Matt and Jason Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 03

It was a looooong time before we caught our breath.

"Shit, man... holy... shit..." I murmured out exhaustedly. We were both sprawled across the floor, slightly propped up against the couch. "God... it's like..." I rubbed my arms, "I can still feel my skin tingle. That's never happened."

Matt had slumped to my side, sweat running off his rugged face. Just breathing, his hairy chest rising and falling sharply. He looked up at me for a second, looked down... and raised his eyes to me again. There was a different kind of intensity to them now. "I... um... went into overdrive there. Kinda out of control. Sorry, man. Hope we're... you know, good."

"Fuck man, that was not a problem," I laughed out. "That's what made it so memorable." Matt seemed... relieved. Like he relaxed a bit.

"I didn't want to overstep. I mean, for all that, we never... actually talked about the weekend. I wasn't sure what... you were thinking. About... any of this."

I scooched up a bit and looked at him. "Look, I know we said we were just gonna talk... and I'd have been fine with that, seriously. But I'm not gonna lie: I was kinda... you know, hoping there'd be... more."

Matt gave a low chuckle. "Well... me too. I was a wreck at work today. And I kinda thought we might get up to things again. I wanted to get everything right, you know? Like it felt like I should be treating this like a date or something. I wanted to get home early and... I dunno, like get dinner going, shower up for you in ...

... case I got a chance to make a move later."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I cut him off. "I just want to be clear, here. I'm a guy. A GUY, right? Dinner is always nice, but my daily is to just graze through the fridge. Don't worry--I'm fine with whatever. More to the point, I don't know what hoops she used to make you jump through before she'd let you touch her, but again--I'm a GUY. You don't ever need to primp or polish first. I'll jump your bones whenever, at the drop of a hat, as-is. No sense of showering just to get all sweaty. Truth is..." I trailed off, somewhat nervous about completing my thought, but decided to go for it. "The truth is... well, I never thought I'd say something like this, but... Shit. I love the way you smell. There, I said it, ok?" Matt opened his mouth, but I plowed ahead, deciding to say everything before he could stop me. "Like, love it. LOVE your smell. I fucking jerked off all weekend with my face in that damn scarf you left behind. Ok? You smell good. It gets me off."

Matt just looked at me blankly for a beat, then started laughing. I huffed up and was about to toss off a smartass comment before he held up his hand and looked at me all sheepishly. "No, I get it. After I left on Saturday... I could... well, I could smell you in my beard. Most of the weekend." We locked eyes. "It was hot as fuck. And... I can smell you again," he remarked, huskily.

We just looked at each other for a long moment, before I started laughing. Really laughing. Matt was ...