Sex With Gay Airport Jock 3

I could see his chest expand as I came close. It was time to bare that ass.

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 up the inside of his strong legs, almost touching the bulge of his balls in his tight blue briefs.

I could see his chest expand as I came close. It was time to bare that ass.

But first, I wanted to feel more of him. I leaned forward on my hands, and slid my thighs along his warm, hairy legs. My goal was to press my body totally on top of Matt and feel all him all over me. I could feel him begin to tense up his body as my weight settled on him. I slid my hands along his arms and moved my face right to the back of his head. I slid the rest of my body up until all of me fit on top of him.

My cock, still wrapped in my shorts, bulged out and slid into the space between his buns. I wiggled my hips a bit as I smelled the sweet scent of Matt's hair. He responded and moved his ass up and down. It was almost tentative. I think Matt wasn't quite sure how far he wanted to go.

"How's that feel, Matt?"

"Ohh, Jase. I love your body on top of me. Oh, wow. I can feel your hard-on."

"It's all because of you," I said. "You are so handsome." I slid my hands along his sides, up and down, then lifted my body up. Matt shifted again, flexing both of his cheeks under the bikini briefs. I wanted to see him totally nude.

I leaned forward and softly blew my warm breath along the top of his butt. I took just one finger and slowly traced a few figure eights along his lower back. Matt has stopped even attempting to speak. All that came out of him was a chorus of groans and moans. The more pleasure he felt, the higher pitched and louder he moaned. I loved it.

I slipped my finger under the soft cotton fabric of his briefs, just for a moment, feeling the warmth envelop my finger and the tickle of many hairs on my finger tip.

Then I combined soft breaths and my single finger along his cheeks, rubbing firmly on his covered ass.

"Unnnhhhhhh," Matt moaned. "Ohhhh, Jase, wow. Yeahhh. Ooooo. That's sooooo good."

"I want to see your ass, Matt," I said. "Do you want me to?"

"Oh, yesssss. Please. Man, you are making me feel so hot. Yeah."

With my face just millimeters from his butt, I put two fingers inside each side of his underwear and pulled them down about an inch. I could see that sexy black hair began to thicken through the valley between his cheeks and very light amount of hair covered all that I could see. This was going to be good.

I leaned forward and softly kissed his butt. He smelled so good. I moved my tongue all over the exposed ass. Matt moaned almost continuously. I don't know how he kept taking in air. I slowly worked my kisses lower onto his ass, but I avoided the center. I planted soft kisses on one cheek, then moved to the other.

Slowly, I eased his bikini's down. Now half of his ass glowed underneath me. I could see his white butt, nicely dusted with hair, and the stark contrast to his tanned, broad back and his muscular, brown legs. I ran my hands down Matt's legs again, then up to his cheeks. One more tug and his entire butt lay exposed.

I moved closer, positioning myself so that Matt's tight legs cradled me, and my hands were free to touch his back, butt and upper thighs. I rubbed his hot skin as I kissed and licked first one side of his ass, then the other. Each time I moved a little closer to the crease.

Matt didn't have the classic bubble butt. He was built much too lean and long. But he felt so firm and his ass did have those classic dimples on each side. I spent a lot of time caressing those small circles and Matt flexed his butt in response, making it, and him, look even sexier.

Every time I moved toward his asshole his moans became much louder, almost shouts. I didn't have to ask. He had never allowed anyone else to ever do this to him before.

Softly, I breathed into the dense, black hairs in the center of his butt. I put both hands right on the high, muscular tops of his ass and spread his cheeks just a bit. As I moved forward, Matt got louder and began saying "Ohhhh, Ohhhh, Ohhhh" over and over.

I blew once, then extended my tongue and quickly flicked it back and forth. Another breath, another lick, closer and closer, sometimes high, sometimes low.

I couldn't see his cock at all because his blue bikini briefs still covered that area. But I knew he was hard. Especially when I zeroed in on the center of his ass. He smelled clean and smoky at the same time. My wrestling jock took very good care of himself, it seemed, in every way. As my tongue wormed through the moist, dark hairs and touched the outside of his anus, Matt began moaning my name over and over, too.

I kept it up, licking him, tasting him, feeling his hard muscles rippled as he moved his ass up and down and tried to turn his head from one side to the other.

Finally, I let up and Matt melted into the sheets. He had begun to sweat and small beads of moisture glistened in the center of his back. I let him catch his breath.

"Oh, Jase. My god, what were you doing. I've never felt so much intense feeling in my life. That was...wonderful."

I didn't say anything for a moment, I just ran my hands up and down his legs. He felt different totally relaxed. I looked at Matt's thick, full hair on the back of his head, the wide, brown shoulders, the taper from his back to his firm, tight waist, with those two white cheeks exposed and framed by his underwear, and his long, tough legs.

"If it's too much, we can stop," I teased.

"NO," he said. "No. It's just all so new. I've never had anyone...do that to me," Matt said.

"I kinda figured," I said.

Matt smiled into the bedsheet, his eyes still closed. He looked rested to me. I began running my hand in circles on his back, warming him up again. His skin felt so smooth. I concentrated on his sides, feeling his lats and the sides of his ribcage. I moved gently over this senstive area as Matt twitched slightly. Now that I had become well acquainted with one side of his body, it was time to say hello to the other.

I got up on my hands and knees, still over him, and began working my hand underneath his body. Matt shifted his torso a bit to give me some room, but I didn't want him turning over, yet. I wanted to touch first. I'd have plenty of time to look, later.

"Don't roll over Matt. I want to just feel your body just like you are," I told him.

As handsome and built as he looked from this side, I couldn't wait to see how nature had bestowed him on the other. I've never been a size queen. Instead, I've always been fascinated by the beautiful shapes that cocks come in. I had a feeling Matt's would be just like his long, firm, build.

I worked my hand along his abs. This is probably my second most favorite part of a man's body. Matt didn't have abs of marble, but his waist felt tight, hard and flat. I spread my hand out wide and pushed my fingers along his body, feeling his incredibly sexy abs. I moved my hand down and brushed along the hairs around his belly button.

His bikini's had hitched down a bit, exposing some pubic hair and I pushed my fingers back and forth through it. It felt thick and silky at the same time, and slightly moist from all the activity on the other side of his body.

I moved further down and touched a hard lump covered in soft cotton. Matt erased any doubts about what I was feeling when his moans picked up in intensity. It was almost like we were playing hot-cold. His moans worked like a homing beacon for me, guiding to the places he loved the best.

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