Chapter 10
Mason
I had been stunned by the question and never thought about having a man inside me. I had been used to having sex with a woman one way and it never occurred to me that I could find satisfaction another way.
“But wouldn’t that hurt?” I asked curiously. Had he said no I would have known he had lied, but he answered truthfully. And there was a man I could trust.
“Yes, of course, but it has to be more than one occasion and then after careful use of lube and a condom you will hardly feel it.”
That meant I would have to commit to this as long as my relationship existed with Clay. “Are you saying this is what you want?”
“Not really. It’s just something I want to experiment with.”
“Have you always been a bottom?” I asked Clay.
“Pretty much. But what will happen if our relationship goes the distance? I mean you’re maybe twenty years older than me. There may come a time when... you know.” It appeared Clay didn’t want to face that fact as much as I didn’t want to talk about it, but it was good to get this out of the way.
“Yes, I know where you’re going. Suppose I become unable to perform my husbandly duties?”
“Yes, precisely.”
“Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself?” I questioned. What I didn’t tell Clay was I had only him in mind when I thought about marriage and a husband.
“I wanted to make sure you wanted to go through with this,” Clay said.
“Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a man who picks up any men. I knew you were the young man I wanted. If it calls for us to take it slow, then I will. But I want this relationship, and I hope you do too.”
“I want nothing more than to be with you, but I have all kinds of questions and thoughts in the matter.”
I knew he had been overwhelmed by everything. “Are you alright?” I asked, because he’d drank all the brandy out of nervousness, I thought. Maybe telling him that I loved him had been too much for him to digest.
“As soon as my head stops spinning and I pinch myself to see if I’m dreaming or not, then I will be okay... Yes. I think I’m okay because I haven’t fainted yet,” he said with a chuckle.
“What do you want to eat?” He glanced around and there was tray after tray of sandwiches and an assortment of food my cook left out for me and a guest, and Lawrence.
“Nothing, thank you, not now,” Clay mumbled, as if the sound of his voice would be too much for him and he might wake from a dream.
“My bedroom is upstairs, but we’re not going there. We’re going to relax and talk in the guest bedroom. No one has slept there and a few of the other rooms, and I think you’ll be more comfortable there,” I urged.
“What about your wife?” he questioned with a worried furrowed brow.
“As I said, she’s probably in Europe by now with her girlfriend... please sit and get comfortable. “Do you want another drink?”
“Should I have one?” Clay asked.
“Maybe I should have another,” I added. “It appears you’re talking about having me down on all fours.” I led the way to the bedroom and Clay followed.
“Not this time,” he said, grinning. “You can be on your back, and we can be face to face,” he said, measuring the large king with his eyes.
“That sounds interesting. Never knew—” He interrupted me.
“That’s why you needed someone you trusted to tell you about this gay life.
You’re smart. You didn’t just choose me randomly.
You wanted someone who had lived the lifestyle and is a gay man.
If you’re a lawyer, then you would want someone to mentor you who knows the law.
A banker can’t mentor you unless he’s suggesting what kind of loan and interest rate to charge. I mean...”
“I know what you mean. Now get comfortable and take off that spectacular suit, although it turns me on when you wear it. I might want to fuck you and suck your cock in it,” I said, moving closer to Clay.
“I may not know all the sexual moves, but I know one thing, I know what a man likes and that is a good blowjob.
“Stand, baby.” Clay rose from his seat on the bench after taking off his jacket and stood in front of me.
I threw my suit coat to the side and unzipped my pants.
I went to my knees, gazed up at him and unzipped those expensive pants.
Then I pulled his pants and underwear down.
I braced myself on both sides of the bench as I watched Clay’s cock fill and almost explode with cum dripping through the slit, and I teased it with my tongue, as I jerked my hungry cock.
Clay leaned into me, and his head fell slowly backward, and his hands rested on both sides of my head. With one hand he raked his fingers through my scalp causing it to tingle and then wrapped them around a large strand of my hair.
My head bobbed back and forth. He tossed it around clutching a bit of strands to serve his excitement.
“Yes, yes, you are so good. Where did you learn how to satisfy a man?” I didn’t answer because I appeared to be natural, because I knew what I wanted from a man I loved.
I knew that if he pushed his heavy cock down my throat and I was able to relax my muscles, then that would do it.
“You are so good,” he murmured. “Suck me hard. Suck me harder. Yes, your tongue is super amazing. I could want this every day and every night. I want you, Mr. Mason. Do you want me?”
All I could do was shake my head when he pulled away from me. My heart beat loudly, my cock thumped painfully, and I was ready for anything. Well, almost anything.
“Now it’s time to show you how I can satisfy you.
” I was willing to do anything by now because Clay’s moaning and whispering had me ready to explode if I didn’t get something.
It had been so long where I had what I wanted and needed next to me.
A chance to smell the musky fragrance of a man, his beard next to my skin, his hard cock beating against mine.
I wanted to feel something. Anything. And now I was doing just that with my young man. I had to have him, or allow him to have me.
I didn’t hear him when he said for me to lie down on my back. I let him lead
me to the bed, and by this time he’d stripped down to nothing. His long shaft was pointing in my direction and stayed hard when I proceeded to sit, exhausted from being on my knees and stretching my mouth and throat.
