“Christ,” I exclaimed, my body arching up off the bed as I struggled hard not to allow my hips to piston forward and fuck his mouth.
“Mmmmm,” he moaned, taking me deeper. The feeling of his throat vibrating around my cock almost made me come right then and there, and I started doing multiplication tables in my head to try and stave off my orgasm.
“Stop!” I finally gasped and grabbed the base of my cock, struggling to avoid blowing my load so quickly. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come.”
Mason grinned up at me as he released my erection with a pop, his lips leaving a trail of saliva and pre-cum across my dick. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his whole demeanor changing. This was confident, sexy Mason—and I was completely enamored of him.
“I’m just getting started…” he whispered, then dipped his face back down between my legs. I cursed as I felt his tongue trail across my cock, then down behind my balls.
The moment I felt his tongue land on the sensitive skin around my hole, I knew one curse word wasn’t going to be sufficient.
24
Mason
The stream of curse words that escaped Lee’s lips would have made any sailor proud. I dug my fingers into his hips in a vain effort to keep them from pistoning up as I swiped my tongue over the wrinkled skin around his hole. God, his taste was intoxicating. Part salt, part bitter, and all of it Lee.
I felt his fingers sink into my hair and grasp me firmly as I continued my ministrations. I felt the ring of muscles around his hole tense and release as I continue my oral assault. I'd never experienced this except with Lee and the idea of sharing this special act with him made something in my chest flutter.
I looked up and could see his rigid cock bounce against his stomach, and I inhaled sharply at the sight of his lust-drunk eyes catching mine.
“Fuck, Mason, if you don’t stop that, we’re getting nowhere tonight,” he gasped.
I grinned at him.
“Oh, we’ll go places, believe me,” I said, before leaning down and thrusting my tongue through that ring of muscles and lapped at his body.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed, and I continued alternating sucking, licking and thrusting into his body until he finally cried for mercy.
“Please, Mason! I don’t want to come until you’re inside me!” He exclaimed. I couldn’t help but feel a certain smug satisfaction. That same sense of power I’d experienced the night before zinged through my body.
I quickly sat up and slid the condom down my length. I squeezed a generous amount of lube on my fingers and used it to slick my sheathed cock, then returned my fingers to Lee’s entrance. I started with a single finger, sliding it past the muscles of his entrance.
I froze at first when he moaned as I breached him, until I realized he was moaning in pleasure. I slid my digit in and out of his body, expecting to meet with more resistance, but was pleased to discover that the work I’d done earlier with my tongue was paying off. When the grip around my finger stayed firm, but not rigid I slid a second in.
Again, he moaned, but this time I had to do a verbal check-in.
“Lee, are you okay? How does that feel?” I asked, barely recognizing my own voice as it came out deep and rumbling while I stroked in and out of his body.
“Oh fuck, so good, Mason!” he exclaimed, his body starting to rock back and forth against my fingers. I slowly slid a third finger inside him, pausing to give him a moment to become accustomed to the stretch and burn. He began moving again and I added a little twist on my upstroke, feeling the soft, spongy sensation of my fingers swiping across his gland.
His eyes flew closed and his hands shot out. One hand grabbed my hand buried deep in his body, the other grasped the base of his cock, so hard I was sure it had to be painful. I stilled in his grasp, scared that I'd inadvertently hurt him, until his eyes came open again and those green, green orbs locked on mine.
“If you don’t fuck me right this minute, Mason Cameron Malone, I am going to explode,” he growled.
My grin returned and I withdrew my fingers from his body, then sat up, adding the excess lube to my latex-covered cock. I positioned myself between his legs, leaning gently against him as I lined myself up with his entrance.
My eyes flicked back and forth from his hole to his face.
“Are you sure?” I managed to ask one more time.
“Fuck, yes!” he yelled, thrusting upward and practically impaling his body on my cock. I froze as I slipped inside his entrance. The sensation was so different from anything I’d ever experienced before that my eyes flew open wide as my cock was gripped by his hot, demanding body.
