Then I remembered a hard cock had no conscience.
I walked around to Mason’s side of the bed and stood over him, staring down. He was shaking, so I knew he was afraid. Somehow I could feel his anxiety flooding through me.
I can’t have him feeling like that, not now, not ever.
I grabbed my cock with one hand, then leaned forward and placed my other hand on the wall, bending my knees so my crotch was in his face. His mouth wasright there, so easy to access, so warm and inviting.
I put the sticky head against his lips, smearing the pre-cum over them like lip gloss. He’d never looked better.
“Open your mouth, Mase,” I whispered.
He hesitated a moment, then his lips parted and my cock slipped into such perfect heat that I gasped. I loved head. I didn’t get it nearly often enough. A lot of girls were put off by the idea of sucking cock.
Mason was enthusiastic, eager, and more than willing as he slid down the shaft. He couldn’t take it all and choked several times, something that made me insanely proud. My dick was only an inch or two bigger than average, but had some girth to it. Still, Mase didn’t hesitate. He went after it like a starving man being offered a prime cut of beef.
“You’re so good at that, dude,” I groaned, sliding my fingers through his hair.
His smile around my cock meant everything to me. I gave little thrusts, then moved my hand to the back of his head, urging him to try for more. He choked and sputtered which had me releasing my hold on his hair. He pulled back and his gaze snapped to mine.
“No, please. Keep doing it.”
“Are you sure?” I wanted to be buried in his throat, but no way would I hurt him.
Instead of answering, he went down on me again, then cupped my balls. More images played in my mind.
“Suck ’em, buddy,” I groaned out, cupping his head once more.
He drew back, then pushed his face between my legs, laving my balls with his hot tongue. After he got them wet, he drew one into his mouth, licking around it.
No one hadevertaken my balls into their mouths, and Iwas hooked. But when I thought about it, I couldn’t see any girl doing this. Only Mason.
What the hell is happening to me?
My mind was yanked back to the here and now when Mase took my other ball. Fuck, that shit felt amazing. I stroked his head, and I swore he fuckingpurred. His fingers were busy rubbing the ball he’d had previously, and my load was building.
“Mase, dude, you gotta stop. I’m gonna shoot in a sec.”
Then he did the strangest thing. He let my ball pop out of his mouth and took my cock back into it.
“Do you want me to drop a load?” I asked, my balls aching from the effort of trying to hold back.
He sucked a bit deeper, and before I could stop it, I cried out as the orgasm to end all orgasms ripped through my body as far as the head of my dick, spilling my seed into Mason’s mouth. I was ready to apologize when I felt his throat working and realized he was swallowing my nut. My dude was taking everything I gave him. I was mortified, yet so freaking turned on. I glanced down and saw his cock bobbing in his pants. I reached out and yanked them off him, then wrapped a hand around his shaft. Not as thick as mine, but still a good size. I tugged it once, twice, and then Mason cried out and splattered his stomach, chest, neck, and even got a few drops on his face.
It was then I realized what we’d done. What I’d done.
What shook me was the realization that I wanted my cock in his mouth again. Often. And a few other places too.
This changes everything.
Mason
I’d heard of straight men wanting head, even if it came from a guy. I figured that was what this had been. Kip had woken up horny and I was here, so why not use me? Nothing gay about that, right?
But then he took off my pants and jerked me until I shot. Straight men didn’t do that, did they? In porn I’d heard about bro jobs and about guys going gay for pay, but I was broke so no payment going on here. And when I looked at him? His face was flushed, and he had this blissed-out, sated, happy smile I’d never seen on anyone before. His dick had been in my mouth, his cum coated my tongue, and what filled me was the sheer overwhelming urge to keep going, to get more of him into my stomach. I could never see doing this for another guy.
Then it hit me.
Somehow I’d fallen for Kip and his ‘aw, shucks’ way that had won over plenty of girls.
