11. Xander #2
Only my golden ticket didn’t take me to a chocolate factory, it carried me to Mason’s arms. I’d hardly drank all day long, instead content to stuff copious amounts of food into my face while watching my buddies get shitfaced.
Also, there was the added caveat that Mason was at my side, tucked in close, throughout the day.
Renco, Marquis, and Dunny were thrilled for us.
Eli… well, he was taking a bit longer to come to terms with us kissing on the sly.
He’d finally made it a drinking game, announcing to our group that every time we locked lips shots had to be downed.
Which explained why they were all drunken sots that we’d poured into their beds one by one.
“So on a scale from one to ten how do you rate your thirtieth birthday?” Mason enquired after we hoisted Dunny into his bed. Given he was naked we didn’t have to undress him as we had the previous three.
I pulled him close. “It would be far better if I hadn’t had to witness Dunny’s dick flopping in the wind as he danced the Tumba on the tabletop.”
“Yeah. He’s pretty light on his feet considering his size and the amount of booze he ingested.
” Mason kissed me on the chin then led me from Dunny’s room.
I followed along, shopping bags filled with gifts in one hand, his fingers meshed with mine.
“Your place or mine?” he asked as we slowly made our way down the hall.
“We don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t want.”
He gave me a wicked look then tugged me to his door.
I stumbled behind, my feet feeling incredibly big and flappy right now.
We were inside his room in a heartbeat, my bag filled with memories, candy, booze, ten boxes of condoms, and a gallon jug of lube courtesy of Dunny taken from my fingers and placed on the desk.
“Trust me, I want. You’ll need the condoms and lube,” Mason announced as he sashayed to the wide bed, shedding clothing as easily as a cat sheds fur.
My gaze touched on his spine, the sway of his lean hips, and the curve of his buttocks.
He flung himself on top of the bed, rolled to his back, and let his lean legs flop open.
My dick was pushing against the zipper of my shorts, eager for the bounty that was now spread out before me.
Mason took himself in his hand and began stroking his hard dick. “Do you like to top or bottom?”
“I’ve… I’m versatile. Yeah, I’m pretty sure that would be good. Either way.”
His fingers stalled. “Have you never fucked before?”
“No, no anal. That was a rule. Sex yeah but blowjobs only.” I felt like a fool. A man of thirty years who had never once been fucked.
“Well, seeing as how you were only hooking up with strangers when you could sneak it in that’s a damn smart rule. I’m negative and take PrEP and always used condoms so you can feel safe in case of breakage or some mishap.”
“I’m not scared of catching anything from you,” I tossed out unthinking of what was tumbling from my piehole.
“You can catch things from anyone. Never forget that. Well, you won’t have to worry though.” He resumed petting his cock. “I don’t share.”
“Me either.”
“Good. Then come here and let me show you a few things.” He tugged on his nuts.
My dick throbbed in time with my pulse. I shucked off my clothes with haste.
“Damn you have a fat dick. Bring it here. I want to suck on it.” Hands filled with condoms and a jug of lube under my arm, I hurried to join him on the bed.
I flung the goodies to the mattress then laid down over him, my mouth sealing over his.
His cock lay beside mine, hard and hot, and his fingers…
God but his fingers were light little tickles of delight that skipped and danced over my skin.
As we sucked on each other’s mouths, he found my ass, his fingertips sliding between my cheeks.
I gasped into his mouth when he found my hole.
“Yes, more,” I grunted then rolled to my back, taking him with me.
“You like that?” He settled between my thighs, his eyes simmering, his lips swollen from our rough kisses. “You want me to get into you? Work you open with my fingers and tongue then fuck you?”
“Shit… shit… ” His words were so dirty, so hot.
“Yes, do that. Please.” I grabbed my knees and eagerly pulled my thighs to my chest. I’d watched porn.
I knew the mechanics quite well. What I didn’t know was how incredible it actually felt to have a man bury his face in your ass.
I shuddered and whimpered as Mason tongued my ass.
The room was thick with the sounds of his mouth on my hole combined with my groans of ecstasy.
