Matt and Jason Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 06

I rolled Matt over onto his belly. After blasting a huge wad down my throat, I don't think he had the wherewithal to resist, even if he wanted to. And I was right.

Fuck yeah. His ass. Fucking hotter than hot. Primed and ready. Waiting for me. I made a growling sound of pure excitement.

He heard me. He could feel me. He knew. He fucking KNEW.

He slightly shifted his position, almost unconsciously raising it up, giving it to me. Asking.

Fuck. In so many ways, this was fucking unbelievable. So fucking weird, my brain could barely process it. I mean, a man's butt is his last, forbidden, private part of his body. We can't even see our butts unless we grab a mirror and do some yoga. And like nearly every other straight guy I knew, I used to have this weird... likephobia... about my butt. About any guy's butt. That it was nasty. It smelled. Fat. Ugly. Something you only talked about in jokes or yucking it up with your friends. The very mention of it was a slam. And a hairy ass was even worse.

But holy shit... look at it. At this thing splayed and open in front of me.

Matt's ass wasn't ugly, it was the fucking hottest thing in the fucking universe. Strong. Raw. Powerful. Fucking masculine. Masculine beyond masculine. And here Matt was, sharing it with me! This deeply private part of him. Deeply personal. Trusting. Knowing. Goddamn.

Fuck. I had to worship it. To do it right. To reward this ultimate of trusts.

To make it fucking mine.

I gripped him. Moved my ...

... face down and rubbed against him. My scruffy cheek against his hairy buttcheek. Feeling the light bristle of his fur against my face. Giving a light breath of a kiss, then rolling in a wide circle to do the same on the other side. Feel the drag of my stubble against him, knowing it was sending sparks across his body. Hearing Matt's satisfied grumble. Fuck. So fucking hot. So fucking taut. I leaned in harder, massaging him with my face, scouring him with my scruff. His glutes were strong, but yielding to the pressure, his skin hot beneath my touch. Rolling him. Feeling the strength of his muscles.

I dragged my face to the small of his back, then pressed my nose lightly into his asscrack. Slowly running down. Breathing. As I went, his butt funk started filling my nose. Primal. Musky. Earthy. Raw. Rich and strong from a long day and all its exertions. Smelling like man. Smelling like fucking sex. Fuuuuuck. It was flooding my reptile-brain. Throwing switches inside me I didn't know I had.

My dick was throbbing. So hard it hurt. I could feel my precum flowing like a river, running down my rock-hard shaft. Matting my man-bush.

His scent darkened as I drove down deeper, which just made me crazier. I forced my nose in deep. A hint of sweat. Down. Down to his hairy hole. Fuck. FUCK. I heavily dragged my face through his hairy trench. Breathing in so hard I thought I'd hyperventilate. Fucking high on his musk. Wanting it. Wanting his scent on me. Up... then back down. Roughly. ...