Matt and Jason Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 04

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But God bless him, Matt decided to up the ante.

His mouth slid away from mine, and bull's-eyed on my neck, right below my ear. Fuck. A weak spot for me. And the sound I made as he did so could have left no misunderstanding about how happy I was. The play of his tongue and beard sent absolute ice shivers down my entire body, even as I was covered in sweat. My hand involuntarily reached up and grabbed the back of his head, my fingers roughly combing through his sweaty hair. I reached up, cupping his head strongly, while my other hand locked onto his arm. Amazed at how hard he was, the tautness of his muscle. So unlike the softness of a girl.

Matt rolled me so I was flat on my back, and then started sliding down between my pecs, lightly scraping me with his teeth. I let out a gurgling moan that vibrated my entire body. His oral assault continued, as his face swept across my chest. Sloooow... then fast. Driving me crazy scouring me with his beard, both softer and scragglier than I could imagine. Fuck, he went after my hairy nipple. Another hot spot. Sucking it in. Hard. Lightly gnawing, and circling it with his tongue. Then, fast as lighting, he dragged his face across me to the other, grinding it down, sucking hard. And again, to the other. Harder. My breath coming out in barked gasps. My hand all fucking over him. My fingers digging into him. He started making sweeping circles with his mouth, spinning around and around. The scratch of his scruff softened by sweat ...

... and spit. Reflexively, I threw back my arm, over my head. Exposing myself.

Matt saw. And in that moment, he pinned my wrist down, and fucking buried his face in my hairy pit.

I can't even describe the animal sound I bellowed out.

Fuck, he went after me like a fucking wildcat. Grinding his nose against me, and fucking inhaling my sharp scent. Then he fucking let loose with his tongue, in hard, obscene licks. God only knows what sounds I was making. This was setting the deep, hidden, unused corners of my mind on fucking fire. I was afraid it would tickle, but it was just raw sexual joy. My pit was drenched with my sweat and his spit, as he fucking made a feast of me. Below him, I fucking thrashed like a lion in his death throes, as Matt's nose, lips and tongue slashed against me. My legs kicking wildly. In sexual overdrive.

Matt's overdrive, however, was even worse.

The man pulled out, and roughly dragged his face down my torso... if not for our shared sweat, his beard would have likely have torn my skin apart. Matt was undeterred, driving down, down, and down... and fucking inhaling my swollen dick.

I shot off a viscous scream of raw hunger.

Matt fuckingate me, driving down as far as he could before gagging, his tongue rolling heavily across my cockhead as he did so. My back arched. I reached back and white-knuckled one of his pillows. FUCK. NO ONE could understand the perfection of one man giving another a blowjob. He knew. He fucking KNEW. And, he wanted ...