I pressed a slick finger into his hole, then another, takingmy time, and Mason shuddered through it all. All the while I worked his dick, and that baby was like steel. I didn’t let up kissing him, grounding him, reassuring him that making love was going to be awesome.
Yeah, that was how I saw this. How corny was that? Guys our age didn’t talk like that. I could never say those words to Mase. He’d tease me relentlessly. And I’d probably get all giddy and smile and kiss him and tell him I wanted to do it again.
With Mason, I couldn’t help myself.
At last, he knelt astride me, knees wide, and lowered himself until the head of my dick was right there, pressing against his warm slick hole.
“Take your time,” I whispered. “I’m not gonna move until you give the word, okay?”
He swallowed and nodded, reaching back to guide me into him.
Fuck, the heat, the tightness…
I stared into his eyes. “Oh my fuckingGod, you feel so good.”
Mason stared back, mouth open. “I can feel every inch of you.” I reached up and tweaked his nipples, and he groaned. “When you do that, I swear, it’s like there’s a direct line to my dick.” Lower, lower, until at last my cock was sheathed in his sexy, tight body.
I did my best to keep still, playing with his dick, his nipples, feeling him clench around my shaft.
He took a deep breath. “ I think…I’m ready for more.”
I nodded. “I’m gonna let you do all the work. Rock on it, baby. Do what feels good.”
Mason leaned over and our lips met in a lingering kiss. “Love you,” he whispered.
I smiled. “I love you too.” Saying those words while I was inside him was the best feeling ever.
He began to gyrate, slowly at first, and I stroked his assand thighs, gentle movements that kept time with him. Gasps and low cries tumbled from his lips, and I loved every fucking sound. When he picked up the pace a little, I grabbed his waist and thrust up into him.
Mason’s eyes widened. “More,” he whimpered.
I obliged, tilting my hips as I filled him again and again, Mason impaling himself on my shaft, pounding even faster now, his kisses breathless and urgent. His dick pointed at me like an arrow, hard and leaking more pre-cum, and I brushed my thumb over the slit, bringing his nectar to my lips once more.
“You taste good,” I murmured.
“Kip… I don’t think I can last much longer,” he gasped.
“On your back,” I told him.
Mason raised himself and flopped onto his back. I shoved a pillow under his hips, added more lube, and pressed back into him in one smooth, leisurely thrust. I grabbed his ankles and lifted his legs until his calves rested on my shoulders. Then I hooked my arms under his knees and slid all the way home.
Seeing him beneath me, kissing him, the two of us locked together…
Wonder and awe overwhelmed me. This was beyond anything I’d experienced.
“Love you, Mason.” I locked lips with him, my hips rolling as I filled him over and over, feeling him tremble, his fingers digging into my shoulders.
Then his eyes went as large as saucers, his body seized my shaft in a vise, and warmth spread between our bodies. I held him as his orgasm shuddered its way through him, my nostrils filled with the scent of him, raw and primal and earthy. And when he let out a lingering moan, I couldn’t hold back another second.
I shot hard, worried the condom wouldn’t be able to contain it all. Our lips met in a long, fervent kiss.
Mason clung to me, covered in a sheen of sweat, my own body just as slick, and I groaned into his mouth.
I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay inside him, feeling his heat. What we’d shared was slow, sweet, and sensual, and I knew I would want to do it again soon.
Mason
Oh my god, I just had sex. With Kip. And it was fuckinggood.
