Matt and Jason Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 06

... Pushing back hard; as hard against me as I was slamming into him. His hands clawing into my sheets, twisting them into unholy patterns. Burying his face into my bedding and letting loose with animal screams. Mine drowned his out.

Slamming into him. Again and again. SLAMMING. Feeling the raw pressure of his ass muscles as they bit down on my cock. His ass was alive. Fucking alive. More alive than any pussy I'd ever fucked. Pressure enough to crush coal into diamonds.

I kept slamming. SLAMMING. The bed bucked and heaved with us. I heard my headboard crack somewhere from the punishment we were inflicting on it. That just fueled my fire. SLAMMING. SLAMMING. Pure male aggression. Pure male pleasure. The kind no woman could ever inspire or unleash. SLAMMING. Skin on skin, sweat running with sweat. Muscles tortured and twisted, roaring against each other.

I wanted to draw it out... I really did. To draw it out just like how I had worshiped his body. But being inside him like that, I had no control. I slammed again and again, roaring with each blow. Building. Building. FUCKING BUILDING.

Matt came first. I could feel his body tighten. Hear the change in his screams. And suddenly, his ass bit down on my cock so hard I almost screamed myself. That did it. With one final slam I fucking exploded, unloading a gallon of spunk inside him. Shooting so hard I expected to see my cum start shooting out his mouth.

I filled him. Marking Matt as mine.

Damn. I was fucking wiped... ...

... but had successfully set the pace for the weekend.

In many ways, the rest of the night was a blur. Matt wanted to repay the favor, and fucking ripped my ass to shreds. Again and again, deep into the night. It occurred to me, here was another way that maybe male-male partners had the advantage over male-female partners. Applied science. Matt took his experiences as a bottom, and he fucking used them to his advantage, turning himself into a fucking brilliant top. Understanding male sex in a way no woman possibly could.

And holy fuck, could he push my buttons. I mean, we were still pretty green when it came to things, but he knew exactly what to do to fucking blow my world apart. And that night he gave me a masterclass. Having already dropped a couple of loads earlier that evening, the motherfucker had stamina. Fucking control. He made it a twisted game to fuck me juuuuuuust to the edge of blowing, then pull back juuuuuuust enough to block actual ignition. Repeatedly. Riding me soooo close to the line that I thought I was going to fucking go insane from the inhuman pressure of it all. And when he finally let me shoot, I shot so hard I could have blasted paint off the ceiling.

Just for a moment, I thought I could see through time.

And Saturday was even better. It wasn't just the sex--although, OH MY GOD the sex!--but there were other times, quiet times, where despite sitting around naked and drenched in all kinds of drying, unmentionable body fluids, we were just like ...