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Matt figured all he needed was an ugly 90s button up and some suspenders to make an easy Bill Lumbergh from Office Space costume, so that’s exactly what he did. His glasses were perfect as they were. He even brought a coffee mug to carry around and put his drinks in. He hoped people got it.

He had to park a couple blocks away, the street parking packed. How many people had Rey and Jess invited to this Cult Movie Costume Party?

A fucking lot, Matt determined as he walked into the house. Well, “house” was an understatement. It was basically a mansion. Inside, though, it felt like the shared house of a bunch of college students–tapestries hung on the wall, mismatched wooden furniture, and lots of red Solo cups. Matt was nervous. He never had any fun at college parties. He hoped this would be different. He was a real adult now, with a good job and a decent apartment and maybe an almost-sort-of-boyfriend? Where was Techie, anyway?

Matt made his way into the dining room where four women in matching tight white button ups, very short pleated plaid skirts, and knee high socks stood around the crystal punch bowl with their backs to him. Even in costume, Rey wore her hair in her signature three buns. Matt was relieved to see someone he knew.

“Hi, Rey! Have you seen T–” Matt stopped when the group of girls turned to face him. There was Jess, and Rose. To Rey’s right, the tallest leaned back on the table with long legs crossed coyly and smiled up at Matt.

“You came!” Techie exclaimed, adjusting the plaid tie around his neck before licking his glossed lips. “Are you Lumbergh? Heyyy, Peter. Whaaaat’s happenin’?” Techie did a pretty decent Gary Cole and giggled. 

“Y-yeah,” Matt couldn’t help but stare. Techie’s red locks were blown out in soft waves, his eyes lightly lined. The white button-up was too short and tight against some approximation of small breasts. The tops of his hips peeked out of his pleated skirt which was unbelievably short–Matt figured he must have his legs crossed to protect what was left of his modesty. After a long stretch of smooth thigh skin, his white knee socks led down to black Mary Janes with a chunky heel. “You…you look…”

“Ridiculous?” Techie said with a laugh, trying to tug down the bottom of his shirt. “Rey vastly underestimated my size.”

Matt gulped. “N-no. You look fantastic. Who…who are you supposed to be?”

“We’re the DEBS!” Rey shouted excitedly. “From D.E.B.S .!”

“I don’t know that movie,” said Matt.

“You don’t know D.E.B.S. ?!” Jess and Rose exclaimed in unison.

Techie laughed. “He’s not a lesbian, guys.”

“Neither are you!” said Rey.

Techie shrugged. “No, but I dated one in college.” He took Matt by the hand and led him towards the kitchen. “I’m hungry, let’s go get some chips.”

Watching Techie walk nearly killed Matt. That skirt was so, so small and Matt could see the supple clefts of Techie’s perfect round ass cheeks and the light blue whale tail of a thong. Matt was staring so intently he didn’t notice they had arrived at the snack table. Techie resumed that table lean with legs crossed and munched on some chips.

“Uh, what’s that movie about anyway?” Matt tried to ask normally.

“Lesbian secret agents.” Techie said. “Well, only the main one is a lesbian, she falls in love with a jewel thief she’s supposed to thwart. It’s really cheesy but really good. It’s like, gay Charlie’s Angels .”

Rey, passing by, shouted, “ Full Throttle is gay Charlie’s Angels!”

“I stand corrected!” Techie shouted back. “Anyway,” he said to Matt, “I know I look crazy, but Rey had so much fun dolling me up, how could I deny her?”

“You couldn’t.” Matt said. “You should let her do it whenever she wants.”

Techie cocked an eyebrow. “Oh? You like me like this?”

Matt nodded, speechless.

Techie grinned and twirled a lock of long copper hair. “I kind of thought you might. After how you reacted…” Techie lowered his voice and leaned in, “to the panties in the trailer.”

Matt felt himself hardening just at the memory. Fuck. He was such a goner.

“I think it’s too early in the night for us to slip away,” Techie said, “but after maybe a half hour of mingling it would be socially acceptable.”

Matt just gulped.

“You’re so cute,” Techie said, hopping up to kiss Matt’s cheek. “Let’s go outside. You look like you could use some fresh air.”

“More like a cold shower,” Matt muttered.

Sitting on the back steps sharing a joint, Matt was completely enraptured by Techie’s perfect, milky thighs. 

“Did you shave your legs?” 

“Mhmm. Took forever,” Techie said, blowing out impressive smoke rings. God, was there anything he couldn’t do? Matt couldn't believe someone so effortlessly cool wanted anything to do with him.

“I can’t wait to touch you,” Matt said before he could stop himself. Techie smiled at him and kissed him softly, gently nipping at his lower lip. He tasted like watermelon lip gloss and Matt wanted more.

