“Friends?” I asked him, since Chris was the only one who knew, at least that I was aware of.
Mason laughed. “Yeah, friends. All two of them. When I was out on the boat with Chris and Derrick the other day, I took my shirt off. I didn’t realize you’d left some, well, very distinguishable marks down my back the night before. Derrick asked who they were from, so I told him. You mind if I take a shower with you?”
I was certain it was an intro to more than a shower, but I paused. “Yeah, okay. But Derrick was cool with it?” While Mason had always been a dick to me, I knew his reasons now. Chris had been more indifferent than a bully. He’d always looked a little disappointed when Mason was being a prick, and after the day in the gym had even pulled bullies away from me a few times and told them to back off. Derrick, though, I’d never been able to read. He was always there with Mason, but he’d never outright done anything physical to me. He hadn’t even taunted me that I could remember, but he’d never spoken up for me either. He’d always seemed a little disgusted by me, like so many others, but I had no idea of his feelings as an adult.
Mason walked over and hugged me from behind, probablyto prod me into the shower I’d agreed to. “Uh-huh, he was cool. He was surprised at first, but said I should have told him back then. He’s glad we worked everything out, and told me he never would have said a word to anyone if I’d told him in high school.”
I wasn’t so sure about that. “Didn’t his family go to that little church that got so mad about the Pride parade in Greenview and went out there with signs yelling at everyone?” Our church hadn’t been extremely welcoming, but that one had been downright hateful.
Mason shrugged. He hadn’t even been around for the protest. “I don’t know. I think he did go to that little church on the corner, if that’s what you’re talking about. I don’t think he goes anywhere now. His dad took off and he had to have his mom put in a hospital, because she was suicidal and let her house fall into disaster.”
I didn’t even know all that. “Damn, that sucks.”
“Yeah, he’s had it kind of rough lately. I feel bad for him. He’s trying his best, though. I’m going to have some groceries sent to his house without letting him know it was me. He’s too proud to take charity.”
Enyo chose that moment to get the zoomies and tore into the bedroom, startling us as she jumped on the bed, tore around in circles digging her claws into the comforter, looked at us with wild eyes, and ran into the living room. I heard her start playing with her little jingle ball. Mason and I just laughed and headed into the bathroom.
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We managed to get our hair washed before his hands started straying. He started off like he was trying to wash me, but as soon as he got a hand on my dick, he gave up all pretenses and moved forward to kiss me insistently. His tongue was so demanding that I wondered if we’d get out of the house at all tonight. He finally pulled back and looked at me, eyes full of fire. “Turn around.” Ever powerless against him, I did as he said.
I was a little surprised when his next move was to drop to his knees behind me. He grabbed my ass, one hand on each side, and spread me open as I let out a little gasp.
“I need to worship right here for a bit,” was all he said before he moved forward.
As soon as his tongue found my hole, I fell forward, hands hitting the shower wall to catch myself as the spray fell over my shoulders and Mason worshipped my body like he said he was going to. His tongue was working wonders and I couldn’t stop myself from crying out his name.
He moaned and scooted even closer, his tongue slipping inside and making me shudder as his hands spread me open even further. I gripped the cool tile so hard my knuckles turned white. “Mason...” I said again, but it came out a drawn-out moan.
He let go of my ass with one hand and his finger joined his tongue at my entrance. He worked it in and found my sweet spot, licking teasingly as he did so, gripping my ass with his free hand. My dick was so hard it was almost painful, and I needed so much more. “Mason, please.” I hated how he had me begging for it so fucking fast every time.
He slowly stood, licking all the way up my ass as his finger slipped out, and his tongue traced a line up my spine. “Does my—” he started.
I interrupted him. “Yes.Your little cockslut needs your dickright now. Fuck.”
He burst out laughing. “Okay, okay.” He grabbed my shoulders and spun me away from the water, my back still to him. He pushed me forward so that my hands landed on the opposite wall, then picked up my right leg and set my foot on the edge of the tub, knocking a shampoo bottle onto the floor. He played it cool but sounded almost as desperate as I was when he said, “I’ve got you, feisty.” He grabbed a bottle of conditioner and put some in his hand to lube his cock with it.
Right away he was there, pressing up against my hole, and he pushed forward, all the way inside me without pause. Igrunted but it was everything I needed. Once he was seated, he paused long enough to run his hand down my back reverently, but then he started moving. Even though it was tight with so little prep, he hit my prostate on the first thrust, and he continued to hit it, harder and harder.
I used my hands to press myself back with every thrust, the toes of my right foot unconsciously gripping the edge of the tub. “Nn,yes.” My voice was nearly a whisper, my dick leaking all over the shower floor.
Mason was watching over my shoulder. “Mm, that’s it, feisty. Take it all. Your body takes my dick so well, like you were made for it. Look at you dripping for me.”
My fingertips slid along the wall. “Fuck me, Mason. Harder.”
He made a sound deep in his throat and started pounding even harder right into that spot. I knew it would hurt later, but I didn’t care because it felt so fucking good right now. He had me shaking and begging in minutes, every time, the only person who’d ever been able to do that to me, and even though I hated it, I fuckinglovedit at the same time. I cried out, “Yes, Mason, fuck yes.”
His face was close to my ear as he ground out, “Do you know what you fucking do to me, Elijah?” I could hear the desperation in his voice, feel his thrusts starting to grow erratic. He reached around my body and gripped my dick. As soon as he started pumping in time with his thrusts, my knees went weak and I dropped a little bit. My foot slipped off the edge and hit the tub floor. Mason grabbed my hip with his other hand and pulled me toward him as he pressed forward, still moving his hand as he kept up the rhythm.
I squirmed and whimpered out a, “Please,” that I didn’t even plan to say.
He grunted as he kept moving. “I have you,” he managed to get out.
My next sound was a sob as my body suddenly tensed up and every nerve ending fired at once. I felt the orgasm in everypart of my body. I shuddered and my dick pulsed in his still-moving hand as my release splattered all over the wall and shower floor.
“Oh, shit,” was all Mason said as he pressed in deep and stayed there. He was still holding my dick as his pulsed inside me, and the hand on my hip shook as he gripped it tightly. He fell forward as soon as he finished, his other hand moving to my other hip, but my knees were still weak, so I dropped. He caught me. He didn’t manage to catch himself, but we slid slowly to the shower floor. I ended up on his lap and he wrapped his arms around me. “Fuck, you’re everything I ever wanted,” he whispered. I wasn’t sure he meant for me to hear it, but he kissed my neck right after he said it.
We sat there for a few minutes, then he moved to get up. He smacked my ass. “Let’s finish getting ready. I told you I’m taking you out tonight, you homebody. You’re going to have fun and forget about your problems for a while.” I doubtedthatwould happen, but a date did sound kind of nice. I let him help me up to finish our shower.
