- hard cock directing water like a fountain. Realizing again he begin to gather his towel and keys. "Blake." Matt hears as he turn towards the door. "What?" He says confusedly. "I figured you would want to put a name to the cock you were staring at." "uugh..." Nothing. "So why you leaving? Too steamy in here?" Blake says coyly. "No, I... uugh... forgot my gym bag with my body wash and stuff." " Well, you could use mine if you want too." Matt follows Blake's hands with his eyes as blake rubs his hand down his muscular, glistening chest. "You sure?" "Yeah Man, this only has to last me until I get up to Manhattan." "Okay." Matt walks towards the other bench where Blake pointed. The blue and black backpack looked somewhat expensive, but Matt didnt think to much of it, he was more interested in what was in the bag. He unzipped the front of the bag knowing that the wash would be in the main compartment of the bag, but he was looking for a wallet or something to identify him with. Keys, toothbrush, toothpaste... wallet! Blake Gieger. Not a bad name. From Louisiana. Two southern boys, nice. But he didnt want blake to know he was messing with his wallet, so he throws it in the compartment and zips it back up. spread the main pocket open and to his surprise sees a whole pleasure pack of condoms unopened. Hmmmm. Not trying to get a hard on just thinking about the stuff he would do to the man in the showers, Matt grabs the bottle of Irish Spring and walks over to the showers. Blake is just rinsing off, when Matt open the bottle and tries to get some soap. Palm up, ready for the glob, nothing comes out but whistling air. "Oh yeah, I forgot, I am almost out. Here." Blake gestures for Matt to hand him the bottle." Willing to do more than just tossing a bottle around, Matt hand Blake the body wash. "These things are picky, sometimes you gotta be rough with it." Blake closes the cap and hits it against his palm. Opens it, and pours some into his hand. Blake looks down at his hand, and up at Matt's chest, and massages it in. " Here you might need this, it takes alot to get the cum smell out." Matt blushes and Blake smiles. Realizing what he's doing, Blake grabs his stuff and heads towards the door. "Just bring the body wash and shampoo to room eight." Blake says without facing him, allowing Matthew to his thoughts. Dancing in Manhattan Ch. 02 Matthew stares at the number, as if it is an etching of what is to come. Eight. Room Eight, just like Blake told him. Matt gets sweaty just thinking of what is going to be said, and how Blake is going to react. What if it is just a thanks again reaction and then the door closes in his face. That would not let him sleep easy. But what if he... doesn't close the door on him. Oh, the possibilities, all flashing through his head while Matt is still looking at the plastic eight on the door. He knocks three times. Nervous and shy, Matt looks down to the right when the door begins to open. Noticing that Blake is already in pajama bottoms, he gestures the bottle of body wash and two-in-one. "Thank you for letting me use them, it was very..." Matt is interrupted by Blake. "Get in here, before you get us both kicked out!" Blake looks down at Matt's legs. Matt realizes that the towel is around his head and not his waist, his mind being too preoccupied about what happened before. Once again, he never had to worry about stupid stuff like privacy out in the country. And with that knowledge, he pulls the towel from his head and covers his crotch. Also in that motion he comes inside the motel room. Blake closes the door. "Want some pants?" Blake says as he releases a crooked and sarcastic, yet adorable, smile. "Yes, please." Matt says softly as he reddens for the third time tonight. "One moment." Blake walks into the bedroom. Matt looks around. Their rooms were the same, ugly end tables and horizontal shades on the windows. He guessed it was ok for a couple nights, but definitely no place to live enjoyably. Blake returns with a pair of blue and green flannel pajamas. Blake's being red and orange flannel, they matched. "Here ya go." Matt's hand brushes Blake's as he hands him the pants. Matt smiles, a sign of intention. Blake flutters his eyes and smiles as a means of telling him the flirt was accepted. Blake turns towards the couch, and Matt puts his right leg into the pants. Blake sits; Matt puts his left leg in and pulls the waist band a little below the waist. "So, why did you run so quickly out of the shower, after... giving me the soap?" Matt sits on the other end of the couch, facing Blake. "I didn't want to do anything I would regret." Matt seems shocked by the answer. "what do you mean?" "I don't do one night stands." There seem to be a little aggression in the last part of the sentence. Matthew notices it, but doesn't know why there would be, something personal presumably. "I can respect that... is there a reason why?" Matt tries to be gentle as the subject seemed to upset Blake. "I... I don't know. I... Okay. I... I really liked this guy I