Matt and Jason Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 06

... My stubble no doubt shredding his tender skin as I went. I didn't fucking care. Somewhere above, Matt was moaning like a two-dollar-whore, but with the deep rumble of manly need. Loving it, but needing more. MUCH more.

I pulled back, moving up again and lodging my tongue in, juuuuuust where his asscrack started. Making small circles. Making sure I had his attention. And then I let loose with a long, vulgar lick deep in his crack, running down. Down. Slowly. Down. Matt raised his butt up to meet me as I went. Knowing. Needing. Fucking panting in raw need.

Down. Down. Through the forest of man-hair holding his scent.

Down.

Finally. I flicked my tongue across his hole. A flick.

Matt's whole body convulsed. I had to hold him down.

Flick.

Another shudder. A whining growl, more like a groan. Pinned, he tried to flex his butt toward my face. Trying to kiss me with his hole.

Flick. FlickFlick. FllickFlickFlick.

Then, a long, sinner's drag down across his hole. Then long, languid circles around the rim. It was quivering. Matt's sounds dissolved into open whines. His whole being focused on his hairy hole. And my tongue that wasn't fully giving him what he so desperately needed. FlickFlickFlick.

And then I fucking RAMMED my face in.

The suddenness of my attack got Matt to shout. I fucking ground my mouth against him, locking my lips around his pucker and sucking as hard as I could. Opening him. Readying him. I rammed my tongue in as deep as it could ...

... go, and Matt shook to his core. I let loose. Wildly. Unleashed. Fucking making out with his bunghole with the same intensity of kissing his mouth. Teeth raking his butt hair. Chewing him. Sucking. Slurping.

And then I gotreally serious.

I rammed in hard. Fucking raping his ass with my face. Running wild. Attacking. Slurping. Hard. Smashing into him again and again. Swinging my face from side to side. Then at him again hard. Driving him forward on the bed from the power. HARD. My mouth everywhere. Matt bucking back at me, wailing like a jungle cat in heat.

I swung my hand down hard against his hairy ass. CRACK!

Matt jumped and made an inhuman sound.

I smacked his other side. CRACK!

A pair of matching, fire-red handprints. And I mouth fucked him. HARD. Obscene dog laps up and down. Throwing my head from side to side. Sucking. His ass hair drenched from my spit. Tongue-raping him. Again and again.

While my tongue was deep inside him, I fished out the lube and greased my dick up. My mouth came free of him with an audible pop. No time for pleasantries. No time for consent. Or a discussion of our feelings. I lined my cockhead against him, and fucking drove in all the way to my balls.

Matt knew what he signed up for.

We let out matching howls of desperate need. And I fucked him. Raw and hard.

Emotion would come later. I needed to fucking rut. Like a rabid dog. Slamming into him. Grinding my man-bush against his hairy ass.

Matt was right there with me. ...