I froze, almost overcome by sensations as he stopped rocking forward, giving me time to adjust. Funny, right? The top is supposed to stop to let the bottom’s body adjust and here I am freezing because it is just so much sensation. Funny, but not ironic. I mean, because that’s not what ironic really means, and—
“Mason!” I heard Lee’s voice yell loudly, and I suddenly came back to myself. His cheeks were red, a light sheen of sweat shining across his forehead.
“Can we argue about Alanis Morissette lyrics later? Because I really need you to fuck me, baby…” he growled, then begged. “Please…”
Damn. All that internal dialog hadn’t been exactly internal. Shit. I started to rock forward slowly, feeling stars shooting through my cock to my balls and my brain. I moved slowly forward until I was fully seated inside his body.
“Oh, god,” I moaned at the sensation of having my cock fully engulfed within his body. I felt… exhilaration, jubilation, so many fucking “-ations” that I was afraid to move.
Again, Lee took the decision out of my hands and slowly began rocking back and forth, sliding his body up and down along my length. My body began taking over for him until I was rocking, pulling back so far I almost escaped his body, only to plunge back in.
The only sounds in the room were those of our labored breathing, flesh slapping against flesh, and our moans and groans of mindless need.
This continued for a time, whether it was short or long I didn’t know, but I suddenly had the bright idea to try this swivel movement I’d seen on a porn site. As I rocked back then in, twisting my hips, I felt my cock slide across his gland.
Lee yelled, “Mason!” and without warning, ropes of thick, white cum were shooting out of his cock, coating his chest and abdomen. Lee’s face was pure rapture, his head thrown back, his body rigid as I continued to stroke inside him. I realized suddenly that his eyes weren’t closed. They were open. Just the barest of slits, but I could see those mossy green gems glittering at me from between his blond eyelashes.
That look was all it took. My own balls drew up tight and rockets began going off somewhere in the vicinity of my cock. Electric fire exploded out along all my nerves, turning my vision white. Then my release was shooting out of my body and into the condom, and the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had rocked through me. I shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure burned through me at the slightest move and I continued to slam our bodies together frantically until I collapsed on top of him, uncaring of the mess between us.
We lay there for minutes. Hours. Years. I had no clue how long it was, and I didn’t care. If I could bottle this feeling and sell it, I’d be a billionaire.
I felt Lee’s arms around me, pulling one of the blankets up and over us.
“Hey,” he said after a bit, his lips seeking mine in a gentle caress.
“Hey…” I said sleepily. “…am I dead? Because I swear to God I’m in heaven right now,” I whispered into his ear as he worked to cover us.
“I don’t know about heaven, but I know what you mean,” he said, his voice a bit raspy from shouting.
“That was…” I started, but words failed me. None of them came close to describing the feeling I’d just experienced.
“I know, right?” he grinned smugly at me as we lay, his arms wrapped protectively around me. “That was…amazing.”
He grinned impishly and raised an eyebrow at me. “Sex lottery, remember? Guess you just became a sexillionaire!” he said.
“Sexillionaire?” I asked groggily, confused and not caring. “What the hell is a sexillionaire?” I asked.
“It’s like being a billionaire, but with sex instead of money. It’s someone who has an amazing partner who can guarantee a million more orgasms just like that one,” he announced smugly.
“Oh.” My head collapsed against his chest, because I didn’t have any muscles left to support it. “You totally just made that word up,” I said, my body boneless.
“Maybe,” he said, his arms wrapped around me, his fingers playing in my hair. This man had a serious hair fetish.
“I do not have a hair fetish,” Lee exclaimed, chuckling. “You just have the softest hair I’ve ever felt in my life.”
Huh. He must be a mind reader. I mean, I didn’t talk to myself. So, he must be reading my mind. He continued to pet his fingers through my hair, so I decided to allow whatever made up word he came up with.