met in a local club, he seemed nice, and was definitely handsome. We talked for hours about what ever came to mind, we laughed and joked and then began to get physical. The next morning he was gone, and I only had a first name and no number. I fell for the guy, and I was just a trick." "Wow, that must have hurt, to let someone in like that and then them just walk out." "It did." Blake, who has been nothing but giddy and playful looks down in sadness. "Well, what qualities did he have?" Matt asks sincerely. "He was a good listener, didn't say to much other than how he felt, and was pretty nice on the eyes... Kinda like you." Blake looks up and smiles cheaply. Matt smiles with an eye flutter. "Well then, what kind of things did you tell this other me?" "Almost everything. My family, my coming out, my plans for work after college, everything." Blake looks down again. "Well then," Matt moves right next to Blake and puts his hand on his leg. "tell me." Blake and Matt talk for what seems like hours, laughing and even crying. Matt forces himself up ready to go back to his room and get some sleep, knowing that it would not be nice to try to do anything with this guy who has been emotionally hurt. "Well, I guess I'll..." Blake interrupted Matt again. "You can stay here for the night, if you wanna." Shocked at what was said, he thinks as to what extent Blake meant that offer. Sexually or not. "Well, there is only one bed, and..." excuses fall "We can share the bed." Blake says. There was no hidden agenda in the tone of which he said the words, he didn't say it as if he planned for a night of roaming free around the bedroom. He only meant it as a sharing of the bed, which was unusual. "Okay." Matt thinking of how he is going to keep his hands off of that delicious body all night long and how he may not even sleep or sex out of this. Matt followed Blake into the bedroom, still thinking about the rest of Blake's body, Matt follows Blake's lead and gets underneath the blanket. Blake turns the lamp off. They both lay there, looking up at the ceiling, waiting for one another to move. Minutes go by and nothing, finally Matt moves onto his side facing Blake. "would you mind if I take my pants off, I sleep in the nude?" "No, I was about to ask you the same thing. I guess it's a country thing." They both laugh trying to relieve the awkwardness. After they both stare at the ceiling a little bit longer, Blake breaks the silence. "Do you mind if I lay on my side, I cant sleep on my back." "It's your bed, do what you want." Matt chuckles as if wondering why Blake asked. As Blake switches to his side, his knee brushes along Matt's Thigh. "oh, Sorry." Blake said quickly. "No need to apologize" Matt runs his hand down the middle of Blake's chest. Blake looks at matt as if he is instantly turned on and returns the gesture, going all the way down to his bulging rock. Matt begins kissing Blake passionately and fervently as Blake strokes Matt's cock. Enjoying the feeling of Blake's hand on his cock, Matt returns the favor and caresses Blake's manhood. Matt stops kissing Blake's lips, and kisses his way down underneath the covers. Wanting to see the reactions and actions of Matt's every move, Blake uncovers him as Matt takes in all of the gorgeous meat into his mouth repetitively. This continues as Matt fondles Blake's scrotum, and then begins to massage his entry point. "Oh, Matt, I fixin to cum!" "Get on top of me and cum on my chest!" Blake does exactly as he is told, and Matt rubs it in. "So, ..." do you mind if I?" "If you what? Jack off? "No..." Matt gestures towards Blake's rear with his eyes, "you're already on top." "Sure, just let me get a rubber real quick." Opening the box, getting a condom and opening it wasn't a difficult task, because the box was already placed on the night stand. Blake did plan for this. Sly dog. Matt rolled the double sided lubricated condom on his raging cock and pushed Blake towards his piece. Blake slightly sat on Matt's lap, guiding his penis into his rectum, slowly allowing the cock to enter him. Once half way in, Blake moved his hand and gave control to Matt. Matt, in sheer ecstasy of the moment, began thrusting his hips, and on the third thrust was all the way in. Matt continued thrusting, bouncing Blake up into the air only to land back down on his rod. Both moaning, deep moans at that, Blake becomes hard again and begins dripping precum. Wild with the feeling of Matt's cock in his ass, Blake takes control and begins to increase the rhythm as he masturbates. With Blake in control, the feelings Matt experiences are grand in comparison to any others. Matt feels the tension in his balls, signaling that he is soon to cum. "I'm gonna cum!" They both yell out as semen fills the condom and explodes onto Matt's chest. Tired and worn out, Blake falls to the space next to Matt. Matt throws the used condom on top of the pajamas and lays back down. Blake moves his arm onto Matt's chest and leg onto his leg and they both fall asleep. Fantasy alive and lived.