Mason pushed Chase until Chase’s back was pressed up against a tree. He grabbed the hem of Chase’s shirt and pulled it off, breaking their kiss just long enough to remove it.
Chase glanced around to make sure they were really alone. He remembered when they would head out there and mess around like that when they were younger. He remembered the fun they had, but also the time when Emery had caught them and discovered their secret.
But in that moment, he didn’t care about getting caught any more than he cared about making a wise decision.
He just wanted his Mason.
Mason kissed down his body, undoing Chase’s jeans and pulling them down with his boxers before sucking on his cock.
Chase twisted his fingers in Mason’s hair, enjoying the sensation of those locks between his fingers.
“Mason, oh God, yes.”
Mason let Chase’s cock fall from his mouth and pushed to his feet.
“We can’t do this right here,” Chase said.
Mason reached into his back pocket and retrieved a condom. He smirked, “Why not?”
But as Chase gazed at the condom, it reminded him that he didn’t really know Mason… not who he had become. He knew the boy who loved him, but Mason had lived a whole life without him—a life where he needed condoms in his wallet in case he met up with someone and hooked up with them.
He couldn’t judge because he had his own sex life, but it didn’t keep it from hurting because it was easier when he didn’t know about it. And surely it was easier for him than it had been for Mason, because Mason hadn’t ended up in a relationship. Mason hadn’t tried to move on the way he had.
Mason pushed it into his front pocket before pulling his shirt off and throwing it on the ground. He unfastened his belt and dropped his pants and underwear, exposing that fat shaft of his.
Chase turned around and wrapped his arms around the tree, glancing over his shoulder at Mason, who took mini-steps, his jeans still locked around his ankles.
He pressed up behind Chase, pushing his body close. He reached around and gripped on to Chase’s face, turning him toward him and kissing. He only took a break from their kisses for a moment to suck on his fingers before sliding them down and maneuvering them into Chase’s tight hole.
Chase pushed his hips back, his invitation for Mason to give him whatever he wanted.
Mason whispered between kisses against Chase’s neck, “I can still make you tremble.”
Chase realized he was shaking all over as Mason pushed his fingers farther within him. He rolled his head back, moaning, but doing his best to control the sounds he made, keep them as quiet as he could as Mason stimulated waves of sensations that raced through his body.
One sharp push from Mason, and he could feel his touch against his prostate.
“There it is,” Mason said. “Right there.”
“Oh, God, Mason. I need you inside me.”
“Beg for it the way you used to.”
“Please, Mason. Please, I need you in me right now. Don’t leave me waiting.”
Mason submitted, pulling his fingers out. He retrieved the condom from his jeans, rolled it onto his cock, and offered a few wads of spit.
“I think you’re gonna need more than some spit,” Chase said as he glanced back at that impressive cock once again.
“It’s a lubricated condom,” Mason assured him, and at that, Chase turned away from Mason and pushed his ass out even more.
Mason moved up behind him. He started slowly, stroking a hand up and down Chase’s side as he entered, giving him time to adjust.
Chase did his best to loosen his tense body, and as Mason pushed fully within him, he pushed up against him. Chase rolled his head back, leaning it against Mason’s shoulder.
Mason gripped Chase’s hip with one hand and his neck with another.
Chase always loved that feeling of Mason’s hand on his neck, like he was just owning him in the moment.
