“You’re doing great, babe,” he replied. I could tell he was concentrating, and I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me intentionally. I trusted him completely. I was sure it was just as new to him as it was for me, and I realized we were taking things to a new level for both of us.
Mason held the dildo with one hand and used his other one to hold his cock in place. He began to push into me and kept the dildo still. I’d never felt such pleasurable pain before as I flexed and unflexed my feet. I rocked my head from side to side, wanting to feel more. I was on all fours, and I grabbed my cock. More precum dripped over my fingers.
“Ahhh, fuck, fuck me…give it to me,” I begged again. Mason responded by pumping his cock into me as much as it would allow. His cock rubbed against my prostate with each thrust. It was intense. We were both panting and groaning as he continued to drive into me.
All at once, I cried out and felt the warm splatter of cum shoot out of my cock as endless waves of my orgasm took over. As soon as I’d come, Mason pulled the dildo out but replaced it with two fingers. He hooked his fingers against my prostate, milking it as his cock jackhammered into me. “Come for me, Daddy,” I choked out.
In his husky, labored voice, he cried out, “I’m coming, babe.” Within seconds, he pushed in deep, removing his fingers—his hips flush against my ass. I felt him shoot jets of his massive, warm load into me. “Oh, fuuuuckk,” he bellowed as he flooded my ass.
Once Mason’s orgasm had eased, he left his softening cock inside me. I didn’t want him to take it out, and I knew once he did, I’d feel abandoned. I wanted to stay joined with him for as long as I could.
He slowly pulled out and bent over me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing me between the shoulder blades. He kept a tight hold.
That was the first time I’d ever felt owned by someone. And that someone was my Mason.
29
MASON
Ihad no idea how long I held Connor. I lay over his sweaty back and didn’t want to let go. I gave him soft kisses with my warm breath across his back in appreciation. My sweat joined his, and we breathed in tandem as our pulses slowed.
When I slowly released my hold and stood up, I felt a bit awkward standing over his naked body with my pants down around my ankles. I had to chuckle at that, which made him turn and look at me. His smile was infectious, and it made me happy.
He slowly turned and sat on the bed as I fished my feet out of my jeans and underwear. When I was free, I joined him on the bed, our legs tangled together. He nuzzled my neck, and I felt his breath warm my collarbone. He smelled of citrus, sweat, and cum.
Connor broke the silence. “How in the hell did you learn to do that double stuffing thing, let alone the rimming?” he asked, looking up at me. I gave him a quick squeeze.
“Funny you should ask,” I replied. “I researched some random gay porn videos to educate me. It was a bit odd watching two men at first, but then I figured what they were doing might be something you’d enjoy. I don’t necessarily watch porn, but I thought I’d better study up on some things.” He laughed, and I joined him. “When I saw that dildo, I remembered the scene I watched.”
“I appreciate that you took your time with it, but your tongue on my hole…oh my God. That was incredible…and unexpected.” He kissed my hand, and I beamed.
I kissed the top of his head. “Babe, we haven’t seen each other since Christmas. I wanted this to be special, and it was. And the thrill of fucking you without a condom was a bonus.”
“I’ll be sore tomorrow. I have a pleasant ache going on now, but I might be walking funny for a couple of days,” he snorted. I kissed him tenderly.
“Let’s get cleaned up, babe. “I maneuvered out from under him and grabbed his hand to help him off the bed. We showered together and continued to caress, prod, and poke for another half hour. We took turns drying each other off, and Connor let me use his toothbrush and mouthwash once he was done with it. Once we were dry, Connor went to the door and removed theDo Not Disturbplacard.
I didn’t have to hit the road again until morning, and since we were pretty much done for the night and extremely tired, we didn’t think Spencer would mind if I shared Connor’s bed. It didn’t really matter, though, since he didn’t come back to the hotel until after four a.m. when I heard the key card grant him access. I was a lighter sleeper than Connor, and he didn’t even stir when Spencer entered the room.
The alarm on my phone woke me at seven, and I quietly went into the bathroom. The guys didn’t move a muscle, and all I heard was steady breathing. After I took care of business, I washed my hands and face and stood looking at my reflection in the mirror. Another alarm went off in my head.
What does Connor see in me? Is this relationship even feasible, and how can it work?He’ll be graduating in about a year, and then what?Self-doubt crept into my thoughts. I took a deep breath, threw the thoughts away, flipped the light off, and headed back to bed.
I got back under the covers and pulled Connor to me. He whispered, “Is everything okay?”
“I’m sorry, I thought you were still sleeping,” I whispered back.
“I thought I heard a phone alarm, and then you went to the bathroom. What time is it?”
“It’s a little after seven. I need to get going soon, babe.” My voice was sorrowful. He rolled to face me and put his hand on my jaw.
“I don’t want you to go, but I know you need to.” His eyes looked sad even though he had a smile on his face. “I had an amazing time, and I’m happy you were able to meet us.” He ran his hand down over my shoulder and I took it, kissing his knuckles as he squeezed my hand.
“I’m excited you’ll join me this summer, though,” I said. “It’s only a couple of months away. I’m not sure where my route will be then, but we’ll figure it out.”
A head with messed up hair lifted from a pillow on the other bed. “If you guys wanna talk, go in the hall,” he barked indignantly. Spencer turned his head and pulled the pillow over it.
Connor whispered loudly, “Sorry!” We both snickered.