Chapter Nine
CHAPTER NINE
Mason
Ryan was trying to kill me. That was the only thing that would explain the tiny shorts, the pen sucking, and the way he’d stretched out in the chair to show off every inch of his legs.
At this rate I was gonna have a sodding heart attack or choke on my own tongue.
So far, so very, very not straight.
In fact, making out with Ryan this morning had made me so damn horny it had felt like my dick was about to explode. Ryan had insisted we weren’t going to rush, but I was so fucking tempted to suggest we lock ourselves in my room and forget the world existed for a couple of days while we worked through our feelings. Or at least our rampant horniness.
His reasons had made sense, even if I wasn’t totally convinced by them, but it wasn’t like he could read my mind and see how on board I was about everything. While I knew I’d never do anything to deliberately hurt him, Ryan only had my word to go on. And thinking of some of the men I’d played rugby with over the years, I wouldn’t have trusted their word as far as I could throw them.
Which meant that instead of knocking on Ryan’s door and asking if he fancied letting me try sucking his dick, I was sitting on my bed with my laptop, scrolling through the gay side of Pornhub.
I’d watched plenty of threesomes over the years with two guys and a girl—which in hindsight should have thrown up some sort of flag because I’d always preferred the ones where the guys made out and shit—but never anything with just men. And now seemed like the perfect time to expand my porn-watching repertoire.
The only problem was I wasn’t sure what to start with.
I didn’t really fancy an orgy or cum dump, even if the premise seemed kinda hot, and I wasn’t super into the whole stepdad or daddy thing either.
I needed to get more specific and look for something instead of just scrolling through the front page, waiting for something to appeal.
Tapping the search bar, I quickly typed in the only thing I could think of: roommate.
Maybe porn could give me some tips.
Hundreds of videos filled the screen, with everything from college roommates to the cheesy porn set-up of some guy’s roommate catching him in the act and joining in. There was a ton of amateur stuff too, from slightly grainy stuff shot in the dark on someone’s phone to ones that looked like they had a professional set-up. I was spoilt for choice.
I scrolled down a little, palming my dick with one hand as I looked at some of the thumbnails. There were several that caught my eye but finally I clicked on one titled ‘Hot roommate catches me jerking off to him’. And they weren’t wrong. The two guys involved were hot as fuck.
I’d already stripped off my joggers and boxers and pulled my T-shirt up, because I was too lazy to take it off, so it was easy to start stroking myself as I watched one of the guys casually jerking it to some videos of his roommate. He was sitting on a dark green sofa with his back to the door and legs spread, giving the camera the perfect view of his cock and balls and the curve of his ass. I stared at him, drinking in the length of his hard cock and the way he rolled his balls between his fingers.
I wanted to run my tongue up his shaft and wrap my lips around the mushroom head before slowly starting to suck him. I groaned quietly as thoughts and fantasies exploded in my mind. Would it feel good having a cock in my mouth? What would it taste like? Smell like? I’d tried a bit of my own precum and cum before out of curiosity, but I assumed everyone’s was different.
What would Ryan’s taste like?
Another groan rumbled through my chest, precum spilling from my slit as I thought about being buried between Ryan’s thighs, teasing him with my tongue and letting him put me exactly where he wanted me. I’d be happy to do anything for him if I got to taste his cum at the end of it .
On screen, the guy’s roommate had appeared in the doorway, watching him jerk off with a smirk spreading across his lips. The irony of the whole situation wasn’t lost on me. But at least in that situation the roommate was getting involved and not hiding by the door because he was both horribly confused and ridiculously turned on.
Although I guessed that wouldn’t make for very good porn.
The two actors were kissing now, the newly arrived roommate pulling the other guy onto his lap and kneading his thick, round ass cheeks with his hands. His butt reminded me of Ryan’s, round and grabbable with the perfect amount of jiggle so when it moved… I cursed as I thought about him on all fours in front of me, his ass bouncing as I fucked into him, giving him everything he needed.
A knock on the door startled me and I nearly sent my laptop flying off the bed as my legs jerked and I instinctively reached for something to cover up with, courtesy of some very awkward encounters with my mum as a teenager.
“Mason? You okay?” Oh fuck, it was Ryan.
“Er, yeah,” I said, taking off my headphones and letting them rest around my neck. “Just dropped my laptop. You all right?”
“Yeah… I just… can I come in?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. How did I say no? Of course I could just say no. Ryan would respect that. But some part of me wanted him to come in, just to see what their reaction was. Maybe I had to give him the choice… but I didn’t want to yell it out in case Jonny heard.
I grabbed my phone, quickly pausing the porn on my laptop, and typed out a message.
Mason
Yeah you can come in but I’m half naked. And I was watching porn.
Mason
The choice is yours.
Was this an overly complicated way of doing it? Yeah, but I couldn’t see any other way. Maybe my brain was just addled from all my fantasies about Ryan.
“What sort of porn?” Ryan asked as he opened the door and slid through the gap, a delighted smirk on his face. His eyes roamed over me with a burning intensity that pinned me to the bed and made my cock throb.
