Angry Pants and the Sex Addict

"Oh Shadz. Fuck me harder."

Another one? Seriously? Hadn't he had enough yet? I couldn't take my eyes away from the cracked door.

The moan could probably be heard across the entire house. I couldn't be sure though because I was right there.

Matt slams his hips forward reaming this guys ass. There's no way Matt would be taking a cock up his ass. He just isn't a bottom.

Matt's tight ass was a sight all it's own. I've seen him naked once or twice. Not that I've really looked.

Matt grunts silencing the noise with his  climax. I silently make my way back to my room maybe I'd be able to get some sleep. Still a part of me wonders.

I shake my head. I'm officially losing my mind. My dick hadn't gotten wet in a week. Okay so maybe it's been closer to almost two months since I had last gotten laid. That had to be my problem.

Of course that's it! Why else would I be picturing Matt? It's not like I was into dudes or anything.

Notes

Rewrite because I wasn't happy with how it was before