“Okay, I guess I’m a sexillionaire, then…” I sighed. As I lay in his arms and began drifting off to a deep blackness that hovered just behind my eyelids, I saw Lee’s eyes flicker over to the bedside table. For a moment I couldn’t figure out why, then I realized that in my eagerness to get the lube from the drawer I'd disturbed the photo of Lee and Mack and it was now visible and seemed to be staring at us accusingly.
I groaned and managed the herculean task of stretching an arm out far enough that I could reach the bedside table and shut the drawer.
I was so tired from this effort, I decided it would be okay to just rest my eyes for just a minute… As I lay cradled against Lee’s body, darkness didn’t sneak up on me. It walked up, bold as brass and hit me over the head with the sleep hammer.
25
Lee
Feeling Mason curled in my arms was one of the best sensations I’d ever experienced in my life. The firm, solid muscles, the hot skin, and the solidness of his body against my own felt like bliss. It was odd, because when I'd been with Mack the dynamics of our relationship had been completely different. He tended to be the one holding me.
I hadn’t faked anything that had happened between us. That had been the strongest orgasm I could remember having in my entire life. That included anything that occurred between Mack and me.
“Fuck,” I whispered as I felt Mason’s cock slide free of my body. Trying to jostle him as little as possible, I got one hand between us and was able to pull the condom free of Mason’s body and drop it into a bedside trash can. As my hand brushed against Mason’s cock, which was still at half-mast, I sighed longingly as I thought about what it would feel like to have Mason empty his balls into me, to carry around a piece of him always…
I shuddered and pulled the blankets closer around us. I lay there and looked down at the man wrapped in my arms. His curly black hair draped across my chest, falling forward to cover his eyes as he slept.
He looked so goddamn young. What the hell was I doing? I glanced over at the bedside where I'd glimpsed the photos of Mack and me. While Mack and I had been a good couple, we’d had our ups and downs like everyone else. We’d often fought over stupid shit.
What if Mason was only attracted to me because I'd been the one who’d rescued him? What if, on some subconscious level, he had recognized me? Or at least, part of him had? I was literally the only man he felt safe with. It made sense that he would be attracted to me. The thought sent an icy chill into my bones.
“Shit,” I said, another whispered curse word escaping me. Was I taking advantage of Mason? He was clearly in a vulnerable state of mind right now. Maybe I shouldn’t have let things get this far.
Just as the self-doubt began to reach drowning levels, I remembered Mason very clearly saying “I want this. Us. Whatever we end up being.” I closed my eyes and forced the thoughts to the back of my mind. I had to trust that Mason was capable of making his own, very adult decision.
Sleep tugged at my mind, so I decided that a nap was probably in order. I figured Mason and I could shower later before he got ready for his round table. I reached over and managed to (awkwardly) set the alarm on my phone for a couple of hours.
I closed my eyes and before I could really consider it, sleep stole my thoughts away.
I woke to the insistent beeping of my alarm. I threw a hand out to turn it off, anxious to grab it before it woke Mason, only to realize belatedly, he wasn’t in the bed with me anymore.
I started to sit up, then heard the water come on in the bathroom as someone started up the shower. I couldn’t resist as the corner of my mouth tugged upward at the thought of a wet and naked Mason giving me all the incentive I needed to drag my sorry ass out of the bed.
I knocked on the door to the bathroom and heard a loud, “Come in,” over the din of the water.
I opened the door and entered the steamy bathroom. I could just make out Mason’s tall, thin form in the shower, but before I could do anything except walk in, Mason’s face appeared to the side of the curtain.
“Hey,” he said, his voice and smile both seeming a little wobbly.
“Hey, yourself,” I said, walking over to him and cupping his face with my hands.
“You okay?” I asked, my eyes searching his for any sign of insecurity or fear.
