Matt and Jason Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 03

... of no-account horndogs. Right? So, this way we can go back to being 'normal.'"

"That, my friend, is what we call a 'rationalization.' From self-interest."

"And that, my friend, is a fancy-schamcy way of saying you lost the argument."

"Fuck you, you pissfuck."

"Fucking asswipe."

"Hungry?"

"Of course."

Matt punched my arm, then got up and wandered into the bathroom. His torn shirt floating open as he moved, and his bare ass there out in the wide open. Fuck. The man had a fucking amazing ass. Hairy like the rest of him, with a darker tangle of hair toward the bottom. I remember the feel of his hairy hole, and damn he got my juices going. Fuck.

Matt reappeared a moment later and tossed me a towel. We cleaned up and he put in an order for delivery--some Thai place nearby. I didn't have much experience with Thai, but I had to say I was pretty impressed. We spread everything out on the island in his kitchen, and just stuffed our faces while standing up. Talking with our mouths full, like the barbarians we were. Matt had had the decency to wrap himself up briefly in a towel when the delivery guy showed up, but other than that we were naked as jaybirds.

I couldn't help it; I kept checking him out while we ate. Man... I had never really had a chance to just... you know, take in a guy's body before. In my world, that was usually an invitation to getting your face bashed in.

I had been proud of my body, with a tight athletic frame, but Matt was... fucking ...

... incredible. It wasn't the overdefined musculature that gym rats are constantly trying to get. It wasn't the artificiality you see in male models. It was just honest muscles, from being active. Swimming, mostly, if I remember right. But I thought I remember hearing he was an avid kayaker, too. And I know after the whole breakup he threw himself into taking up bouldering, although I thought that sounded crazy. Funny, for having such a hoity-toity job, he was built like an old-school lumberjack.

And... well, we might have busted each other's balls about the all the fur, but it was fucking hot. How the fuck could his fiancée walk away from that?

Matt was cleaning up, leaning over the sink. And goddamn his ass...! I've always loved a woman's ass, but I was again reminded how different men and women were. Matt's butt was rounded, but... I dunno, like squared off. Completely unlike a woman's pear-shaped ass. With him slightly bent over, Matt's butt opened slightly, showing off his hairy crack. Fuck. He was fucking killing me. My mind was flashing with the memory of sliding inside him. That tightness. The feel of his hole clamping down on my cock. Fuck.

I was hungry again. And not for Thai food.

I slid in behind him. My arm snaked around his chest, my fingers feeling the drag from his hairy pecs. He made a growling sound of appreciation. My dick was ramrod straight from watching his ass; and as I leaned into his body, it nestled in his hairy asscrack. I rested my face in ...