Matt and Jason Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 04

... this as much as I did. He was fucking getting off sucking me. We were locked together in raw, masculine joy.

He sucked, and slurped, and slurred his tongue around and around. Ran his mouth down my shaft, and went back to my cockhead. Ticking my piss slit. Driving me... fucking... crazy....

I was still too sensitive from having fucked him; and with the greatest reluctance, I wrenched him off me, hissing out a sound of frustration, pleasure, and pain all at once.

Without missing a beat, Matt buried his nose in my bush, then went after my balls.

And... holy fuck... somewhere my brain registered that... I was sensitive... from just having fucked him. Hard. In the ass. Fuck. My ex had always demanded I be shower fresh before I could even start to think of making a move on her, and immediately after. Matt didn't care. He didn't fucking care. Nothing was getting in his way. He needed it now and fuck the rest. He completely gave himself over to sexual need. I had never experienced that level of raw animal attraction.

Shit. My heart... kinda... swelled. Because that's exactly the way I felt about him.

God, the sensations ripped through my brain. Setting me on fire. He was juuuuust on the edge of sucking my balls too hard, and that... exquisite line of pain and pleasure fucking flattened me. I was thrashing, belting out encouragement... and my body was fucking singing.

He pulled back and went after my dick again. Oh my fucking God. The connection. The fucking ...

... feel of him. I needed to get into that myself.

Matt had essentially been kneeling beside me; locked on my cock with his butt toward my face. I grabbed him, pried his legs apart and roughly pulled him so he was straddling me. And I was going to fucking show him how grateful I was.

I started going after his dick, mirroring the world of pleasure he was heaping on me. It was hot as fuck, and kinda worked, but the reality is our position didn't quite work out, as it was an awkward angle to do anything but suck his cockhead. I let go of his dick, and instead went after his balls--musky and hairy and dangling in my face. I matched his efforts, sucking them down hard, and using my tongue to slide all over them. Matt's growls of encouragement were muffled by the fact that my dick was completely down his throat. It was good. It was very good.

But I realized I was better positioned for something else. And I fucking went for it.

I don't have the words to describe how much I loved eating Matt's ass. Fuck. FUCK. The fucking innermost part of a guy. FUCK. I fucking smashed my face against his hairy hole and fucking lost my mind. His butt funk filled my nose as I savagely attacked him. My big cock had loosened him up, and now my tongue went in easy... and deep. Incredibly deep. Matt's hole twitched wildly. I swear could... taste the remnants of my load. Fuck. I sucked against his pucker, fucking making out with him. I swept my face violently side to side, and sent long dog licks as ...