Matt and Jason Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 05

... unzipping his fly. Sounds I normally associated with the times I was going in for the sexual kill, but now hearing in a different context altogether.

Pulling his pants down from his hips. Feeling his anticipation. Him all but reaching up to me with his dick, trying to spear my mouth.

Not yet. I bypassed his raging hard cock. Toying with him, yes... but not wanting to end my exploration of his body too soon. I could feel his skin quiver as I went. Him making a strangled sound, willing me to go down on him with all his might, to offer desperately-needed release.

Hell no.

I went after his balls; that stop was all for me. I needed, fuckingneeded the sweaty musk of his balls. His boys finally freed after being trapped all day in his Jockeys. Having spent the whole day churning, as he thought of me. I ran my nose across them, fucking floored by his scent. FUCK. The raw scent of sex. Of male. With my tongue, I fucking rolled one into my mouth, sucking down on it. Hard. Teasing it. Tickling with the tip of my tongue. Rolling. Sucking. Suckling. My nose still in his man-bush. My hands sliding up and down his flat abs, feeling him. Holding him down. Matt growled in frustrated horniness, lapping up the sensations of my tongue lapping up his balls. Back and forth. Each one in my mouth. Wet with my spit. I pulled back slightly... and blew cool air lightly across his ballsack. Inwardly snickering as the man squirmed, totally lost in the moment.

Back down, down and down ...

... again. Running my tongue the length of his hairy legs, pulling him out of his pants as I went. I massaged his thighs with my hands, feeling the awesome power of his muscles, but my mouth kept going. I had business down lower.

I freed his foot from his pant leg, and pulled it up... still sheathed in his sock. I bit down on the edge and pulled it down with my teeth. Rich in man-scent. I freed his foot entirely, and dragged my face along the sole, letting my lips and stubble work together to send a shiver across his body. Matt made an embarrassingly obscene sound. I continued. Pushing my nose through his toes, then dragging my tongue from heel to toe, stopping at his big toe and suckling it. Like it was his cock. Licking, heavily licking, then mashing my face along his spit-slick skin. Matt groaned, lost in the sensation. Horny as fuck, and finding new sensations ripple across his body. Suckling his toe again. Hard, rolling my tongue around and around. A long lick upwards again, then sliding back up to go after his balls again. Keeping him honest. Sucking him. Tonguing him. As I mouthed his hairy sack, his toes reached up, desperate. Searching. Hoping.

Finding.

He found my cock and rolled his toes through my bush. Trying to stroke my cock with his feet. Connecting us.

I let the feeling wash over me. That connection, foot and balls. Then shifted my weight to travel the length of his other leg. Freeing it from his clothes, and making out with his other foot. Getting it ...