I winked at him, “Maybe. Supplies?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. He nodded toward the bedside table, where I quickly found condoms and lube.
“I really want to get a high score in this game,” he said, grinning at me as I slid the condom on. “Someone told me I was a natural.”
His eyes focused on my length and he shuddered, leaning his head into his hands, his ears and cheeks pink as he knelt.
“Cocky fucker, aren’t you?” I laughed. “We’ll see about that…”
I moved behind him again, this time trailing kisses down his body. My lips nipped and sucked, sometimes licking with my whole tongue, other times just flickering over his skin. By the time I’d made it back to my starting point, we were both breathing heavily and a thin sheen of sweat made his body glisten by the candlelight. My kisses trailed down his skin, and I slid one hand between his legs to gently cup his balls and stroke his cock. As I did, I drew my lower lip between my teeth, a tiny piece of my head still afraid I would do something wrong.
Even though I knew how to pleasure him and bring him to climax, a tiny part of me was still nervous. What if I did something wrong? What if I hurt him?
I tried to push the fears away as I teased him for several minutes, playing with his balls and kneading the round globes of his ass. He hissed and almost came up off the bed when I finally wrapped my fingers around his length and began stroking him gently.
From some of the things Lee had said about Mack’s death, I would bet it had been a long time since he had wanted sex. While I knew, logically, he wouldn’t be comparing us, I couldn’t help but feel as if, on some level, I was competing with a ghost.
As my hand grew slick with his pre-cum, I decided it was time to take things a step further. I moved up beside him on the bed, our bodies perpendicular to each other. My right hand continued to stroke his cock, my slick left hand slid slowly down the crease of his ass, between his cheeks, until I found the wrinkled skin around his hole. I traced it gently, making sure to get him nice and slick.
“Fuck! Mason, that feelssogood!” he gasped. I let out the breath I hadn’t known I’d been holding. I could do this. And I was just getting started.
After a few minutes of stroking and teasing his hole, drawing more needy, whimpering sounds from him, I decide to have mercy on him and slowly slid a slick finger inside him to the first knuckle. His body gripped my finger hungrily, hot and oh so needy.
“You like that, don’t you?” I asked, slowly pushing my finger further into his body. The ring of muscles that had worked to resist the intrusion relaxed slowly as he rocked back and forth in my grasp, one hand working his cock, the other his hole. His channel felt divine, hot and tight and so greedy for my touch.
He moaned again, small whimpers falling from his mouth as I worked him both ways. God he was amazing! He made me feel incredibly confident and powerful. I knew the instant my finger brushed his prostate, because he shuddered and moaned again, pre-cum surging from his cock. He began to rock back and forth harder against my hands.
As both my hands worked to bring him closer to his release, I felt a strange tightness in my chest loosen. All the voices that kept telling me I wasn’t good enough, that I was worthless, pathetic, all fell silent. I felt so goddamn powerful, in that moment, I was pretty sure I was bulletproof.
The fear, that had been my almost constant companion, fled before the burst of confidence that ran through me as I caressed this man infront of me. So many things in my life terrified me, but this… I could turn this glorious, wounded warrior into a whimpering mass of need. If I could do that with him, there wasnothingI couldn’t do.
“Need you—” He gasped, rocking back and forth against my hands. “I’m so close. I need you inside me!” He managed to gasp.“Please,Mason!” he cried.
“How can I say no, when you ask so politely,” I said, grinning at him as I threw his words from our first night together back at him.
He chuckled ruefully, and groaned, slowing his movements but not stopping.
“I need to feel you inside me. I need you to fuck me. Fuck me and make me…” he paused, so I decided to help him finish his sentence.
“Make you… come?” I asked, adding a little twist over the head of his cock as I worked on him.
“No…” he gasped.“Yours. Make me yours,” he exclaimed as I again found his prostate.
“Baby, you’realreadymine,” I whispered, high on the feeling of invulnerability he woke in me. I temporarily releasing his cock so I could move behind him to line my dick up with his hole.
"You're mine... and I'm yours," I whispered so softly, I was pretty sure he couldn't hear me.
"Oh god, yes..." he whispered as I gently slipped inside him. I groaned at the well of emotions that threatened to overtake me as I pushed slowly into Lee's body, not pausing until I'd bottomed out, then waited to give his body time to adjust.
I remembered what this felt like—the sharp, burning pain, the stretching, the fullness. I remembered it had always seemed like there wassomethingjust out of reach, some feeling, some explosion, that I never got to, but the tricks always seemed able to find. After the blow job Lee had given me the other night, I thought I could understand what it was they had all been seeking, what I’d always given them, but had never been able to feel in return.
I'd never orgasmed when I was being topped by someone, never had anyone work to find my prostate, or give me any pleasure, so I was flying more than a little blind on this. Everything I was drawingon to make Lee explode was based on reading and viewing internet porn.
"It's okay, Mason," he said, looking back at me over his shoulder. "I won't break." He said teasingly, that devilish smile flashing across his face as he looked back at me.
"I know," I said, overwhelmed by all the feels. "I just… I just couldn't stand to hurt you, Lee," I said, swallowing nervously as my voice broke. Goddammit, I sounded like a twelve-year-old. My thoughts flicked to when Iwastwelve, and my first experience with Ricky and Dreyven.
At the thought of the pain I'd experienced over the years, visions of all the pricks who had fucked me flashed through my mind. They flipped through my brain like some kind of perverse slide show, flipping faster and faster, until I felt like I couldn't breathe. Ricky and Dreyven figured prominently in the most painful moments of the show, but there were just so many more...
"Baby," Lee began. I could hear him talking, but my sight had started to fade out as the thought of causing him pain, being anything like all the assholes who had taken my body so viciously years earlier, started to smother me.
