Something passes over Lucky’s face that I can’t identify. Not a bad thing, but it’s like he’s had some profound realization or something. I don’t know, maybe I’m imagining things.

“You game?” I ask, as much to Mason as to Lucky.

Mason looks at Lucky first as if to ask approval. “Hell yes,” Lucky says. “As if I’m gonna say no to getting rimmed. Just, let me get myself cleaned up, okay? I want Mason’s first experience to be good.”

I don’t think I’ve ever met a more considerate man than Lucky Stone. I love how he’s always careful with Mason, gentle both with his body and his emotions.

“Sounds good,” I say. “We’ll be waiting for you, right, Mase?”

Lucky gives us both a last kiss before dashing into the bathroom. It’s not till then that I realize he’s set out a breakfast for us. I point toward the bowls with yogurt and fruit. “Let me put these in the fridge.”

“I’ll help,” Mason says, then catches himself. “Maybe not. We don’t want things to end up on the floor.”

I snicker as I quickly put the bowls in the fridge. “Unless it’s you. I would totally do you on the floor.”

Mason inspects the floor with a serious look on his face. “It doesn’t look all that comfortable,” he says. “But at least it’s clean enough.”

I laugh even louder. “Dude, floor sex is about as uncomfortable as it gets. My advice: don’t do it, unless you have carpet, in which case you want to be very careful you don’t end up with a horrible case of rug burn.”

“Rug burn? How do you end up with rug burn?” Mason asks.

I grabbed his hand and tug him toward the bedroom, while I answer him. “For instance, when you kneel on a rug and then get fucked doggy style for, like, twenty minutes. I don’t know what the guy’s issue was, but he had a hard time coming, and by the time he did, my knees were killing me. I had rug burn for a week, not kidding. Last time I ever did it on a carpet.”

Mason is still chuckling, his hand in front of his mouth, when I tackle him onto the bed and settle myself on top of him.

“Hey! I thought you were going to teach me how to rim,” he protests.

I move my mouth so close to his our breaths mingle. “I will, but I figured until Lucky gets back, you and I could do a little…warming up.”

I wait a second or two to make sure he has no objections, but before I can initiate anything, he drags my mouth down and kisses me. By the time Lucky steps out of the bathroom, Mason is a whimpering mess on the bed, the front of his boxers soaked with pre-cum. Not that mine fare much better, as my cock has been leaking like crazy too.

I notice with satisfaction that Lucky is still rock hard. It’s even more visible now, since he’s taken off his shorts and is buck naked, his rigid cock sticking out. I love his body. He’s not overly bulky like some guys, but you can feel the strength in his muscles when he holds you…and when he fucks you, I’d imagine. God, I can’t wait to experience that.

“I could watch you two for hours,” Lucky says with a mix of lust and happiness in his eyes.

I love that he is not hesitant to join us but instead rolls onto the bed behind me, his hands immediately reaching out for both of us. I roll over him to his other side so he’s in the middle, and my heart grows warm as I watch him kiss Mason again gently.

“Did Heart take good care of you when I was in the shower?” he asks. His hands drift to Mason’s groin, and he squeezes it. “It looks like you’re…excited.”

Mason puts his teeth in his bottom lip. “I am, but I’m also a bit scared. I don’t know if I’m gonna like it. It looks sexy when I see Heart do it in his videos, but I’m just not sure if it’s something I’m gonna like… Or if I’m going to be any good at it.”

“Baby, I am fine with whatever you want to do, you know that. If it turns out you don’t like it, you stop. Simple as that. There are enough fun things we can do together that you do like, right? I’m proud of you for trying new things and for allowing Heart to teach you stuff,” Lucky says, his voice soft and warm.

I can see Mason relax, his shoulders coming down and the tightness around his mouth disappearing. Then Lucky adds, “And remember, baby, you thought you weren’t good at kissing and blow jobs, and that turned out to be a lie as well.”

“True,” Mason admits, and it’s the first time I hear him confirm that what Brad told him was a lie. I’m so happy to see him gain confidence, even if it’s in little steps.

Mason gives Lucky one last kiss, then sits up and looks at me with an adorable smile. “Okay, let’s do this.”

Spontaneity is still a ways off, but I’ll take eagerness and honest curiosity over that any day. I give Lucky a wink, and the smile he sends back at me affirms we’re on the same page here. We’re gonna make this good for Mason, though I certainly intend to make it good for Lucky as well.

I pull Mason down, so the two of us are side to side between Lucky’s legs, which he has helpfully spread as wide as possible. It gives us complete access to his ass. “Technically, rimming is focused on your asshole, but let’s not get micro-focused here. You can fluidly move from a blow job into rimming and vice versa, and give the man’s balls a little attention in between. If you handle them gently, ball play can be incredibly satisfying. Now, not everyone is equally sensitive here, and not everyone likes the same sensations, so we’ll have to figure out what Lucky likes. Fortunately for us, the man is good at communicating what he wants, so we should have no issue gauging his reactions.”

Mason sends me a look that has more confidence than I’ve ever seen from him. “So maybe I start with loving his balls a little?” he asks.

“Excellent suggestion. Use your hands and fingers first to see where his sensitive spots are.”

I take Lucky’s left testicle into my hand, showing Mason how to gently roll it. He copies my move with Lucky’s other nut, and I can feel the man’s muscles tense underneath us.

“Let’s see if this is a sensitive spot for him,” I say, and I wet my index finger thoroughly in my mouth, then slide it slowly from the spot behind Lucky’s balls all the way to his hole. His muscles contract as he forces himself to stay still, but a soft moan escapes his lips.

“Oh,” Mason says, “I think he likes that. Can I try?”

“He sure does. Go ahead.”

Mason repeats my move, and Lucky shows a bit more of a reaction, which elates Mason. He’s like a kid in a candy store who discovered a new candy he really loves.

“Next, we’re going to use our mouth and tongue. Lucky’s balls are pretty big, so I’m not sure they’ll fit into your mouth since you’ve never done this before, so you may want to start with just licking them.”

Mason all but dives into it, his tongue peeping out of his mouth, taking a few careful licks. I guess he likes the taste, because his tongue comes out completely, and he laps around Lucky’s balls, leaving them tight and glistening. There’s no doubt the man loves this, as his hands clench into fists, and a series of low noises flow from his lips.

Inspired, I move my head in as well, and then Mason and I lick him together, our tongues finding each other, then him, then each other again. It’s a sloppy, wet kiss that leaves drool all over the place, but it’s sexy as fuck.

“Show me how you suck his balls,” Mason tells me, and I gladly comply.

I wasn’t lying; Lucky’s balls are big. But I have a bit more experience with this than Mason. So, I open my mouth wide and take one nut in. As soon as it’s enveloped in my mouth, Lucky moans, and that intensifies as I gently suck, then use my tongue to put pressure on various points. By the time I’m done with his other ball, Lucky’s cock is almost quivering with tension. Mason notices it too, and without asking, he bends over to lick the pearls of fluid off the tip.

“Oh fuck,” Lucky moans. “You two are going to kill me.”

We haven’t even gotten to the actual rimming yet.

I push Lucky’s left leg back a little farther and gesture at Mason to do the same at the right side. It lifts his ass up to us like a buffet, and I’m almost sad I can’t claim the sole privilege of eating him out.

I show Mason how to lick a trail from Lucky’s balls back to his hole, which by the time Mason gets there, is actually quivering. Lucky is still fisting the sheets with both hands, and it looks like he’s fighting hard to let us have our way with him.

“Now what?” Mason asks.

I smile. “Now, you dig in.”