I swallowed and gestured at the laptop, which was resting on the bed with the screen open.
As soon as I’d pointed it out, I wished I hadn’t because the fucking title was right there and it was so on the nose I wanted to die. But Ryan’s smirk widened and they moved closer to the bed, those damn shorts highlighting their thighs with every step they took. “Interesting,” he said. “Were you doing some research? Thinking about the next time you burst in on me without knocking?”
“You’re the one who walked in this time,” I said, stretching out in front of him. Ryan obviously liked my broad rugby body and I liked the idea of showing off for him, especially when he looked at me like he was about to eat me alive.
I’d always liked it when women took charge of me and I’d always been eager to please and show off, so it didn’t surprise me that I’d react to Ryan in the same way.
Fuck, if he called me a good boy, I was going to die. I’d had one ex who’d done that and every time she had, I’d fucking melted at her feet.
“You invited me,” Ryan said. He was stood by the side of the bed now, looking down at me like he was waiting for permission to join me.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“There’s no need to guess. I’ve got proof.”
I nodded, my heart racing under the force of his gaze. “Did you… what did you…”
“We can talk about that later,” he said. “Right now, I’m more interested in this.” He gestured at my crotch. “I knew you had a nice dick.”
I pulled my headphones off and dropped them on the bed, pushing the laptop out of the way. “Do you want to…” I trailed off, not really sure what to ask. Should I ask him to touch my dick? Would that be rude?
“Join you?” Ryan asked teasingly. “Is that what you want to ask?”
“Yeah.”
“I’d love to.” He climbed onto the bed, crawling across and straddling my thighs. The weight of his body on top of mine made my cock fill so rapidly my head spun from blood loss. He was still dressed in his tiny shorts and a loose tank top that left nothing to the imagination. He rested his arms on my shoulders, the angle I was sat at making it so he was leaning down over me, and yeah, I really liked looking up at him like this.
“What else do you want?” he asked as he tilted his head down, keeping his lips a few too many inches away from mine.
“I, er… I’m…” Jesus, why were words so hard? I sounded ridiculous. How was it that I, a grown-ass man, had been reduced to a staring, sweating, nonsensical, horny mess in less than two minutes?
I wasn’t going to answer that question. It was the same reason my ex-girlfriend had been able to get me on my knees with just a smile and the crook of her finger.
“That’s not very helpful,” Ryan said softly, threading one hand through the short hair on the back of my neck. “You’re going to have to actually tell me what you want. I can’t read your mind.”
I chuckled awkwardly. “It would really help if you could.”
The smile on his face sent a shiver down my spine and my cock jumped, another burst of precum spurting from the tip. “I can try if you’d like?” Ryan asked in a low voice that did the strangest and most beautiful things to my insides.
“Yes,” I said. “Please.”
“You’re so sweet. And so polite too.” He brushed his mouth against mine and I groaned, wishing he’d give me more. It didn’t even occur to me that I could lean forward and kiss him.
“Yeah, well, good manners’ll get you everywhere,” I said, half-teasing, half-serious. Rugby players might be known for their banter, drinking, stupid antics—usually as a result of the drinking—and colliding into each other at speed in the name of sport, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t turn on my manners when I needed them. When you were my size, being polite and friendly helped a lot because I knew I didn’t always look like the friendliest bloke, even if I wouldn’t hurt a butterfly.
“They certainly will.” Ryan kissed me properly then, his tongue pushing into my mouth and making need surge through me. But just as I was losing myself in him, Ryan sat back and looked down at me, smirking as I whined. “I thought you wanted me to read your mind?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I have to concentrate.” He winked and I chuckled, the delay and his piercing gaze somehow turning me on even more than before. Maybe it was because I was desperate to hear what he thought I wanted… and what he was willing to give me. “Hmm… you want to get off and you want me involved but you don’t know how to ask, especially because I said we have to take things slowly. You also really like me sitting on your lap and telling you what to do.” He smirked, his fingers tightening on the back of my scalp. “Tell me, Mason, are you the sort of man who likes it when your partners take charge?”
I swallowed and nodded. “Y-Yes.”
“Interesting,” he said with a pleased hum. “We’re definitely going to talk about this.”
“We are?”
“Of course, but I’m not going to make you do it now.” He trailed one hand around my neck and down my chest, slowly sinking his fingers lower. “Not when you’re so hard you can barely think and I’m desperate to get my hands on your cock.”
I whimpered, my hips giving an aborted jerk. “I… fuck, please, Ryan, touch me.”
“Would you like that? Want me to use my hands to get you off while you look at me?”
“Y-yes, please. Want that.” I barely had any space left in my head for thoughts that weren’t about getting Ryan’s hands on my cock. But there was one flashing in neon, determined not to let me ignore it. “But I… I want to touch you too,” I continued, forcing the words out before the horny part of my brain overrode any and all other thoughts.
“Please, Ry, can I touch your dick?”