Matt and Jason Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 05

... then finger his hairy hole, and describe his scent to me. I had my own finger deep in my butt as I furiously jerked off. He wanted me to describe the taste of my cum. Fuck. The roar he made as he shot his load was so loud, I think I could hear it across town even without the phone.

I slept pretty well that night.

That Friday, I was at Town Hall as usual, and pretty much all the hoodlums were there letting loose. I had shot Matt a message to see if he was coming, and he sent back that wild horses couldn't keep him away. I got there early--I worked the room, hoping that by doing so, an early exit wouldn't raise eyebrows. Matt came through the door and...

Fuck, did I have butterflies in my stomach again? What the fuck.

We sat at the bar on adjoining stools, making an appearance to keep up appearances. It took inhuman amounts of self-control to keep from diving on top of him, but the force of self-control added to the excitement. Plus, it gave us a chance to talk. Yes, there were the not-so-subtle coded messages we sent back and forth, but... it also was like, conversation.

I loved talking to him.

I always loved his stories, his dry humor talking about this or that at work, making it somehow into some sort of zany adventure. His way with words. Shit... the whipsaw steel of how his mind worked. The smartest guy I knew, but so fucking easy to talk to.

Easy.

"What...?" he said, finally, with s suspicious look on his face.

I realized I was just staring ...

... at him with a stupid look on my face. God, I probably looked like a fucking puppy or something. I made a crass joke and got him laughing to break the mood. Making him smile. But I... my mind...

It was all... strange.

The mood shifted again, when my buddy Paul rumbled on over and grabbed Matt's arm. The two had a friendly rivalry going, going back to the first day when Matt joined us. Paul thought of himself as the King of the Pool Table, until Matt unceremonially dethroned him, pitched him on his ass and stuffed him into a side pocket. From that date forward, the two battled regularly like Clash of the Titans. No quarter asked for or received. As Paul dragged Matt off to the pool table, I could hear fiery oaths shouted out, something about "your mother," and they were at it again. I smiled broadly, watching them.

At that moment, Maggie walked by with her friend Jackie. I'd known Maggie forever; she'd been dating another one of my buds for years. I sometimes wondered if they were ever going to officially tie the knot. She was carrying a couple of beers, and Maggie's eyes widened as she saw me.

"Jason! Oh, hey... glad I caught you. I have something I've been meaning to ask you. You busy?"

"Nope, just killing time... what's up?"

"I'll get right to it... are you on the market again?"

Uh... that was a question. I had no idea what to answer. "Me? Well, you know me... just kinda...."

"Yeah, this is the longest I've known to you to fly solo. It's not right. I ...