Chapter Twelve

Conrad

He was gorgeous, so thin and delicate beneath me with his sharp lines and that sexy curve he could accomplish with his back, but he was wrecked. Yet, he wanted me to keep going.

“We can just rest.”

“One more time. I need it. Just once more. Please, Conrad.”

With him begging, he reached back and grabbed my hand, interlacing our fingers, pressing his ass down on my cock. I couldn’t resist.

My urge for him was too strong.

Somehow, I stopped orgasming. But my cock was still swollen and rock hard, and I wanted to ride him with it, watch him writhe on me and whimper with pleasure.

I rolled him flat to his stomach, the side of his face to the mattress. With my knees, I spread his legs wide and then lay on him, my legs spread wide, too and hooked over his. I entwined our fingers and held his hands to the bed over his head and rode him hard. My body thoroughly overtook his small frame, and he was mine.

He squirmed and tossed his head about, crying out my name.

And I rode him so long my lids began to drop. I reached underneath and grabbed his cock, stroking him until he released, and we then passed out together.

My body shivering woke me up sometime later. Still inside him, I stretched my arm out to the side to grab my blanket, pulling it over us. I pushed his hair back from his face. It dried, matted down on his skin. His skin was so beautiful and smooth, and he looked angelic sleeping. His long lashes fluttering from a dream. I traced the line of his jaw with my finger. My best friend. I loved him more than anything in the world, just never knew it was this kind of love until this school year, really. Sure, I’ve liked him since before forever. But I never dreamt we’d have some sort of wild sexathon where we lost all inhibition. I then trailed my finger down his slim shoulder and over his bicep and lithe muscles.

My beautiful boy.

I didn’t know what changed between us, but I felt more attached to him than ever and wanted him to be with no one else, just me.

 

When I woke up, there was an emptiness beside me. I lifted my lids to see Mason holding his shower caddy and some towels.

“I need to wash up. I am beyond a mess. I have dried fluid all down my inner thigh, my crack. I don’t even know which one of us it belongs to. Did my ass squirt stuff?” he asked, looking adorable, scrunching up his nose.

“The longer we went, the wetter it got.”

“Is that supposed to happen?”

“I’ve heard of guys doing that before.”

“Okay.”

“You doing okay?” I asked.

“Exhausted and sore. I’m going to shower and climb back into bed.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

 

I got up and grabbed some clean sheets. Dried come and sweat covered them. Mason came back from the shower looking as cute as ever with his hair tousled and his face all rosy.

“It’s a good thing it’s Saturday,” Mason said, flopping down on the clean sheets next to me. He rolled onto his side, so we were nose to nose, his eyes already dropping.

“We have the whole weekend to sleep. But when you do fall asleep, I’ll go take my shower.”

“Go now. You don’t have to wait for me to sleep.”

“I just want to be with you for a bit.”

“Okay,” he said softly.

I lay my palm on his cheek and smiled.

“Before I fall asleep,” Mason said, opening his eyes. “I was thinking in the shower how I was just so willing to be dominated. It just shows me that I am this…”

“Hey, don’t you say anything about yourself. People have their sexual preferences. It doesn’t make you any less of a man or weak.”

“I’m just yours now anyway.” Mason sighed and rolled onto his stomach, the side of his face pressing against the pillow, looking at me.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“I want to be my own free person.”

“You are. I would never hold you back from anything.” But yet, I told him he was mine. My head was a mess.

“Maybe I’m a bit scared. I kept thinking how I wanted to give myself to you. Let you have your way with me. Who is this person?”

“It’s you, Mason Donnelley.”

“I suppose. It feels like my life has changed over the course of a few days, maybe weeks if you go back to my burgeoning breast development.”

“You’re maturing, growing up. Not just some nineteen-year-old kid anymore, a nineteen-year-old man.”

Mason nodded and turned his head in the other direction.

I grabbed his shoulder and rolled him over onto his back, making him look at me. “We’re figuring things out together, okay?”

He put his hand on my chest. “Okay, but oh my God, I still want you, right now.”

“I’m fighting it, too.”

The urge was still so strong.

It was all so goddamn unbelievable.

“Maybe I need to take another shower but a cold one.”

“What if I went and grabbed us some breakfast?” I asked, my stomach grumbling.

 

When I got back to the room, Mason lay naked, grabbing his hair in fistfuls, sweating, and tossing on the bed.

“Oh Jesus, are you okay?”

“I need you in me, Conrad. Please?” he asked, begging me, grabbing his sheets and wincing.

He squirmed on the bed, his eyes pleading with me.

I was already fully erect.

He rolled over and pushed up on all four. Arching his back and moaning. Holy hell. The two of us turned into nymphos over just a few days. Within seconds, I stood next to the bed. Naked. I climbed onto the mattress behind him and kneeled between his legs, rubbing his ass with my palms.

Wetness already seeping from him.

He thrust his ass back into my palms, and I grabbed his hips, pulling them higher into the air, and positioned myself at his opening. Squatting behind him, I pushed in, and leaned forward, wrapping my arms around his waist, and bending over him. I drove my hardness down into him, drilling his hole hard.

Mason cried out and moaned and began to whimper, almost sounding animalistic. I kept pumping into him and felt my erection swelling, growing inside.

Filling Mason.

Mason screamed at my engorging penis, and I stopped thrusting for a moment so he could adjust.

“Keep going,” he said, his breathing heavy.

“You need to ask me nicely.”

“Please, Conrad, keep going.”

I smacked his ass, and he howled. “Try again.”

“Please fuck me hard. Fucking breed me.”

Oh shit. Enough with the games.

I slammed into him.

Again and again.

Sweat rolled down my forehead as the head of my cock throbbed and expanded more. “Holy hell.”

