Matt and Jason Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 04

I can't believe how amazing the feel of Matt was. And I hate to keep harping on this, but how masculine the feel of him was.

I mean, yes... I touched plenty of women in my time, especially after sex. But in those cases, it usually meant that she drew circles on my chest, or I twirled their hair.

But holy shit... Matt and I were fucking all over each other. We weren't just... kissing... we were fucking manhandling each other. It was like we were going away forever, and he was trying to burn the feel of my body into his memory one last time. Full body touching. Skin on skin. Lips locked together. Our hands everywhere. Gripping with strength. His hands roughly clutched the back of my head, shot down my torso, held my shoulders, ground through the stubble on my chin, kneaded my ass cheeks, twined against my fingers... everywhere. Rapid-fire. Active and with purpose. And my hands did the same, exploring every fucking inch of him. Again and again. Fast and slow. Constantly in motion. Roughly. Purposefully.

And the feeling of touch wasn't just confined to our hands. Holy fuck. It was the drag of the hair on his chest, arm and legs against mine. The smooth slickness of his sweat. The slime of his spunk. The wetness of his mouth as we made out. And Oh. My. Fucking. God... the scour of his beard against me, setting my skin on fucking fire.

It was raw physicality. Intensity. Aggression, in its own way. An overall... feel to the feel of him that was unmistakably ...

... male.

It was like we were having total-body sex, even though we had both just shot our loads.

But at the same time, there was so much more going on. Everything was hitting me at once, in so many ways. The room unmistakably smelled like sex. Male sex. The smell of balls, ass, musk, cum... and whiskey. The taste of salty sweat. Our low, satisfied rumblings as we ground against each other--the sounds of guys in their sexual prime. It was an all-encompassing, overwhelming sexual storm of the senses. Shooting off so many familiar masculine flashpoints instantly recognizable to the male brain that even the most stubbornly straightest of straight guys would have thrown wood and started to sweat the minute he walked in the room.

I didn't know I could be so fucking turned on.

I don't know how long we made out, desperately scraping and grating against each other, completely lost in the overwhelming sensation of this low-impact sexual assault. Our cocks had never quite gone soft, and dueled together between us in our hairy crotches.

Freedom. Completely unfettered sexual freedom with each other. Completely unfazed by expectation, convention, or any kind of propriety. Sex shared. With us giving and taking in equal measure.

It was so bizarre. I know men are sexual animals when it comes down to it... I mean, we're absolute dogs, right? But laying there with Matt? I never realized men could be so...sensual. In ways that would be incomprehensible to a woman.

I never wanted it to ...