Matt and Jason Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 04

... light brush of his beard against the back of my neck, and contentedly drifted back to sleep. This was something I could puzzle out later.

Morning. My eyes fluttered open, and I was again thrown off by my surroundings. I realized Matt and I were still entangled, with my face nuzzled against his chest. His scent was strong... familiar, comfortable, dusky. Wholly masculine. The lower part of his body was lightly draped with the sheet, and I could readily see the tent of his morning wood.

I was pretty hard myself... and horny as fuck.

By his breathing, it was clear Matt was still out cold. So I decided to... well, wake him up. The best way I could. For him, but also for me.

Horny.

I gently slid the sheet off his body, drinking in the incredible sight of him. Jesus. He was an incredible mass of muscle and fur, with one helluva dick. Matt was no Greek god or Renaissance nude... with his hairy body, he had too much of a caveman vibe going on. Primitive and untamed. A Renaissance painter would have genuflected in horror at the beast-man in front of him. Matt was raw. A barbarian at the gates. And ready for action.

Very much ready for action.

I leaned in, and dragged my face through his hairy crotch, taking in his raw musk. GOD he smelled good. Like sex. Wild fucking sex. I gently mouthed his balls. Matt's breathing shifted, and his dick twitched a couple of times in encouragement. I tickled them again with my tongue, watching his eyes for signs of change. He ...

... made a barely audible, low purr. I think his dreams were getting decidedly better.

I couldn't wait. I moved up, licking a long trail up the underside of his shaft, gently flicked his piss slit with my tongue. He breathed in heavily. I lined myself up, then swallowed his cockhead whole. Sucking in deeply. Teasing him with my tongue as I went down. There was a low rumble from Matt's chest, as his body slowly responded to me, his hips slowly undulating. I pulled back up, and went down on him again. More forcefully. Up, and down. My spit running down his shaft. Again. This time, wrapping my fingers around his now-slick cock and jacking him as sucked him.

Matt fully responded.

"UNNGHHHHHHHHnnnnnnnnng!" he growled out, as his whole body contorted. His eyes flew open and his back arched. "Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Fuck, Jason. Fuck, that's good!" His voice was raspy.

"Good morning sunshine! I'm hungry." I went down hard, as far as I could go. Matt almost lifted off the bed.

"Oh FUCK dude, don't stop. God don't ever fucking stop!" His big, beefy hands reached out and grasped me. Not to guide me, but just to feel me. Feel our connection.

God I loved sucking him. God I loved his dick.

I fucking went to town on him. Always changing. Keeping him on his toes. Slurping him down, then pulling off and running my puckered lips vertically up and down his shaft. Jacking him while my tongue made rough circles around the rim of his cockhead. Attacking his balls, Swallowing him down ...