“Not too much longer now,” Techie said, passing the joint to some guy to the left of them. Oh right, that’s where they got it from. Matt could only focus on one thing.

“Where will we go?” Matt said, nuzzling into Techie’s neck. Despite his feminine appearance tonight, he still smelled of his usual aftershave and Dove Men’s Arctic Blast deodorant. Matt loved the contrast.

“My place. It’s really close.”

“I’m too high and…distracted...to drive.”

Techie laughed. “You had two hits.”

“Ok, I’m mostly just distracted.”

“Look there,” Techie extended his arm to point across the yard to a guest house on the other side of the pool. Matt heard the clinking of the Claire’s-circa-2004 charm bracelet on Techie’s wrist. “I rent the guest bungalow from Rey. Well, from her grandfather. He cuts me a deal because he wants ‘a man on the property to keep Rey safe.’ If he could see me now, huh?” Techie adjusted his skirt again. “I’m never letting her buy clothes without me again, this thing is tiny.”

“I'm giving Rey all my money to go shopping for you all the time." Matt said.

"Y'know, I thought you might be a little into this, but I didn't expect quite this level of interest from you."

Matt wasn't sure if he was doing too much but thought honesty was the best policy. He was no good at playing it cool anyway, and Techie knew that. "I can see, like, your whole ass and you look so, so pretty."

Whispering in Matt's ear, Techie said, "Have you ever wanted to get fucked hard by a pretty girl before?"

Matt shook his head. "Nope. Not before tonight."

Techie smiled wryly. “Alright, you’ve been patient. C’mon.”

Techie led Matt across the yard to paradise.

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Matt’s eyes were glued to Techie’s ass so he really didn’t notice anything about Techie’s home until they were in the bedroom and Techie was setting up his Bluetooth speaker. The room was painted a soft blue and decorated with movie posters. The striped bedspread was neatly made but there were small piles of discarded jeans and flannels in a couple corners. Some slow shoegaze song came on and Techie approached Matt, gently placing his freckled arms around Matt’s neck. Matt rested his hands on Techie’s waist for all of 30 seconds before letting them migrate to cup Techie’s supple ass.

“Eager, aren’t you?” Techie said with a soft laugh. He pressed against Matt, gently sliding his erection alongside Matt’s. Matt shivered and began fidgeting with the g-string between Techie’s cheeks. Techie sighed and nuzzled his head against Matt’s neck. Then, a sucking sound. Techie was nibbling and sucking the rough, stubbly skin under Matt’s jaw and Matt couldn’t take it, knocking the pair of them down onto the bed.

Underneath Matt, Techie wriggled and wiggled, bringing his knees up to rest against Matt’s hips. Matt pressed a deep kiss to Techie’s lips, pushing his tongue in, and Techie responded with enthusiasm, little bites at Matt’s lips driving him crazy. After a few minutes, Matt pulled back for air, sitting on his folded legs and taking in the sight below him.

Techie, knees akimbo and pleated skirt flipped up, gorgeous cock standing at attention under a soft blue V of cotton. His lips were flushed red from the kissing and his eyeliner was smudging slightly, perfect golden red hair fanning out behind him. Matt wanted to take a picture. He hoped his memory would be enough. Techie propped himself up on his elbows and gazed at Matt with one eyebrow raised. “You good?”

“So good,” Matt said, surging forward and grabbing Techie by the loosening plaid tie around his neck. He pulled Techie onto his lap, rubbing his hands over that perfect ass again before fingering the hem of Techie’s too-small blouse. He tried to work the buttons open but his clumsy fingers struggled. Techie puffed out a laugh and unbuttoned the shirt himself, working his way down from the top.

When they hooked up in the trailer, it was so quick they barely undressed, and Matt was hungry to see Techie’s bare chest. As the top fell open, he took in the blue (matching the thong of course) mesh triangle bralette stuffed with…"Socks?” Matt asked, touching experimentally.

Techie laughed. “Yeah, Rey’s idea,” he reached in with nimble fingers (painted a subtle mauve, Matt noticed for the first time) and pulled the socks out of the bralette, tossing them across the room. There was still a soft, creamy suppleness to the slight peaks under the mesh bralette, and two perfectly pert pink nipples sported small silver barbells.

“Fuck,” Matt sighed, rubbing a thumb over Techie’s left nipple. Techie shivered. “These Rey’s idea, too?”

“Mm, no,” Techie said, struggling to get the words out as soon as Matt’s mouth was on his right pec, tongue flicking over the barbell with expert technique. “18-year-old-me’s idea. A decent one, I think.”

