Mason
I step into an apartment that’s roughly the size of mine. I think most of them are about this size around here. City living, I guess. Not what I’m used to, but I’m getting there.
It’s cozy in here, decorated in a way that tells me exactly who Ollie is. Though I already have a good idea of who he is, just from the short time we’ve spent together.
Fun art hangs on the walls. Crocheted pillows and a throw blanket are on the couch in a way that says he napped there recently. Or maybe he slept there last night.
The kitchen is cute, like something out of the fifties with old-fashioned-looking appliances and bright colors.
I can see into the bedroom from here. It has dark walls and bedding to match, and there’s a grey fuzzy blanket with lots of pillows spread out along the bed.
Posters hang on the walls with sayings, and those plastic glow-in-the-dark stars are stuck to the ceiling.
“Don’t get shy on me now.”
I blink, turning to face Ollie.
“Shy? Me?”
He smirks. “You have a look…”
“Just taking in your place. It’s nice. Very you.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
He hangs his keys on a hook by the door, then toes off his tennis shoes, leaving them on the shoe rack on the opposite side. I do the same.
Ollie presses his back to the door, looking up at me from under thick lashes. There’s an innocent look about him that does something to me. I can tell by his mouth that he’s far from it.
“Why did you agree to come inside?” he asks, his voice soft. “And be honest.”
I can’t help the smirk that tugs on my lips. I lean in, wrapping my arm around his waist.
“Because I want to fuck your tight little hole, and I hope you’ll let me.”
He moans, arching into me. “That’s exactly what I planned on.”
My mouth moves to his neck without hesitation.
I lick and suck at his skin as his fingernails dig into my shoulders, his words urging me on, telling me that he wants more.
I lift him with my hands under his thighs.
He wraps his legs around my waist, and I make my way into his bedroom to lay him on the bed.
He’s small beneath me, his body lithe but toned.
I find his mouth again, his tongue sweeping in, not holding back. He grips my jaw, kissing me deeply like he’s not getting enough.
“Take off your clothes,” he demands.
I pull back and get to my feet to get my clothes off, while he does the same. I take a moment to stand there and look at him, lying naked on his bed.
He has a small frame, narrow hips but wide shoulders.
Feminine, but there’s no mistaking he’s a man.
Short, light hair dusts his chest and around his belly button, and at the base of his cock.
His red hair fans out around him in an artfully messy way.
It’s one of my favorite things about him.
Naturally red, wavy, and past his shoulders.
An array of freckles sprinkled across his nose and cheeks.
His long fingers wrap around his cock, as he looks at me with a devilish expression.
“Are you going to fuck me, or what?” he asks.
I chuckle, getting back onto the bed and lift his legs so they bend at the knee, and his feet are flat on the mattress. I kiss the inside of his knee then up his thigh until my nose brushes his balls.
He moans softly, holding his cock back with his hand as I nuzzle his sac, inhaling his sweet and slightly musky scent.
“Lube in the drawer,” he mutters.
I kiss the base of his cock before getting up and digging through his drawer for the half-empty bottle of lube and a condom that I place on the bed beside me.
“You use this often?” I ask, shaking the bottle.
“All the time.”
“Mmm, I like the thought of that.” I pop the cap and hold it out. “Show me.”
Smirking, he releases his dick and holds out his hand, palm up. I pour lube into it, then watch intently as he rubs it all over his cock. It’s thicker and longer than I’d expect on someone like him. I fucking love it.
He strokes slowly, his eyes falling closed as his free hand slides across his chest and flicks his nipple.
“Show me what you like,” I say, running my hands along the outsides of his thighs, just having a distinct urge to touch him.
“Normally, I’d have something in my ass,” he explains, licking his lips. “I have a drawer full of toys.”
“We’ll forgo that for today,” I say.
I’d love to see him stuffed full of something, but I’m too impatient. I’m barely holding back now as it is. I’ll be inside him soon enough.
