Matt and Jason Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 05

... probably gonna go jerk off in the bathroom stalls as it was--but I obviously kept several of the key details secret, or just vague enough that they could fill in the details themselves. Easier that way.

But just talking through things was... hard. In more than one way. Emotionally. Physically. Erectionally. Shit, I had gone from a semi to a full-on boner, and was hoping against hope I wasn't leaking enough precum to make a wet spot in my pants.

In... Matt's pants.

Shit. That didn't help.

Fortunately, all this shit went down towards the end of the day. Quitting time finally came--well, close enough--and I was able to bolt for the door, with the hoots and knowing hollers of my co-workers ringing in my ears as they cheered me on. Matt and I never set up specifics for meeting after work, but I wanted to at least scoot over to his place and get my clothes.

Oh, who the hell am I kidding. I wanted to scoot over to his place and get OUT of my clothes.

By the time I left work, I was so fucking horny I could have bitten through steel. Bragging to the guys about how I had gotten lucky had put everything front-and-center in my mind. Matt's place was only a short hop away from my work, but the minutes stretched to what felt like hours because of ALL THE FUCKING TRAFFIC MOVE YOUR GODDAMN ASSES YOU STUPID FUCKS OR I WILL FUCKING END YOU. All I could see in my mind's eye was Matt's hairy body, drenched in sex sweat. With that half-smile, cocky with satisfaction. I was ...

... only dimly paying attention to the road. Thank God I didn't kill anybody. My pits and palms were sweaty, my dick was about to rip a hole in my clothes, and my leg was bouncing so violently, it about made the whole car shake.

What the hell was wrong with me? No one had ever... hit me like that. I mean, I was fucking rocking in my car seat, physically reaching my ass out, just thinking about Matt's dick spearing me. My hole clamping reflexively at his imagined cock. I've never been so worked up in my fucking life. Not even my first time. With a woman.

I did a piss-poor job of parking, and fucking ran to his door like a thousand screaming demons were in hot pursuit. My fist pounding against his door. Horny. So fucking horny....

Matt finally threw the door open and I fucking slammed into the guy, nearly knocking us both over.

God, I hope he didn't have company over.

I'll say it again... it's so fucking different being with a guy. Especially a real guy like Matt. My excitement/desperation would have flattened any woman I've ever known. Matt not only stood his ground, but as he smashed his lips against mine, he actually flattened me against the door, slamming it shut behind me as our collective wight pressed against it.

We kissed so violently that one of us drew blood, swirling that tell-tale metallic taste into our passion (teeth, Jason, teeth... you stupid fuck!). We fucking ground against each other, hard as fuck... with our dicks hard as fuck. Fucking each other ...