Matt and Jason Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 05

... think I have the perfect girl for you. Your ex was a bitch and all, but that's over. You really should put yourself out there!" Jackie nodded vigorously. "And the thing is...."

Whooo-boy. My mind was spinning in several directions at once. Yeah, in all other respects it probably did seem weird to other people that I didn't have someone on my arm. It felt... weird to me, too. Not to sound crass, but I usually didn't have problems hooking up with the ladies. And, here's the thing. If people were asking me openly... they were certainly talking about it amongst themselves, and probably had been for some time. But... well, did I have someone? Was I off the market? Shit. Did Matt see me as being off the market, or did he...? Shit. Fucking shit.

"...and I just think it would be perfect...."

Maggie droned on. I looked instinctively past her, over towards Matt, where he and the boys were duking it out on the pool table. Well, was I off the market? What was going on between us. Was it real? The other day, I hadn't wanted to even think about such a thing, afraid of mucking things up. Maybe... that was wrong? Should I be thinking about... things?

"...and I even think you know her! She's...."

Wait... "she?" I tried to look back at Maggie and Jackie, but their words just bounced around aimlessly, not making any impression on me. Was I giving off some kind of vibes? Were folks... worried? Did they see things going on that... made them worried? And were trying to "right the ...

... ship," so to speak? I turned back to Matt. Matt. There he was. Flushed with success, eyes flashing. Still in his work shirt, but it was pulled out and hanging loosely around him. His arms in the air, in triumph. I could almost see... wet pit stains under his arms. The man was physical at everything he did, including trouncing my boy Paul at pool. Matt. Matt.... Paul was there with him, both mad as hell, and laughing his head off. They both were. Matt... laughing. Glowing. I couldn't hear what they were shouting at each other. God. I just kept... staring. A man at the height of manhood. A man in action. I man flushed with success. A man alive.

I don't know if Matt could feel the weight of my gaze on him, or what, but he looked over at me. Searching the crowd... for me. Our eyes locked. He just... he smiled. That fucking half-smile.

And...

I...

... it's hard to describe, but I think I felt... warm inside. I swear I could feel the touch of his meaty hands. The feel of his breath. The light scratch of his beard. His... scent....

"...and it would be perfect, wouldn't it?"

Shit. Maggie. Maggie had stopped talking. She was asking me a question, looking at me expectantly. I turned to look back at her, and gently put my hand on her shoulder. "Yeah, sounds perfect! Um... can you excuse me for a sec?"

I slid into the crowd, not waiting for her answer. Matt met me half-way, and I had to check myself from giving him a flying roundhouse kiss. It was a good thing, too; ...