“Actually,” I add. “Maybe I can help.”
I get two fingers lubed up and press them both against his hole. He moans loudly, bearing down so I enter him fully.
“Slow,” I say.
“No,” he returns. “Don’t hold back. Give it all to me, Mason.”
I slip my fingers deeper, going right for his prostate. He whimpers, tightening around me as he drags his fingers along the underside of his cock. They’re trembling. His cock is throbbing. I’m so fucking hard.
“I like to tease myself,” he explains. “See how long I can last. And after I come, I like to taste it.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, shoving my fingers as far as I can. His toes curl, his heels digging into the bed. “You’re so sexy. So fucking hot.”
“So are you…”
“I want to fuck this hole.”
“Then do it already,” he snaps, opening his eyes to meet mine.
I don’t wait to slip on the condom and press the head of my cock to his entrance.
“Slow,” I warn again.
“No—”
I grasp his thighs. “You’ll do as I say, or you won’t get my cock at all.”
He whines. “Fine.”
I push forward, going in just an inch before coming back out.
“I want you to feel it, but I don’t want to hurt you,” I explain. “Because I plan to use you all fucking night.”
He responds with a throaty sound, and I go in further, deeper this time.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. This beautiful little hole takes me so well.”
“Deeper.”
I chuckle. “You’re a cock slut, aren’t you, Ollie?”
“Yes!”
“Just for me, though, right?”
“Only for you.”
I slide the rest of the way in, and we both suck in a sharp breath at the same time. I still, his body tensing beneath me, and we take a moment to adjust. To feel. To enjoy one another.
I didn’t think someone could feel so fucking good.
Something in me snaps, and I no longer hold back. I pull out and ram back in, making him cry out. His nails dig into my arms, grab for the sheets, anything he can hold onto, as he moans over and over again, while I fuck him hard and fast.
His cock slaps against his stomach, leaving a small trail of precum by his belly button. I pull out to lick it up, sucking on his skin then taking him into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck!” He grips my hair, pushing my head down to take him deeper.
He reaches the back of my throat, and I fight the gag, but my mouth waters and spit drips out and down his shaft.
I suck hard on the tip when I pull up, then sit back as his flavor spreads along my tongue.
I grab his hips and flip him over, then lift him up to spear him with my cock again, going even deeper in this position and not hesitating even a second.
Ollie’s ass is high in the air for me, his back arched, his flushed cheek pressed to the mattress. His fiery hair is a wild mess around him, and I reach for it, wrapping it in my palm and pull tightly.
“Fuck, yes! Harder. Go harder,” he begs.
I fuck him harder, wanting him to feel me everywhere. I slap his ass. He yelps.
“More,” he begs.
I slap him again, this time putting more emphasis behind it. A red mark appears across his right ass cheek in the perfect shape of my hand. I run my finger over it. It’s fucking beautiful. His skin pinks up so well, so perfectly.
“I’m close,” I warn.
I wasn’t prepared for this. Had I known I’d be coming home with him tonight, I’d have jerked off earlier, so I’d last longer. Maybe it just means we’ll go again, after I get a quick break.
“Use me,” he says.
Fuck.
“I was made just for you to fuck, Mason.”
Holy fuck.
“I’m your little cock slut. Own me.”
My orgasm rocks me so hard I see stars, and my muscles tense up to the point of pain as I spill into the condom, the pleasure coursing through my insides. I’m so caught up in the euphoria I can’t be sure what’s going on around me, just that everything feels so good.
I feel the condom being tugged off before I realize what’s happening.
My eyes open. Ollie is on his back in front of me, pouring my cum from the condom all over his cock.
“Do you want to watch me?”
He reaches for his dick, but I slap his hand away and take over, rubbing my cum all over and using it as lube.
