Matt and Jason Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 03

... Shit, I was gushing out cocksnot. Matt looked back at me, eyes filled with desperate need. I snarled out, "Bedroom."

It wasn't a question, and wasn't a suggestion.

Less than a minute later, I had literally thrown Matt on his bed... on his back, his bare ass hanging over the end. And then, I knelt down and really let him have it. I fucking drove my face into his ass, so forcefully I was slamming the whole fucking bed back against the wall. Sucking. Grinding. Lapping like a dog. If I had gone that hard on a woman, I'd she'd have called the police. But Matt was a guy. Matt needed more. He pulled his legs back from behind his knees, desperate to get me in deeper. Roaring his need so loudly the fucking light fixture shook.

After a few minutes of relentless attack, his bellows started to form words, belted out with wild desperation: "Fuck me, you fucker! Fuck me! FUCK ME! FUCKME! FUCKME! FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME!!

Oh yeah--I was gonna fuck him.

A big part of me just wanted to fucking RAM IT IN HIS FUCKING ASS. But...having his cock up inside me made me more aware of what to do. What I could do. What I wanted to do.

I stood up, spat viciously into my palm and roughly slicked myself up. Then started grinding my cockhead against his super-slick ass. God, the man was hot for me. His eyes were narrow white slits, and he and was growling like a fucking werewolf in heat. Roughly grabbing his own nipples. I ground my hips against him, running my cockhead through his hairy ...

... trench. Finding his pucker. Opening it slightly. Getting him to howl for more. Pushing in, then pulling back. And again. And again. Driving Matt fucking crazy.

Finally, I pushed forward... and fucking ripped him open.

God, we both roared out. He was fucking setting my dick on fire. The heat, the fucking heat. Tighter than anything. Fuck I fucking LOVED IT. Matt pushed back, pushed back against it, but it wasn't easy. His hand shot toward my torso, trying to slow my assault.

Against all my instincts, I just held there. Held there. "I got you, man. He's a thick fucker, isn't he?" Matt's breaths came out in explosive gasps. I locked eyes with him. "I got you, buddy. I got you. Stay with me." And started gently rocking my hips. "Stay with me buddy. Your ass feels incredible. You're doing fucking great."

Matt grit his teeth and spat out, "I'm... good. Just... caught me... off... guard. You're fucking HUGE!"

I looked down at him, my eyes burning. "And that's why you fucking love it." I spat into my hand again, and started jerking his deflated cock. I started moving my hips in circles, again, getting him to loosen. After a second, his hips started moving, too. Matching my rhythm.

It was... so weird. His hips moved, but it was... so different, so fucking different from how a woman moved. Sensual, but like... in a totally different way. Not like swaying like a hula dancer, but moving like... well, a fucking man. Like he was riding something between his legs.

Then ...