Matt and Jason Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 03

... something else occurred to me. In my speed to get inside him, I pretty much just knocked his legs away. One fell away down my side, but the other had flexed, braced against me with the sole of his foot resting against my hairy pec. Another idea came to me... a wonderfully nasty idea.

I knew another way to get him to relax.

I grabbed his foot, and dragged it up to my face. And then I let loose an obscene lick, starting from his heel and going north.

Matt's eyes flew open... and the sound he made was completely inhuman.

My tongue swirled around the underside of his foot, my lips opening, leaving a trail of spit. I circled my face around and around, nuzzling him, a dance of my wet mouth and my bristly scruff tangoing across his skin. He looked at me, his face frozen in a wild stare of stunned sexual need. I dragged my mouth across his skin to his toes, then ran my tongue underneath them, squishing between them. Matt let out a gurgling moan. I slid my mouth up around his big toe, suckling it like it was his dick. Teasing him. Blasting out any thought of anything else going on. Matt's eyes rolled back and he groaned out a deep rattling sound of raw pleasure....

...and leaning forward, I fucking SANK inside his ass.

Matt's arched back nearly lifted him right off the bed and his moan became a guttural, throaty cry of absolute hunger. I bottomed out, so deep my balls were in his hairy trench. I pulled back and fucking DROVE back inside him.

Matt howled, a loud ...

... undulating sound that made my chest vibrate. His arms flew open, spread-eagle, and gripped the sheets in twisted handfuls. I drove in again and again, hard enough that the whole bed shuddered as I hit bottom. My head snapped back and I let loose a cry that would have terrified a horde of Viking berserkers. Matts leg flew over my shoulder, and I started to FUCK him. HARD.

FUCK. I slammed against him. Blood rage and fury. Hard hammer blows again and again, and again and again. Loving the way Matt's body torqued and twisted. But after a minute I slowed. I wanted to feel this. Feel that connection with Matt. My buddy. My best friend. Fuck I LOVED BEING WITH HIM. I slowed my pile drives, rolling my hips as I went to feel every inch of him. His man-chute was tighter than fuck, and the twisting pressure on my dick was fucking incredible. White hot fire. I leaned in, and ran my hands all over him, feeling the hard muscles, the drag of his fur, the sweat now freely running across him. Fuck. I never felt more like a man. Raw. Primal. Fighting to mate or die... just as God made us. And it was so... fucking sensual. Not like with a woman, whose similar motions are teasing, playful, teasing. This was friction. Skin-on-skin pressure. The fucking feel of a man. Pressure. Going hard. Fucking physical.

It was a perfect moment of manliness.

And that drove me into an animalistic rage. I started slamming into him again. Hard. Knowing he wanted it hard. Knowing he could take it hard. Men. ...