“Um, yeah,” he said, his eyes darting away before returning to me. He cleared his throat. “…you?”
“More than fucking ‘okay’,” I whispered, my mouth pressing against Mason’s in a hot and hungry kiss. I was pleasantly surprised when Mason’s tongue slid out from between his lips to coax and dance with my own. “I am fucking fantastic,” I said, breathless from the kiss. Mason nodded his head in agreement.
“Me, too,” he said. He blushed as he looked at me, and shyly asked “So…” he started, then cleared his throat again. “…would you like to take a shower with me?”
I could feel the grin from earlier spreading across my face as I pushed aside the shower curtain and stepped in. We’d never put on any clothes last night, and I’d kind of been hoping in the back of my mind that he would invite me, but it had definitely not been a given.
We took turns washing each other, our hands mostly innocent in their touches as we worked body wash over each other, and then shampoo through each other’s hair.
Mason made me work some kind of conditioning product into his hair, then waited a few minutes before rinsing. I couldn’t complain about the extra time. After all, sexy naked time seemed to be at a premium for us, and I certainly loved the effect it had on his hair. I took the few minutes we waited to slide some fingers down his back and into his crease.
Mason groaned slightly and said, “I really wish we had more time.”
I agreed, and was rather disappointed when Mason announced that it was time to rinse his hair.
We finished everything up and I stepped out of the shower. I snagged a couple of towels from beside the vanity and handed one to Mason. He wrapped one around his head and did some kind of complicated twist thing that left him wearing what looked like a white turban. I gave him another towel to dry off with and proceeded to do the same myself.
I figured if I didn’t focus on getting myself dry, we would end up staying in bed all day, and Mason had an event that evening. Plus, I had a regular passenger this evening, so as nice as it might be to contemplate, we had commitments.
After we got dressed, I went in the kitchen and put together some hot ham and cheese sandwiches. After polishing them off in record time, Mason’s phone pinged.
“It’s just a reminder from Lizzie about tonight,” Mason said, then showed me the address. I Google Mapped it and groaned in frustration. It was a little over thirty minutes from my house, so if we were going to be there on time we had to get moving.
By the time we arrived at the community center it was almost 7 p.m. and starting to get dark out. It had taken us a little while to find the building. It was apparently a newis
h construction. It was a flat cement block building that looked cheaply built.
The hand-painted sign in front just said “Community Center” with crosses on either side. I saw poster board signs up on either side of the heavy wooden door with the words “LGBTQ Discussion”. It seemed a little strange, with LGBTQ underlined.
I saw a couple of women in frumpy skirts and sweaters dragging a couple of little kids inside. They didn’t exactly seem the type of people to be attending an LGBTQ rally, but I figured it took all kinds to make the world go around. Not every gay person was an interior designer or fashion plate.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” I asked, as Mason opened the car door and leaned back through the open window.
“Yep, I’m okay. It’s just a Q&A,” he rolled his eyes a little. While his lecture yesterday had been spectacularly boring, I could have watched him read a telephone book and been entertained. He was just that damn sexy.
“You sure?” I asked. Something seemed off, and my gut was screaming at me, but I couldn’t figure out why. Maybe I was just being overprotective of him.
“Yep. Besides, didn’t you say you had to meet someone?” He asked.
I checked the clock. I had a regular client I took to a therapy appointment on Thursdays.
I nodded. “Yeah, I guess. I just don’t like leaving you here…” I said, looking around.
“By myself, you mean?” he smiled, and raised an eyebrow at me. “I’m a big boy, Lee. Last couple of days to the contrary, I can take care of myself, really. Besides, if there’s anywhere I should be safe, it’s at an LGBTQ rally,” he grinned. “I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”
I nodded and he shut the door. I watched as he walked into the building and turned the car around.
The next two hours seemed to crawl by. I sighed in relief when I dropped my passenger off at his home and was able to turn the car around to head back to the Community Center.
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