Matt and Jason Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 05

I swear that was the longest day of my fucking life.

I mean, I couldn't help but feel wildly self-conscious, wearing Matt's clothes at work. Wearing... his underwear. Fuck, I had a new appreciation for the movie "Bull Durham," with Nuke wearing ladies' garters on the mound. It wasn't all bad... for one, I'd have to admit that Matt had better style than me. More to the point, the image of his dick having previously filled out those boxer briefs...yeah, I was just this shy of walking around with a boner all fucking day.

But that wasn't the only thing gnawing at my thoughts. I... I mean... well, I'd been having gay sex. A lot of it. Me. A fucking bastard who had never looked at a guy that way in my life, and was famous for mowing down the ladies. I was having gay sex. And I loved it. I fucking loved it.

Oh my fucking GOD I loved it.

And all that was sending my thoughts exploding in a thousand different directions, all at once.

Jesus. A week ago I would have never thought it possible. I would have laughed in your face if you suggested it. Hell, depending on how much I had been drinking, maybe I would have decked you. But when push came to shove, I didn't have any second thoughts. Not even the slightest hesitation.

And what did all this say about me, really? That I was an equal-opportunity lech? That I'd always been gay and was just repressing it? Would any other long-held convictions blow up the minute I tested them? Was I that fickle?

...Would whatever I ...

... had going on with Matt blow up the minute some different hottie walked into our hangout?

And what would people say if they knew? I had lived my whole world in a man's man world, where quips about being gay had been thrown around, recycled, and thrown around again. Would my buddies... change... if they knew?

God, and what about my co-workers? In some ways, they were even... more... unreconstructed than my buddies. Especially towards the low guy on the totem pole. Which I most certainly still was.

I mean, shit, were they figuring it out already? Did anything... show? Were the guys at work sizing me up like I was a $10 whore? Snickering the minute I left the room?

Panic started to simmer inside me, but as the day went on, nothing really happened. The only comments the guys threw my way were irritated barks to get my head back in the game... justifiably so. My thoughts were so disjointed, I was completely distracted from what I was doing. Thinking about... Matt.

Matt.

Man... he wormed his way into everything. Memories tripped by the stupidest thing would suddenly explode into real life. Memories of him. Being with him. It wasn't just his dick, it was... him. Everything. His half-smile. It was never a smirk--he wasn't that... harsh. Such a chill guy. Such a great guy. No, it was just a humorous half-smile that with such little effort I could pull into the biggest, laughingest shit-eating grin you've ever seen. A grin that fucking lit up the room. And then there was ...