Chapter Four

Conrad

“Oh God, I’m sorry, just forget it. Wait, no,” I said. I wanted to say something first. How I felt. But he spoke before I could formulate my thoughts. I knew I was on my way to ruining everything.

“No, I won’t forget it. I don’t want you to stop touching me,” Mason said softly. Much to my relief, he didn’t tell me to get the hell out of the room or tell me to stop.

Maybe I couldn’t get the proper words out, but I knew I could at least get him off. I bent down and took his small breast in my mouth, twirling my tongue around his nipple.

“Oh, oh, my, is…” He grabbed my biceps again.

I took his nipple between my teeth and tugged on it a bit. Trailing kisses across his chest, I went to his other one. Lavishing my tongue over his nipple, he moaned, and I had to stop for a moment and breathe because my cock ached from its hardness. Crying for me to release.

“Is it supposed to feel this good?”

“Some guys have sensitive nipples, I guess. Do you want me to stop?” I stood up and swiped his bangs out of his face.

“I think I’ll be embarrassed if you go on.”

I cupped his chin and made him look at me. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“I am so close to coming.” Jesus, those words alone from him were a turn on.

“You know what?”

“What?”

“I am, too.”

I caressed his chest again, and he arched his back. His breasts filling my hands because there was nothing else you could call them. They were too formed to be pectoral muscles. I had noticed a while ago (probably the end of last school year) that he started to develop small breasts. But I never had the heart to say anything. He was so self-conscious.

I wrapped my arm around his waist and led him over to his bed. The back of his legs hit the mattress.

He sat down, glancing up at me.

I pushed him back onto the mattress, and he shimmied up it so he could fully lay on the bed. I straddled him and paid close attention to his chest again. Sucking and tugging on his nipples, swirling my tongue around them. He ran his hands up my shirt, placing his warm palms on my shoulders. Squeezing his eyes shut, he thrust his head back into the pillows and began panting.

His chest moving up and down.

His body quivering.

I pressed my mouth to his lips and parted them with my tongue.

Pinching his nipples between my fingers.

My tongue explored his mouth, our teeth clinking together. He dug his nails into my back, and my body started to shudder. I moaned against his mouth and rubbed his other nipple while caressing his breast. Mason moaned, arching his back. His fingers gripping my shoulders.

“Oh, Conrad, you’re doing this to me. Oh God, here it comes.” And as he came, he let go of my shoulders, grasping the sheets, digging his elbows into the bed, whimpering and moaning.

I had never seen anything sexier.

I exhaled as I came in my jeans. He lay looking up at me, breathing hard. I bit my lip as the last bit trickled out.

“Mason, those are most definitely breasts.”

His shoulders shook as he started laughing. “I have boobs, and I just let my best friend suck them as we both got off.”

“Yeah, that was a thing we did,” I said, flopping myself on my side next to him.

Mason reached up and touched his chest.

“Maybe it’s part of your whole late puberty thing,” I said, circling my fingertip around one of his nipples.

“Getting boobs?” he asked.

“I honestly don’t know.”

“Um, don’t laugh with what I’m about to say,” Mason said with a severe expression on his face.

“I won’t.” I kissed the side of his breast. I wanted them in my mouth again and so much more.

“Nothing’s descended yet.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yeah … but okay, are we going to talk about what we just did? What’s been going on with us?”

“Do you want to?” I asked. The time had come. My heart began to beat faster at the thought of telling him the truth.

“We don’t have to,” Mason said. And he saved me, but perhaps it was time.

I lay my palm on his flat stomach. “Maybe we should.”

“We’re best friends.”

“Yeah, we are.”

“I don’t want to ruin our relationship.” Mason put is hand on top of mine, and I entwined our fingers.

My heart pretty much dropped when he said that. “So no more whatever it is we’ve been up to?”

“I don’t want it to stop.”

“I don’t either.”

“Okay, so we just talked about it.”

“Okay,” I said.

It wasn’t a full on I love you and want to be in a relationship with you, but it was a start. In my family, men didn’t talk about emotions. My dad taught me that we push them deep down inside and never let them show. Otherwise, what kind of a man are you? So I was happy that Mason and I, at least, talked about our situation a bit. Granted, it was only a few words, but a step in the right direction for me.