“It’sRipley,” I teased as I moved back up his body, taking full advantage of his arched neck to begin sucking little love bites onto his thighs, alternating between sucking, nipping, then laving with my tongue. “But close enough.” A devilish grin danced across my lips. “Are you ready for more?”
“Oh god, yes, Lee, I need…” When his voice paused again, I sucked one of his balls into my mouth, tugging gently until even more pre-cum slicked down his cock.
“What do you need, sweetheart?” I murmured, as I let it slip free,finally moving my mouth down his body, burying my nose between his legs, nuzzling the trimmed hair there, smelling that sweet musky smell that was uniquely Mason’s.
He moaned as he felt me at his groin, his hands sliding from my shoulders to my head, his fingers gripping my too-short hair.
I gently moved him back up the bed and urged his feet up to lie flat as I kissed and nipped the sensitive skin of his thighs, urging him to give me full access to his body.
The sight of the scar that lay hidden between his cheeks gave me pause. I’d seen it when it was fresh, still oozing blood and fluids, blackened flesh clinging to its outline where Ricky had branded Mason. Fresh fury pulsed through my blood at the thought of Mason having to deal with the remnants of that cruelty for the rest of his life.
My pause hadn’t gone unnoticed. Mason looked down at me, and I could see the moment he realized what had caught my attention. “Ricky…” he whispered, his face white. His hands moved faster than I thought possible and flashed down to cover himself.
At the shattered look of humiliation that flushed through his face, I couldn’t stop myself from barking“No!”
Mason eyes flew shut and his body froze, whether it was my word, or my tone, I wasn’t sure. I leaned forward until I reached his hands where they covered the brand. I peeled his stiff, white fingers away from his ass and I almost came myself at the first sight of his tight, pink hole next to the scarred flesh.
“Fuck…” I moaned. “Look what you’re doing to me, Mason,” I groaned, looking down as I felt my own cock jerk, and more pre-cum slid down its stiff length, only to slide down my balls and drip to the floor.
“Look at what just the sight of your pretty hole is doing to me, Mason. I’m so hard, I don’t dare touch you this second, or I will blow my load all over this bed.” I panted as I watched him, his body had originally stiffened with tension, but had started to relax at my words. I saw his hole flutter as the hot air from my breath flitted across it.
“Do you see what you’re doing to me, baby?” I asked. After a few moments I saw Mason’s eyes flutter open, then grow comically wide. “Yeah, you see it, don’t you, baby,” I said, lifting my body up so he could see me running a finger down my cock, shuddering at the feel of what seemed an inexhaustible supply of pre-cum.
I’d wanted to go slow, but when I saw Mason’s lips part and his tongue come out to moisten them, I couldn’t hold back any longer. My tongue flicked out and lapped at his puckered flesh, teasing and sucking at the wrinkled skin.
He gasped as his body responded reflexively while I laved him with my tongue. I nipped and sucked at his hole, slipping my tongue along his rim ever so gently. I couldn’t believe how incredibly responsive he was to me. I’d barely even touched his cock yet, but I could tell he was on the verge of coming. I’d been worried that his scars might have damaged his sensitivity, but he seemed to be doing just fine in that regard.
“Tell me what you want, Mason,” I demanded, looking up at him from between his legs. “Tell me what you need, baby.”
“Oh god, Lee, I need… M-my dick… y-your lips… your mouth… I… I…” He was so far gone to the sensations he was experiencing that Mason couldn’t even make complete sentences at this point. I smiled smugly at him, then turned my eyes to that gorgeous cock of his.
“Oh goody!” I chuckled. “Level Three…”
All I heard from him in response was something that sounded like“Ungh!”
My tongue flicked out along his shaft and lapped at the pre-cum welling from his slit. Mason’s body bucked and writhed beneath me as I sucked his cock deep into my throat. He thrust against the bed, his fingers digging into my shoulders as I alternated between sucking his cock down my throat and rimming the hell out of him.
“Lee…” his voice broke when I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked deeply on an upstroke. “I-I need… I need…” he continued, his mind was so overwhelmed by what he was feeling. He was completely unable to finish his thought, unable to elucidate his need.
“I know, baby… I’ve got you. I’m going to give you what you need. Make you feelsogood…” I growled.
I licked and sucked on his balls more as he moaned and writhedabove me, one hand gently stroking his cock. At one point he lost his grip on my shoulders and his hands began flailing around trying to find something,anything, to grab hold of, until I grabbed his hand with one of my own, lacing our fingers together. Then I darted my tongue down behind his balls and started thrusting into that tight, wrinkled hole.
His eyes went wide with surprise.
“Lee... I’m… Rip-leeeee!” he howled as he came, shooting thick lines of white come across his chest and parts of the bedspread, a tiny drop landing on his chin. The sight of him was enough to drive my own release over the edge, and I thrust my cock against the bed as I continued to lick and suck at him as his body shuddered over and over in release, until finally we both lay boneless on the bed, completely undone by Mason’s first orgasm with another man.
16
Mason
Surely this must bewhat heaven feels like, I thought. It seemed like I was floating, my body strangely heavy and light at the same time, as if a breath would knock me over, but the only damage it would do would be to make me drift back to earth like a feather.
I wasn’t sure if my bliss-addled brain had just blanked or what, but when awareness crept back into my mind, Lee had just come back from the bathroom with a warm washcloth in his hand. I didn’t even remember him leaving, and I was too high on this post-orgasmic wave to even realize what he was doing, until he began cleaning me up. It was so sweet, but a little embarrassing, too. There hadn't been anyone to take care of me like this since I was a baby.
His hands were gentle as he used the washcloth to wipe away the evidence of my orgasm off my stomach, chest and even, as he chuckled at me, my face. He wiped a corner of the washcloth across my cheek to erase the splashes of cum that had splattered across my face.
He flipped the bedspread off the bed, gathered all the washcloths and towels we had used, and dropped them into a laundry hamper. Once he was done, he crawled back into the bed with me, pulling the blankets up around us, wrapping his arms around me and pulled meclose to his body. It was only as he did so that I felt the stiffness of his arousal sliding against my ass.
