Sex With Gay Airport Jock 2

"Oh, man. I'm going straight under the covers. I hope you don't want to watch TV or anything, Jase?"

I didn't and told him and the next thing I knew, he reached up and pulled his white shorts down, revealing a snug, dark blue pair of bikini briefs that cupped his nice mound. It wasn't a jock strap but oh did the briefs look good with his tan skin and black hair.

He pulled down the blankets and slid into bed. I cleaned up a bit, too, then joined him in bed. I kept my shorts on, just to hide my hard-on. The shirt stayed to avoid naked chest-to-chest contact. I wanted to feel his tight chest next to mine but might lose my load if it happened, I thought.

Matt lay on his back, one sheet intersecting his abdomen and part of his briefs. He had one arm behind his head, exposing his rippled lats and lots of black curly hair in his armpits.

I turned out the light and carefully slid into bed next to him. He sighed contentedly.

"Dude, this was really a great move. I wouldn't of thought of it."

I turned my head and looked into his eyes, now just inches away.

"Hey, Matt. I'm glad it worked out. I'm traveling alone and you're good company."

He smiled back and beamed those sparkling dark eyes right at me. I wanted to touch him so bad.

"So, Jase, I didn't ask, are you going to see anybody special?"

"No," I said. "I'm on vacation and I'm visiting some friends in Atlanta."

"You're not, uh, married, right?" he asked.

"Nope. Single and available," I said.

He closed his eyes but I could tell he wasn't asleep. I looked at his profile in the darkened room. Then he was moving, turning on his side so he was facing me. I didn't move.

"So Jase, do you have a girlfriend?" he asked.

I paused way too long. I just decided to be honest. "No, no girlfriend."

He lay in silence for quite a bit.

"How about a boyfriend," he said softly.

I looked over and his eyes were open. They sparkled even in near darkness. He had the smallest smile on his face.

"Uh, well," I stammered. "Actually, uh, not--not right now."

He kept an even gaze on me. "You're gay, aren't you Jason?"

I stopped breathing for a minute. The situation with this guy was moving faster than I even fantazied. If I came out to him, I just didn't think he would freak out. Matt seemed way to laid back. I turned my head toward his and just nodded. His smile grew a bit more.

"I knew it."

"How?" I asked.

"Well, I saw how you looked at me. I've seen it before. I know I'm in pretty good shape and I've just seen guys look at me like that. Plus, I saw the pin on your backpack."

I suddenly remembered it. I had a small lambda pin on an inside flap of my backpack. It had been there forever. I put it there to let other gay guys make an easy ID. I never imagined a sexy college wrestler would pick up on it, too.

"Are you?" I asked softly?

"No, I'm not."

I felt the disappointment begin inside me. Big mistake, I told myself. How could I even imagine messing around with this guy.

"Well, don't worry, I --"

He cut me off. "But I've always been curious." We both became completely silent. The next few moments would decide the whole evening. I felt like it was my turn. My mind, caught up in lust and his aroma, couldn't work very fast. I just started talking.

"Matt, I really didn't invite you to jump on your body. You are so sexy to me, yes, but I like you too and really, you don't have to worry about me doing anything to you."

Matt had turned over and lay on his back now, staring up at the ceiling. The faint light outlined his hair, his strong forehead, his small nose, his sexy cheeks. "I've been wrestling since I was 11," he said. "I've had a few guys grope me in matches and I even kinda messed around with one guy on the team. But I never could let anything happen back home. It just seemed too scary."

He turned to face me. "But I've felt really relaxed with you, Jase. I barely know you, but I feel comfortable. And...well, I was just wondering, if you could....show me...."

I looked right at him. He glanced at me nervously and this time I smiled. He caught it, looked back, and attempted a nervous grin.

"Jase, I would so much like to. You turn me on like you wouldn't believe."

He smiled more and self-consciously looked down. "Really?" That turned me on even more. He knew he had a great build, but he had no arrogance about it whatsoever. I decided to begin the plunge. I loved being the teacher, even though he would actually control the pace.

I moved my hands up and placed them on his chest. The fell of his warm, smooth skin made me moan just a bit. I felt his body tighten as I made contact.

"Matt. I want you to turn over on your stomach. We'll go as far as you want. Anytime you want to stop, say so. It's your show."

He looked at me, closed his eyes, nodded and turned on his stomach. I pulled the pillows out of the way, and pushed the sheet down off both of our bodies.

I could feel the heat rising off his body. "I'm going to start with a massage, Matt. You just relax and let me know how it feels. Is it okay if I straddle you? He grunted a yes as I settled onto his body, just below his ass. I asked him to push his arms out to the sides and began rubbing his muscular shoulders. His skin was so tan and smooth. He had virtually no hair on his back, except for a dusting near the spot where his ass began rising in his tight bikinis. I didn't know if he could feel my hardon or not but I felt like an iron rod couldn't be any stiffer than my cock. I was glad I had my briefs and a pair of shorts on. It might've ripped through less material.

As I ran my hands down his lats, he let out a tiny sound. "Matt, if it feels good, let me know. It also turns me on."

I began running my fingers up along his spine, and he let out a long, moan. "Ohhhhh, Jase. That's really goooood."

My hands touched every inch of his back. I leaned forward as I rubbed his shoulders again and breathed in the smell of his skin. It smelled sweet, warm and slightly perfumed, like he had used talcum power on it. I wanted to kiss and lick his back, but first things first.

I shifted down as my hands pressed and massaged his lower back. Matt shifted his legs a bit, causing his ass to pump up, first one cheek, then the other. He didn't have the roundest ass I had ever seen, but it was very nice. I hoped those hairs continued down his buns.

My hands skimmed along the tops of his bikini briefs and I let one finger slip under for a second. He moaned. I shifted lower, aiming for his thighs and quickly brushed my hands over his ass. They felt solid and packed.

His thighs were magnificent. His sexy black hairs tickled my fingers as I kneaded the back of his legs. I made my hand into a fist and ran it along the outside of his leg, pushing the muscles down, down.

"Jase, oh yeah, that's soooo niiiice," he breathed.

I could see his body had relaxed. He had one arm along his side, the other straight out. His legs were spread open and his head was turned to the side.

I moved down to his feet, and lifted his calf as I massaged each toe, then ran my hand up and down from his knee to his ankle. I leaned down and blew softly on the back of his knee. Matt's moans filled the room. He made the sound I had first heard in the airport. THis time, it was in response to my massage. I was in heaven.

My young jock switched his head to the other side and lifted his midsection and ass up off the bed for a moment. I ran my hands upthe inside of his strong legs, almost touching the bulge of his balls in his tight blue briefs.

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