Matt and Jason Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 04

... power-blasted my spunk deep inside him. And to my astonishment, I realized Matt was re-screaming, even louder than before. His ass caught me in another death grip, and holy fuck... he was cumming all over again. Every muscle in his body tightening at once, even if no cum shot out of his still-hard dick.

I went down. Hard. Desperately gasping for breath. Weaker than a newborn kitten. My body... fucking glowed. From the inside. My muscles trying to come to terms with what just happened.

Mat rolled on top of me. More wiped out than I was. Spent. His hand almost... tenderly... tenderly?... reached over and cradled my face. His palm against my stubbled jaw. "... you're... fucking... amazing. Amazing man. Fucking... amazing...."

I nestled my face against him. Too tired to kiss him.

Later, much later, Matt got up with a playful swat on my ass. He returned in a jiffy, throwing down a massive tray of sandwich fixing. "Need to refuel!" We ate right there on his bed, few words between us. We didn't need many. We just kept... looking at each other. Not looking away when we caught the other staring into our eyes. Just... looking. And laughing. Low and easy, nearly under our breath. Feeding a different kind of hunger. Together. Only as our strength returned did conversation flow again. Easy. Assured.

I can't tell you how amazing my man Matt looked. Fucking King of the World. Fucking alive. He just... sparked something inside me. Something deep. It's kinda hard to explain, ...

... but I felt as good on the inside, as he looked on the outside. Given how hot the guy was, that's saying something.

He set the dishes on the low chest of drawers near the bed, and climbed back into the bed with me. His lips found mine, and in a flash we were all over each other. I think we both wanted another round, but the making out with him was slow. Hypnotic. Like I was swimming in lead. It was all too much. I realized at one point I must have started to drift off, and Matt had repositioned to spoon against me. The feel of his cock in my asscrack still sent off sparks inside me, but too weakly to fight against the tide. I slid into sleep, aware of his muscled arms wrapped around me, holding me desperately close.

I slept hard, as my body finally caught up with everything I had put it through. Deep. Dreamless. I woke up once, disoriented and barely aware of my surroundings. I felt him. Matt. Against me. Holding onto me tightly, almost like he was a little kid and I was his teddy bear. I half-wondered if he was holding on to me to give me comfort, or if by holding me he was being comforted.

And strangely enough, I realized my arm was wrapped around his as he embraced me. Strange, because I usually slept "hot" and hated having a person pressed up against me in bed. If I had to snuggle, I'd usually wait for them to fall asleep, delicately untangle myself and roll over to the far side of the bed for sleeping.

But not, apparently, with Matt.

I smiled, enjoying the ...