Matt and Jason Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 05

... in the moment."

I snorted derisively. "Talk about a cop out of an answer."

"Well, what about you?"

I reflected. I had been thinking about that very question quite a bit. "Well, the only reason I'm not gonna bust your chops about that answer is that mine is pretty much the same. When I fuck you... damn! It feels like I'm king of the world. Roaring with power. Gonna fucking take you and make you like it. But when you fuck me.... shit, it's like nothing I've ever felt in my life. You set my whole body on fire. Like I'm all but cumming the entire time, for like an hour straight. And when I do actually shoot, it's like cumming on another level. I feel like I'm finally alive. But then again, I feel that way when I'm pounding that hairy ass of yours, too. Like... I don't know. But also, it's like the biggest rush fucking you and seeing it on your face how into it you are."

Matt broke out the biggest, goofiest grin I'd seen. "I know what you mean, bud. The thing is... when I'm fucking you, God, you are fucking into it! Every part of you... it's in your eyes, your whole face, your entire body. Like, you're fucking glowing or something. It's like every single thing I do is driving you wild. It's such an intense connection... and the rush of knowingI'm doing that to you. It makes me feel..." Matt's voice caught, just for a second. "It makes me feel like the biggest stud on the planet." He paused longer, and went on in a nearly broken voice. "Like I'm a fucking stud. After ...

... Alicia... I didn't know how much I needed that. To feel like... a man again. To feel... desirable again. To feel... shit... like, I'm sexy again."

I think my heart broke a little for Matt right then, knowing what he had just been going through with his ex. Not just the break-up, but even before. I remember being cheated on, and how it shredded your confidence. Made you question so many things about yourself, especially sexual performance. It took me a very long time to come to terms with that, all the while denying there was a problem. I was... touched with his honesty. His vulnerability. "You ARE a stud, man!" I said, running my fingers through his beard. "Being with you is the biggest rush imaginable. You fucking ARE sex! It's... amazing. And you are most definitely a man. THE man. With a man's needs, a man's hunger... and a man's stamina."

He smiled sheepishly.

"Seriously, dude. Fucking around with you is on a whole other level. Even compared to what I though was a good sex life with my ex. Even when we were in our prime, I still felt like sex was a much bigger thing to me than it was to her. Yeah, women like sex, but it is nothing compared to how much guys like it. It's funny--having never had man-sex before... now I don't know if I could do without it. All my previous sex, with a whole bunch of sexed-up women, just seems so... pale now. I mean... you get it. And holy shit, you have fucking brought me to my knees. You're so fucking good. So fucking good. It's more ...