Matt and Jason Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 05

... than I deserve."

Matt looked at me, and if I didn't know better, I'd have thought his eyes were... glistening. He rolled in, pressing his head against my chest. I just held him. Fucking held him. Breathing him in. I realized I was running my fingers through his hair, wet with sweat. We laid there in silence, and I was... oddly content. Oddly connected. Baring our souls.

Funny. There we were, still half-dressed, in a partial tangle of clothes... but truly naked to each other.

Long silence. Matt and I didn't have words. Or, maybe what we were thinking, what we were feeling, was all so deep that we couldn't explain ourselves with mere words. Maybe our actions were our words.

Matt finally pierced the quiet. Roughly trying to change the subject. "Hey man, I know you said you needed to go, but you want to at least stay for dinner? Carry out? My treat?"

Many words crossed my mind at that point, but I went with the simplest. "Yeah. I'd like that."

And it occurred to me, that as much as I wanted another roll in the hay with him, I at that moment I REALLY wanted to just... hang out with him. Make him smile.

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We never formally discussed it, but I think we were in general agreement to not bring up our... activities... to the outside world. Truth is, I was afraid to bring it up to Matt. I...

...Okay, fine, I was nervous.

I wanted to know what he thought about what we were doing, but at the same time I really didn't. I mean, I hadn't wrapped my head around ...

... it. Plus, the experience with my co-workers had me freaked out some. Enough that I had no interest in saying anything to my crew... and really, why did we need to? What I had with Matt was... just sprouting. Maybe not even taking root yet. Were we just fucking around? Did he think we were just fucking around? I was half expecting him to at any minute say, "This is fun and all, but there's this hottie I've been talking up...."

I didn't want in any way to disrupt our fun.

And so, I spent the rest of the week trying to put Matt out of my mind long enough to finish my work project. And--God help me--daydreaming about the fucking sexiest guy I knew. A guy too scruffy to be a pretty boy, but too pretty to be scruffy. I think I jerked off more in those few days than I had since I was 13. Was Matt rubbing some out thinking of me? His face in my used Jockeys...?

Fuck. Matt's smell. I don't think I can convey how hot his scent got me. His smile might make me weak in the knees, but his smell just.... It fucking.... FUCK.

Why didn't I run off with a pair of his boxer briefs, too?

We kept checking in... messages, even talking on the phone. God, it was like we were 13-year-old girls.

While we were talking on Thursday night, he called me out on the fact that I was beating off while talking to him. Shit. I thought I was being all quiet and clever.

Hearing me, he decided to join me. And full-on phone sex followed. I had him rub his hands again and again through his bush, ...