Chapter Ten

Conrad

I tried to pull out, but I couldn’t. It felt like the head of my cock was too swollen.

“Shit, Conrad,” Mason hissed, looking over his shoulder at me.

I pushed in and tried to pull out at a slower pace, but it didn’t work. “I think I’m stuck.”

“What?”

“I can’t pull out.”

“That makes no sense.”

I pulled more with my hips, and Mason screamed, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets.

“It’s like we’re locked together.” I blew out a breath and wiped the back of my hand across my sweaty forehead.

“Is it because we didn’t use lube?”

“I don’t know. Shit.”

“Damn, I guess I have the world’s tightest hole. I’ve never been penetrated before. Maybe that’s why.”

“I doubt it, but your hole was so wet, glistening.” I rubbed his back. “It was so sexy.” I pushed him down to the bed and lay down on top of him, nuzzling my head into his neck.

“Maybe there’s something wrong with your penis. It felt like it grew tenfold. Even now, I feel so full.”

“I have never had an erection like this before.”

“And now you’re stuck in me.”

“There are worse places to be.”

He pushed his ass up to me.

“I’m just so horny.”

“I’ll take care of you. I wrapped my arm around him, and we rolled. His back against my chest. I scooted back and sat us up some, so I leaned against the headboard, and then reached around and grabbed his cock, bucking my hips up into him.

“Oh, I need this. I need this so bad.” He writhed on me, and I thrust faster and tightened my grip on him. He reached up and wrapped his hand behind my neck and bent his whole body back, making a beautiful arc with his ribs high in the air.

I pounded him harder, and he screamed and then whimpered.

“Why do you want this pain?” I asked. I felt bad for him, but he kept begging for it.

“It hurts, but there’s so much pleasure there, too. It’s almost too much, and oh, God. Oh Jesus, you’re fucking cock.” His body shook, and he cried out as he released a small amount of come that squirted onto his stomach. He collapsed back into me, taking deep breaths. I brushed his hair off his sweaty forehead.

“Is your first time with a man ruined?” Mason asked.

“Not at all. I think I needed this as much as you did. You have this hold on me, Mason that I can’t explain. And I just want to fuck your brains out.”

“Please do.”

I wrapped my arm around his waist, and we clumsily got into position, him on all fours, back arched and ass pressing into me as I kneeled behind him. And without hesitation, I gave him what he wanted.

He panted and whimpered and panted again.

He was so vocal.

Every sound he made turned me on more.

I rammed into him, and he screamed, bending his head back and closing his eyes. “Go as deep as you can. Hard, so hard,” he said in a breathy voice.

I picked up my pace and force with sweat rolling down my face and back. Mason’s hair clung to his forehead, his face bright red. I wrapped my arms around his waist and put my mouth on his shoulder, biting his flesh while thrusting hard up into him.

He screamed out in pain. I don’t know what came over me, but I had to leave my mark.

He panted and whimpered harder, taking everything I had. He pushed back onto me, and we were one. Letting out a cry, his body shuddered. I reached around and helped him out.

“How can you have so many orgasms? It’s so hot. You are so sexy.”

His body shook, and he came in my hand.

Again, we collapsed to the bed, and I lay on him.

His chest heaved as he got his breathing under control, and our room reeked of sex.

“I’m so tired,” Mason said, his voice slow.

I kissed his shoulder. “So am I.”

“What do we do?”

“I’m still swollen inside you.”

He shrugged. “Go to sleep like this then.”

We rolled onto our sides, and I threw my leg over his, and while still buried deep in him, we fell asleep.

 

I woke in the morning with Mason spooned up against me, and my penis flaccid and not in him anymore. I stroked his cheek with my thumb. His eyes fluttered open.

“Hey,” he said, smiling.

I tapped the tip of his nose. “Morning.”

“It is. We spent the whole night together.”

“We did. That was…”

“Weird?” Mason asked, curling up closer to me.

I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over him. “No. I’m not sure how to describe it.”

Mason bit the corner of his lip. “I don’t know why I acted like that.”

“You were horny.”

“Unbelievably.”

“So was I. That was raw, so real. I kinda felt bad but…” I drew circles on his chest with my finger.

“Good. Awesome. Pure bliss.”

“It was for me, but what about you? You were in pain and crying but telling me to give you more.” But thinking about it made my cock pulse.

He shook his head. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“I think you’re into kinky shit,” I laughed.

He put his hands over his face. “Now I’m embarrassed.”

“And I’m sorry. I got carried away.” I rubbed his shoulder and pulled his hands away and looked into his beautiful eyes.

“No, it was like it had to happen. Wait that sounds weird. But I had never felt such pleasure in my life before. Could also be that it’s because that was the first time I’ve ever had sex.”

“Me neither. That was just, wow.”

“And besides what we did being amazing, we left out a pretty big detail.”

“What?” I asked.

Mason pointed at my junk. “You didn’t put something over that.”

“Oh, man. I was just so into the moment.”

“Me screaming at you to fuck me probably distracted us from the important things.”

“But still. We barebacked it.”

“Yeah.”

“I got tested about a month back.”

“Really?” he asked.

I cupped his face in my palm. “Yeah, so no worries.”

Mason put his hand over mine. “So, what’s going on with us?”

“Um...”

Mason scrunched up his nose. “Never speak of this again? Maybe we should spend some time thinking about it.”

“Okay,” I said. He was right. I needed to be able to say that I, at least, wanted to be with him, that I loved him, but while I still didn’t have the guts to say that, I knew one thing. “But…”

“What?” he asked.

“I just know you’re mine.”

“I am?” he asked, cocking his head at me.

“But…” I was a horrible person.

And somehow, he went along with it. “Whatever you want.”

“I want to protect you, watch over you, make sure you’re happy.”

“But you don’t want to have a relationship with me.”

“I do.”

“Because you just staked claims on me, Conrad. And you bit me. Are we just not going to talk about that either?  Look at my shoulder.” His shoulder was all pink and bloody, my teeth marks bright red in his skin.

“God, I know.”

“You need some time to think about it.”

“Yeah.”

“I get it. Okay.”