Clay strode close and reached and slipped my shirt off along with my tie and cuffs. When he leaned in, my mouth chased the head of his cock, and I managed to get a taste of the remaining creamy fluid oozing from the slit of his dick I had just tasted.
“It’s time, baby.” Shouldn’t I have said those words? “Lie back and open your legs.” Shouldn’t I have said that? “It’s not going to hurt because I know what I’m doing.” Shouldn’t I have said that?
I watched like a drunken sailor as if I was being relieved of my shoes and clothes.
I watched him place my legs on his shoulders, squirt a cool liquid on my tight muscles.
I watched as he pressed his thumb along the ridges of my hole, push hard and enter it quickly.
I gasped, but said nothing. I panted, not because it hurt, but because I was surprised that it opened up to him when he pulled out.
I watched as he slid on a condom and leaned in to kiss me.
I kissed him back and waited for more as he bit my lip and then eased down to suck my nipples. “I don’t think I like this,” I managed to moan out a, “Please don’t do this.”
“Don’t worry, you will enjoy it. You’re not used to tapping into your authentic self.
This union we have will reintroduce you to who you are.
If you truly want this and with me, you will no doubt forget the pain and embrace the pleasure it will bring to both of us.
Sit back and enjoy it and don’t fight what’s about to happen,” Clay assured me.
“I know this is your first time being with a man and a man as young as I am. Just lie back and let me do the work for now, because soon it will be your turn.” His eyes glowed and my heart beat with the promise that I would be inside him—a position I was used to, a position that had been natural to me.
Clay had taken me away from the familiar, and the thought that I was having sex with a man which had caused me to refrain from being with other women.
Looking at Clay, his shaft remained hard and when I looked down at his hand, he was jerking his cock before he would insert it inside my hole. That alone had my body eager and waiting, anticipating that I would finally be satisfied with the man of my choosing.
I hadn’t realized his length was as long and thick as it was.
Clay placed the tip of his shaft on my hole, and then he leaned forward, broke through plunging himself deep as I grabbed and squeezed his arms, and groaned and moaned with pleasure until the pain disappeared, and the only thing that consumed me was knowing I could look up and touch the young man I’d wanted all my life.
The feeling overwhelmed me as heat consumed me from my head to my feet.
I felt as if someone had placed a torch inside me.
I was breathing hard and moaning softly, with my body opening up and closing to take in all of Clay as his cock worked his way inside and through my cavity, hitting spots and giving me unimaginable pleasure I never thought were possible.
He kissed my quivering burning lips, he wrapped his hands around my heated trembling legs as he continued to push deeper and pull out, and then push deep once more, and the burning sensation began to subside becoming enjoyable.
I remembered how soft and tender his lips were.
He then pulled out of my tight ring and pushed back in with me holding on to the covered mattress this time, because I didn’t want to scream because it did hurt when he pulled out and drove inside of me.
And then it didn’t because he was pinching my nipples hard as he pushed in and pulled out.
He did this over and over and then he sucked them, and the feeling I experienced from that gave me deep pleasure as my hair rose on my skin, my legs trembled, and my breathing accelerated.
“If you want, you can jerk yourself, and then I want you to mark me.” That sounded hot.
I had done this to some women, but never a man.
With women I never enjoyed the sex. I was just going through the motions because I thought they expected this of me.
It wasn’t long before April informed me that she didn’t like this kind of play.
Later I learned why. However, I thought it was too late for me to find the person I really desired—a man.
Men didn’t have those kind of hangups with other men I’d been told. Men were free to be themselves and now I was tasting that freedom.
I buried my desires and married April. Now I was married and I was a husband, but she was never a wife to me.
I bought a home my high seven-figure income would afford me, and I’d planned to have children which was expected of me.
I now know I can do all of that, but with someone I wanted sexually and loved completely.
Clay sat back, but continued making love to me in a way I eagerly embraced. “Open your eyes and meet mine. Enjoy this because you’re going to want to remember this night your virginity was taken, and who claimed it. We have a bond that no one can break.”
He leaned over me and kissed me soft and gentle, but I wanted his kiss to be hard and then I started kissing him violently. I bit his lips and sucked them, drove my tongue down his throat and placed my hand over his neck as he returned my kiss, knowing instinctively I required more.
He pulled out and I quickly got on all fours, and said, “Now fuck me. Fuck me hard and don’t baby me. I want to know that you’re a man, and that you’re inside me, because when it’s my turn I will treat you like a man I love and want. That means I will fuck you long and often,” I promised.
Breathless, his chest heaving up and down, I felt his breath and tongue where I thought his penis would enter me.
Then he placed his mouth on my tight ring and began sucking it and with his hand on my balls tightening them, he rotated his hands to my chest to pinch my nipples hard, when he leaned in and this time it was his long hard shaft that he buried deep inside me as I jerked my cock trying to hold back my cum.
It had become impossible for that, and he leaned over my back as he was deep inside me, and reaching and manipulating my prostate with his penis and finger. I gave out a thunderous moan, “I’m coming, baby, and I can’t help myself.”
“So am I, and if you could help yourself I wouldn’t be doing my job, and that is to get you to reach the highest sexual pleasure that any man can reach.
The room grew quiet except for two bodies falling to the side breathing hard and cum oozing in my hands and then I leaned over Clay, and said, “I’m marking you, baby. You are mine and you’re never going anywhere unless I let you.”