Matt and Jason Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 05

... just as I moved in, he excitedly threw his hand forward to give me a high-five. "Skunked him again! Just when he thought he had me! Uh... Jason?"

I realized I was staring again. My cheeks burned and shook myself to attention. "Excellent bud, I had faith in you! Saaaay... you want to get out of here? Um, the beer is colder at my place!"

Matt just looked at me, and his grin somehow got even wider. Loudly, he responded, "Sure bud, I'll get my coat and follow you out!" Then, he leaned in conspiratorially and whispered just for me, "Not to presume, but I brought an overnight bag." He was too close for me to tell for sure, but I swear he winked at me.

"You brought... clothes?" I hissed.

"Clothes? Oh hell no. What for?"

Yeah, my dick was straight and tall as a telephone pole. Thank God the lighting was dim.

Although I was wrapped in a hormonal daze, I made it back to my place without incident with Matt close behind.

I got my front door open in time to see him come sauntering up the walk behind me... cocky, in more ways than one. That damn half-grin.

"Hey Jason! I'm horny as fuck!"

I pulled him in, and pulled him into a fat, juicy kiss, ramming my tongue down his throat. My hand slid down and reached for his dick, now hard enough to split his pants. "Yeah, I can tell. Get in here!"

Ah, the elegance of masculine foreplay...

It was a chaotic scene as we tried to pull ourselves out of our winter wear, all the while locking lips and trying to feel each ...

... other up. There was a pause when out of desperation, I slid my hand down his pants behind his belt buckle, grabbing his bare cock. Matt yelped; my hands were still ice cold. That slowed us down with a laugh. We disentangled, and got out of our coats. I wrenched my shirt over my head and dropped my pants, while Matt struggled to undo his buttons. Finally, his shirt fell away and I could take in that hairy chest of his.

Goddamn. Matt was one sexy fucker.

I had an idea.

For all the times I'd hung around guys, for all the fun that Matt and I had had... I'd never really... explored a man's body. You know, taken it all in... all of it. Scents, tastes, textures. As a man. Never really dug into what a man was like. What it meant to... be a man.

I grabbed him by his belt buckle, and hauled him towards the bedroom. He stumble-followed me, trying to kick off his shoes as we went. I threw him down so he was flat on his back on my bed. He moved to undo his belt, but I blocked him. I slid out of my underwear, standing before him naked and harder than steel.

"No," I commanded with a wicked grin. "I want to try something. Hands off!"

Matt gave a theatrical grown and laid his head back. I clambered on top of him, my lips meeting his. Whiskey still on his breath. His arms wrapped around me, and I slid my hands along the side of his face, letting the scruff of his beard tickle my fingers. Matt kissed me... anxious. Curious.

Hungry.

I slid down from his mouth, rubbing my ...