He thrusts into my hand, moaning loudly. “Yes, just like that. Mason, that feels so good. You’re going to make me come. Fuck, I’m coming—”
His dick erupts, cum shooting upwards and landing on my forearm and his lower stomach. I smear it in with my other hand while working him through his orgasm. When he starts to shake, I lean down and kiss his lips.
“We’re doing that again in ten minutes,” I warn.
“I only need five.”
* * *
I pull open the door of Books & Beauties to see Ollie’s smiling face around lunch time.
“Hey, handsome.”
“I prefer hot girl,” I say. We both laugh. “What time are you working until today?”
“Four. You?”
“It’s Saturday. I’m not working today.”
His eyes narrow. “So, you came here just for a book?”
I look around and don’t see anyone paying much attention, so I give him a quick kiss on the lips.
“I came here just for you. Have dinner with me tonight?”
“Hmm, I don’t know,” he says, tapping his chin.
I roll my eyes. “You play too much. One of these days, I’m going to listen.”
“Liar,” he says with a smile.
“Try me.” Narrowing his eyes, he pouts out his bottom lip. “Mm, that’s what I thought.” I sneak another kiss.
“I’ll go to dinner with you, on one condition,” he says as he fixes a stack of books on a table that’s decorated with magnifying glasses and shoe prints.
“What’s that?”
“You come to my place after and fuck me until I can’t see straight.”
“Was it an option not to?”
“Never.” He bites his bottom lip, smiling up at me. That look does something to me, and I have to hold back. We’re in public. He’s at work.
“I’ll meet you back here at four,” I say, then head out the front door.
* * *
Five years later…
“Are you kidding?” Ollie gasps. “You’re kidding, right? You have got to be kidding!”
Franny laughs so hard her face is red. “I’m not kidding.”
“This can’t be real.” Ollie looks at me, his hair whipping around his face. “Is this real?”
“It’s real, baby.”
He stares at Franny from across the table. She’d called us here for a lunch date to give Ollie the good news. She’d already prepared me, so I knew, but I couldn’t wait to see how excited he was when he heard the news. I’ve heard this dream of his for years now.
“Franny—”
“It’s what you wanted, right?” she says.
“Yeah, but I… I’m not ready for this.” He shakes his head, sitting back in his chair. “I can’t do this. I don’t know how to do this.”
“You’ve been doing it for years, Ollie. And you have Mason to help you. You’ll be fine.”
Ollie looks at me. “We’re really going to do this?”
“As long as you want to.”
“Oh, I want to.”
He squeals but keeps it as quiet as he can, because we’re already getting attention from the other customers who are enjoying their lunch.
“Did you tell him the good news yet?” Peter asks as he comes up to the table. He leans down to kiss Franny.
“Just did,” she says.
“Damn. I missed it,” he complains.
Ollie shakes his head. “Peter Plump-Ass, I only have you to thank.”
He barks out a laugh. “In public?”
“Always.” Ollie bats his lashes at him, then looks at Franny again. “You’re serious?”
She groans. “Yes, Ollie! We’re moving. Not out of the country, like you thought it would be, but far enough that keeping Books & Beauties doesn’t make sense for me anymore.”
“I can’t believe I dreamed this into life,” he says wistfully, then reaches out his hand. Franny takes it. “Thank you. You’ve made my dream come true.” Then he looks at me. “And you are my dream come true.”
“You’re so sweet when you want to be.”
He grins like the Cheshire Cat, and I just know he’s going to prove to me how unsweet he can be later… preferably with his mouth wrapped around my cock and his fingers in his ass.
The waitress takes our orders, and we talk about Ollie taking over Books & Beauties as we eat.
I love my job, and I don’t plan to quit, but I would like to help him out at the bookstore when possible.
After all, it’s where we met. It’s how I found him.
Where I fell in love with him, hiding away in the reading nook late at night when the store was closed and we’d just sit and read to one another.
“Okay, we’re doing this,” he says, flicking his gaze to me. “We’re really doing this.”
I lean in to kiss him.
“We’re really doing this.”
* * *
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