He worked me open slowly, his tongue leading the way for his fingers.
I gasped and clawed when he found my prostate.
His lips stretched over my cock as he fingered me into delirium.
“Close… Mason… ” I panted as he added a third finger while his tongue dipped into the slit of my dick. His gaze was molten. My balls tightened up when his eyes met mine. Fuck he looked good with my cock in his mouth. “Want to come… you in me. Please.”
He popped off, his chin and lips slick with spittle, and suited up as our gazes held. “You sure you want to bottom?”
Oh, I was sure. I wanted to feel him in me. “Yes, fuck me.”
“Shit,” he growled, pumping lube all over his hand, my thigh, and the bed. Who cared? I gave no fucks right now. I’d sleep in a vat of lube and semen if he would just hurry. “You need to relax. Breathe. It’ll burn for a bit but then, baby, it’ll rock your world.”
“Hurry,” I gasped, my cock leaking all over my belly. He knelt right by my ass, his cock resting on my hole, then he hooked my heels over his shoulders. I grasped at his thighs, the tug of hair making him wince but not slowing his entry. “Breathe. Come on, Xan, relax. Let me in.”
I closed my eyes and exhaled. The fat head of his prick pressed in.
The burn was intense, but I’d suffered much worse on the ice.
Not in my ass obviously but a little burn would not bench me.
No fucking way. Then he was easing in, deeper, deeper, stealing my breath that he kept telling me to use.
How could I? I was filled with Mason. There was no room for oxygen.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice strained. I opened my eyes, licked at the sweat on my upper lip, and found him watching me with concern. “You look tight. I mean… not that way tight because fucking hell I know you’re tight down here. Tight mentally.”
“I just… need a second. You’ve got a huge dick.”
He grinned. “Thanks, but not really. Not like yours.” He bent down, bending me into a pretzel, to steal a kiss. I moaned at the change of sensation. He flicked his hips. A cry of pleasure broke free from deep within me. “Yeah, there you go. Relax and feel me inside you.”
“I feel you,” I whispered then gave myself over to the slick thrusting motion that was now the center of my universe. The ache and stretch eased away a little, the rub of his cock against that bundle of nerves soon had me spurting all over myself and my hand.
“Fuck!” Mason snarled as I blew apart. He tumbled over with me, his head snapping back and his cry of release a guttural sound that pulled another spurt of cum from me.
I could feel his cock kicking inside me, the hot rush of semen as he filled the condom.
It was everything. Beyond everything. It was Mason, and he was me, just as I was him.
I reached up, my fingers gliding over his shoulder to his neck, biting into the nape, and I pulled his mouth down to mine.
Mason deflated slowly, my legs slipping off his shoulders and his body puddling atop mine. I held him close, peppering his face and neck with tiny kisses. He sighed then sniggered when I blew into his ear. I led his mouth back to mine with a gentle touch of fingers to jaw.
“That was… incredible.” He sighed between kisses. “I have to take care of this.”
I let him move then, reluctantly releasing him. He eased out of me with care, removed the condom, tied it tight, then padded into the bathroom. I slowly sat up.
“Ouch, yeah, big dick,” I muttered at the pull deep inside. Easing upward I joined him at the sink where he was brushing his teeth. I washed my belly and hands off then slid my arms around his middle, burying my nose in his tousled hair. “My ass hurts.”
“I warned you,” he said then spit and rinsed the sink. I held him close.
“No regrets whatsoever.” I peeked around his head to find his gaze in the mirror. His eyes were lazy-lidded. He looked like a man well-loved, kind of how I appeared. Rumpled yes, but so sated. “Can I stay the night?”
“Of course.” He wiggled around in my arms, his fingers carding through my damp hair. “It’s your turn to top next.” Oh damn. My flaccid dick thought that was a great idea. In half an hour or so. I was thirty now. I did need a little time to recharge. “Happy birthday to you.”
“Happy birthday to me.” I claimed his mouth in another kiss. I wished I could turn thirty every year just so I could relive this moment with this man over and over.