“Fuckin’ amazing,” Matt mumbled, his deep voice rumbling through Techie’s sternum. Mouth still on Techie’s tiny perfect tits, Matt let his left hand wander back down to Techie’s ass, fingering the thong, snapping it against Techie’s skin, eliciting a yelp. His right hand crawled up Techie’s thigh, grazing over Techie’s hard, delicate cock with a featherlight touch. 

“Mm, stop,” Techie panted. “Can’t come yet. Gotta fuck you first.”

Matt retracted his hands and worked on undressing himself, excitedly. He was glad he had done some light prep before he came tonight. He got vers vibes from Techie and wanted to make sure he was prepared for whatever way the night might go. Not to be presumptuous, of course.

In record time, Matt was totally naked. Techie began to undress, too, but Matt stopped him. “No. Keep it on.” Then, remembering his manners, added, “please?”

Techie smiled. “Lay down,” he said, reaching over to the nightstand. He pulled out lube and a condom and straddled Matt. Matt beamed up at the wanton angel above him, the unbuttoned blouse hanging open, the swollen nipples straining against the bralette, the straps of the thong peeking out of that unbelievably perfect little skirt. Techie reached down and pulled his dick out of the left side of his thong, pushing the panties to the right and rolling on the condom. He squirted lube on his fingers and stroked his cock a few times before inserting his fingers into Matt’s hole, scissoring him open slowly. Matt groaned with pleasure. 

“Fuck,” Matt moaned. “God, this is so hot. You’re so hot.”

Techie nipped at the inside of Matt’s thigh while he worked him open. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

“I never…I’ve never been fucked by a…” Matt looked at Techie questioningly, unsure how far to go with it. Techie seemed to read his mind and grinned that sexy, knowing smile.

“You’ve never been fucked by a girl before, baby?” Techie said, voice softened.

“Mmm, never,” Matt said.

“I’ve never fucked a man as big as you,” Techie said, lining himself up against Matt’s rim. “I’ve been touching myself thinking about it. About fucking you. I get so, so wet.” He pressed in with a slow, hard thrust. Matt’s eyes rolled back.

“Fuck, baby,” Matt panted. “Do you…when you think about me…do you finger your sweet little cunt?”

Techie gasped, speeding up his thrusts. Matt placed one hand on Techie’s tit and the other on his ass, obsessed with the barbells and the perfect skinny string riding up Techie’s crack. “Yeahhh,” Techie moaned, his voice going higher, not on purpose. “My pussy gets so slick, I can put my fingers in so deep, I think about you and…” Techie loses his grasp on the English language and fucks into Matt fast before stopping himself, slowing down the pace, gyrating with a perfect slow, rolling rhythm as he drags the tip of his cock over that sweet spot inside of Matt. 

“You’re the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen,” Matt groaned out, sliding his hand under the bralette. “Your tits are so perfect, so soft, fuuuuck.” Matt, shaking under Techie, knows he won’t last much longer. “You’re a goddess. You’re perfect, so fucking perfect, Ian.”

The use of his given name sparked something electric in Techie. “I’m almost there,” Techie panted out, supporting himself with arms braced against Matt’s chest. “Fuck, Matt, I…”

“Come for me, baby,” Matt barely gasped, knowing he was close, too. “Come on, gorgeous, come inside me, baby.”

Techie moaned as he collapsed on top of Matt, muttering curses against his chest while he came down from his orgasm. “Fucking hell, that was so hot,” Matt muttered, taking himself in hand.

Techie, exhausted and ready to pass out from the power of his orgasm, was no quitter. He wrapped his pretty painted fingers over Matt’s fist and sat back on his heels, pressing his chest out. “Come on my tits, Mattie,” he said, biting his lip. 

That sent Matt over the edge. Ropes of white landed against Techie’s creamy skin, seeping through the mesh of the bralette and running down the front of his tie. Matt stared for a minute, trying to memorize another perfect moment, before they crashed back into each other, kissing deeply. Matt held Techie tight around the waist as they breathed each other in.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced,” Matt said.

“Yeah?” Techie said, suddenly sounding shy and unsure. “That was ok? Not too weird for you?”

“It was perfect. You’re perfect.”

Techie smiled into Matt’s neck and bit it gently while Matt cupped his ass again. “You’re obsessed with my ass,” he said with a soft laugh.

“It’s a really amazing ass.”

“Do you…do you wanna be my boyfriend?” Techie asked, and Matt could’ve died at the hopeful tone in his voice.

“Yes!” Matt said, too eagerly. “Yes. Do you wanna be my…what do you want to be?”

“Your boyfriend,” Techie said. “Most of the time.”

Matt nodded. “I’m pretty fucking gay, but that gorgeous girl that was just here can fuck me anytime.”

Techie kissed Matt’s cheek tenderly. “I’m sure she’ll be back.”