“Deep, go so deep and release.”

My thighs began to burn a bit from the standing/squatting position I was in, so I pushed Mason’s hips, and we lowered to the bed.

I grunted as I released deep inside him, and it wouldn’t stop. I filled him to the brim.

“That’s it, Conrad. Oh God, give it all to me.”

“I can’t stop. Ah, I’m still so hard and full. I pumped in him more, my come still squirting out. With a few more thrusts, it finally stopped. My erection was still as big and hard as ever, so I kept fucking him. He thrashed and moaned, orgasm after orgasm, whimpering, tears rolling down his face. I petted his hair. “It’s okay. It feels so good. Doesn’t it?”

“It does,” he said, his voice shaky as he gripped my forearm around him.

“And you’re taking it like a good boy, aren’t you?”

He nodded and sniffled.

“My baby.” I slowed my pace and pushed in him at a languid pace. My urge to hold him down and breed him began to subside. Before that day, I thought breeding was a word I’d never use regarding sex. I’d seen it in videos. Usually, big guys with small twinks, fucking them bareback and releasing deep in them. Just like what me and Mason had done.

I lay on top of him, moving my hips, him moaning softly. Some time had passed, and our paces almost came to a halt, when Mason said, “Oh, no.”

“Mason, you’re going to be so sore. This is the first time you’ve had anal.”

“Actually, that was Thursday night.”

“But I know you’re supposed to work up to this stuff, and I’ve been fucking you for days. No preparation at all.”

“I’m already sore.”

“We should stop then.”

“What happened to me being a good boy and taking it?”

“You’re so good and so good to me.”

“Please give me more. Just one more time for now,” he pleaded.

I kissed next to his ear and then his cheek. He pushed his ass up and dear God, that’s all it took.

After another round of him screaming and clawing the sheets, we fell asleep in a sweaty heap.

 

When I woke up, Mason lay curled up in a ball next to me. I got dressed and went to get some food. No matter what, I was going to make sure he ate something before our next sex sprint began. And sure enough, we ate, and it didn’t take much.

He began to whimper.

And I was in him in no time.

When my erection finally went down, it was night time.

“Mason,” I said as we lay next to each after I pulled out.

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice groggy.

“We had sex for three days straight.”

“We did.”

“I don’t know what to say about it.”

“I just had to have you. I had this burning in me. This uncontrollable want.”

“You think it’s over?” I asked. I knew I could probably go on forever, but my concern was for him. He was the one who would have to deal with the aftermath, whatever pain and harm I caused his ass.

“Yeah. That was wild.”

“It was the same for me, in a way. No burning, but this need to be in you and just fuck you so hard. I kept dreaming of riding you bareback and coming in you.”

“I guess your dream came true.”

“It did. But I was out of control. I wanted to have my way with you. Like, take it no matter what. Hold you down so you’d have to receive my seed.”

“Well, you did.”

“But it scares me that I treated you that way. What if it wasn’t you? I can’t do that to someone else.” I pulled him close to me, his back against my chest and my chin on his shoulder.

“Have you ever felt like that before?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No. No.”

“I think maybe it was because of me then. I welcomed all of that. I told you to do it. I gave myself to you. I like that you took control.”

“Mason, I fucking bit you.” I kissed the spot on his shoulder. He looked like he’d more than likely have a scar.

“And it hurt.”

“See, I did hurt you. And oh my God, you were crying and in pain when I was in you. Why did you want me to keep going?”

“I can’t even describe it. But you getting beyond large when you were in me, it was like I could feel you pressing on everything inside my body, and while it was kind of awful, it was still pure ecstasy. So maybe I’m just some kind of sex freak.”

“You’re not. It was your first time. Maybe you realized how awesome sex is.”

Mason squeezed my forearm that I had wrapped around him. “Same for you, I’m thinking.”

“It was beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. And I’m sorry, dude, but I’m never having sex with anyone but you again.”

***

“Everything is throbbing. Inside and out,” Mason said, curled up in the fetal position on his bed.

“What do you need?” I asked, running to his bedside. “I’ll get you some pain meds, maybe a heater pad, some water, food.”

“You don’t have to wait on me because my ass took a beating.”

“But I’m the one who did it to you.”

“Conrad, I’m so tired. We’ve gone over this. I needed you to do that all to me. I can’t explain it, but I needed your super cock pounding me for days. But now I’m beyond exhausted,” he said, his eyelids dropping.

“I’ll be back. I’m going to go pick you up some things.”

He never woke up when I got back from the store. I slept next to him all night to make sure he was okay. His eyes fluttered open on Monday morning when I got ready for class.

“Is it Monday?” he asked, stretching his arms above his head.

“Yeah.”

“Have I missed class?” He blinked his eyes and yawned.

“Not yet, but I don’t think you should go. Keep resting, okay?” I sat down on the edge of the bed next to him and kissed his forehead. “I have everything you should need for the next few hours on the nightstand here and if you need anything, anything at all, text me.”

“I’m pounding you next time,” Mason said, licking his lips.

I swiped my thumb over his forehead. “You know you’re not.”

“I know. It just sounded good. Am I a sexual deviant now?”

“No, Mason. We had some marathon sex. Not unheard of.”

“Okay. You de-virginized me. I’m happy you were my first.”

“I’m happy I was, too.”

He was the first man I had sex with.

It felt so natural and wonderful, like it was meant to be. All that time holding back who I really was, fighting it, and now I didn’t even pause for a second when it came to being with Mason. Holding his hand and kissing in public to having mind-blowing sex. Could we have had this all along if I didn’t deny my true self all those years? Probably not. I would’ve talked myself out of it, saying he was my best friend, but now, there was no more fighting it.