Matt and Jason Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 05

... face against his hairy cheek. Waking up my skin. Teasing myself, teasing him. My mouth rand down across his neck. Nibbling. Licking. Probing him. Trying to find that exact spot that would set him off....

"UnnnngghhhhhhhHHHHHH!"

There it was.

I worked it over, again and again, my mouth activating him. Sending small shivers up and down his body. My other hand roamed freely, letting myself twirl his hair. Feel the soft scour of his hairy chest. Rub the hard muscle of his arm. Lightly tickle his hairy nipple. Matt growled in appreciation. He attempted to move, but I blocked him, forcing him down. Pining him. Making him take my exploration of him like a man. He relented; not trying to move, but running his hands over my head, massaging my scalp as my tongue tormented that magic spot behind his ear.

I slid further down, rolling my mouth across his pecs, long sensual licks from nipple to nipple. Taking them in, suckling them like a baby, then slurring over to the other. Repeat. Slow and steady. My hands, mouth, and the stubble on my chin making his skin dance and his body ripple.

Matt continued to gurgle out sounds of encouragement, unable to form actual words. I could see goosebumps rise up to meet my tongue. He was sweating.

That was part of my plan. I started mouthing wide, obscene circles around his nipple... widening. Widening. Finally, I swung hard, threw back his arm and buried my face in his hairy pit. Breathing in his sharp, sweaty scent. The scent of ...

... man. I smashed my nose against his fur, up and down, up and down, finally lashing out with my tongue and slathering him with spit. Matt's growls intensified, a sound of savage hunger. I had to keep him pressed down to stop him from going on the attack himself. I pulled back, and after a long heavy slur of my tongue, I fucking made out with his other pit, sucking and licking, smearing my face against him again and again. Fucking relentless. His scent filling my lungs. His fur matted by my spit.

Spit and sweat.

Holy fuck was I fired up. Moreso even than Matt... and Matt was fucking losing his mind.

With great reluctance I pulled back, his scent still filling my nose. I ran back toward the center of his chest, mouthing my way down. Dragging my teeth across his skin, raking his short, curly hair. Massaging heavily against his pecs as I went down and down, down and down. Marveling at his body. This incredible masculine form... a form I knew so well, but had never explored. Finding the sensuality of it. Not sensual like a woman's body... but like a man's. The masculinity of it. Rawness. The coiled power. Feeling the tautness of his abs. Feeling the play of his fur. Breathing his dusky scent.

All the while scouring him raw with my stubble.

I loved how his body hair grew dense again right at his belly-button. Fuck. Masculine. His fur holding his smell. Growing into a fucking forest as I went further down... God, I loved that familiar sound of undoing his belt buckle and ...