Matt and Jason Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 03

... the crook of his neck and breathed him in. Fuck, I loved his scent. Strong, like him. Infused with sweat and sex. I moved my hips slightly, rocking gently in place, as my cock slid up and down his crack. Matt breathed in, and I swear the guy... purred. His right hand slid across my arm. Light friction from our hair. His fingers meeting mine and lacing together. His left hand sliding behind him, running down my hip. My fucking pulse was racing, and I could feel his breaths getting raggedy.

My mind kept thinking about the man's hairy ass. Fuck. But also... something else. God... the feeling of his tongue when he ate me out. Opening a whole new world to me. That wet fucking tongue....

I needed to return the favor.

I broke my hold of his chest, and started sliding down his body. My hands griping him as I went. He growled. I dragged my stubbled chin down his spine, following it immediately by obscene series of slurping licks. All the way down to the small of his back. Matt's spine rippled... arching reflexively from the sensations. I could hear him sharply draw in breath.

I knelt down and dragged my mouth down his crack. No teasing, no seduction, just me consumed with hunger. And... it hit me. His scent. Fuck... hisscent! Musky, but... darker. Earthy. Raw. Slightly sour. And fucking masculine as fuck. His butt funk ripped through me, hitting the reptile part of my brain... I went fucking primeval.

Fuck. FUCK. I have no idea what came over me. I fucking rammed my ...

... face in his crack. Desperate for him. Scenting myself all over. Fucking losing it. My mouth flew open and I fucking started going ape-shit on him.

Somewhere above me, Matt lost his fucking mind. "OH FUCK! FUCK yeah! FUUUUCK! FUUUUUUUCK!!" I probably was saying the same thing, but with my face so far up his ass my words became incomprehensible snarls.

I was in absolute blood rage. Ok, so I had always loved eating my girlfriend out, but this was on a-fucking-other level. I drove my tongue down, desperate to find his hole, and when I hit it, I started fucking mouth-raping him. Locking my mouth around his pucker and ramming my tongue as far as it could go. My hands slammed ahold of his cheeks, all but ripping them apart in a frenzied attempt to get in deeper. My stubble shredding his tender skin. Finally, I pulled back, desperate for air, but then I fucking attacked him, again and again. Matt fucking screamed, and pushed back into my face as hard as he could, pushing desperately to get more. My rough scruff and the wet softness of my mouth tag teaming to drive him crazy. Eating him. Slurring him. My dick so hard it felt like it would split at the seams. God, I don't know who was into this more. I fucking NEEDED him. I shook my face wildly from side to side and fucking rammed against his hole all over again. Up and down his hairy crack, slamming him into the counter from the force of it. And doing it all over again.

Finally, with a heavy wet smack, I pulled back. Panting. ...