© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica
The bus pulled out onto the road, tires humming as we merged onto the highway. The chatter around us thinned out as some of the guys put in headphones or closed their eyes. Taylor turned his head toward me then, his voice lower than before.
“So,” he said, steady, “I was hoping we could talk about what happened yesterday morning...”
My heart skipped a beat when Taylor spoke those words. Despite his easygoing demeanor and what I’d come to learn about him over the past few months, I had no idea where this conversation was going.
“Sure,” I managed to mumble as the bus went over a particularly large bump that almost stifled my words.
Taylor laughed as he saw my eyes go wide when the bump launched me off my seat. His laughter eased my nerves a bit.
“So, firstly, I’m sorry for barging in on you like that,” he started.
I nodded politely, unsure of what else to do.
“I was back in my room grabbing my cell phone and I heard some weird noises. I thought the cleaning crew was going wild with your gear. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“Yeah; it’s cool,” I responded. “I figured you didn’t mean it.”
“So, Mason, eh?” Taylor continued.
I didn’t know how to respond; Taylor filled the silence.
“Everyone knows Mason’s a ladykiller. More than a few of the team have been present for his... sexploits? So, I’m curious about you, and how that all happened?”
More silence from me. I didn’t know where to begin. With Casper? My first time with Mason when he was so drunk he may not have even remembered it?
Taylor carried on the conversation alone again.
“I mean, I’m assuming you’re gay? That whole thing was consensual? He was going pretty hard on you. Mason’s not blackmailing you or some shit, right? It doesn’t really seem like something he would do, but... yeah... he was going to town on you!”
I could feel the embarrassment creep through my veins and Taylor must have seen it in my face too.
“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to strike a nerve. If I’m being honest, it looked like a good time. I just wanna make sure I wasn’t misinterpreting what I saw.”
“Yeah, I’m gay,” I blurted out just loud enough that Taylor and Taylor alone could hear it.
The smile that crept across Taylor’s face surprised me both because of how quickly it appeared and because there was a playful undertone to it I’d never seen in him before.
“I never woulda suspected,” Taylor said. “Until yesterday, I just thought you were shy. Now it makes a bit more sense. You don’t have anything to be worried about on the team though.”
I nodded but I was barely processing the words coming out of his mouth. I was just trying to live through the conversation one sentence at a time.
“But, Mason, how?”
It was like Taylor couldn’t process what he knew he’d seen with his own eyes.
“It’s a long story...” I said hoarsely.
“I can only imagine,” Taylor hummed, looking at the roof of the bus as though he was picturing the whole series of events in his head.
“Are you and he....?” Taylor left the question hanging, but I knew what he was asking. He wanted to know if Mason and I were a couple. The thought of it made me laugh so loud a few of the other guys on the bus turned to look at me.
“Fuck, no,” I spat out after I recovered from the laughter, finally comfortable enough to join the conversation in full.
“So, just fuck buddies?” Taylor asked.
“Not exactly,” I answered quickly, before considering how that kind of response would sound.
“What does that mean?” Taylor probed.
“It’s complicated,” I said, trying to cover up my folly.
“Complicated good, or complicated bad?”
Taylor was really pressing the issue.
“Well, it’s not bad,” I said. “But it’s not exactly a fuck buddies situation either.”
Taylor leaned in and spoke breathily.
“That sounds interesting.”
Was he really going to ask me for all the details right here and now? As I turned to look him in the eyes, I could see that he was. I had his full attention. His eyes sparkled and he looked like he was on the edge of anticipation, as though he might never recover if he didn’t hear this story.
I wasn’t the type to kiss and tell. I’d never kissed before this year but I knew it wasn’t my style. There was something about Taylor though. He was beautiful in a way that Mason and Casper weren’t. More refined and elegant. Where Casper and Mason had that ‘just rolled out of bed’ look that could still drive you crazy, Taylor put real effort into himself. Every detail was... tailored to fit his look and it paid off.
His style complemented his personality too. It made him more appealing, more approachable and in this moment, it made me feel like I might be able to share something this intimate with him.
I still wasn’t sure how to explain it all though. I also didn’t want to risk changing Taylor’s impression of Casper so I had to be careful.
“Well,” I started. “Mason kinda... caught me in the act with someone else. A few times.”
Taylor’s eyes popped. He was eating it up already.
“I didn’t know he was there, but he saw it all. Then I had this dream about the guy I was doing stuff with. It was wild. It made me think of things I’d never thought of before. And, Mason, like you said, he’s got a reputation, so I thought I’d ask him about some of the things in my dream. One thing led to another and he told me he’d seen me with the other guy and offered me a demo of the stuff from my dream. We’ve been doing it like that ever since.”
I’d skipped over a lot of the details and left out important names, but I figured that summed up my story with Mason pretty well. Taylor’s eyes never returned to their original size the entire time I spoke.
“So you bagged the big man on campus just by walking up and asking, huh?” Taylor followed up.
The guy was relentless.
“I guess so,” I said.
“Well done!”
Not the response I was expecting. Taylor had more layers to him than an onion.
“And I guess that dream involved that rough dom shit Mason was doing to you when I walked in?”
I lost my composure again. My face felt like a nuclear reactor about to go off, hot and red.
Taylor could see what he’d done to me and swooped in to the rescue again.
“Don’t worry, man, it was hot as shit.”
So he liked what he saw. My mind immediately flipped to the question of where he wanted to be in the equation. Did he want to be me, getting pounded by Mason, or did he want to be Mason, pounding me down rough? I felt my dick stiffen in my pants and immediately tried to shift my thoughts.
As if reading my mind, Taylor jumped in again.
“I’ve taken a few guys like that before. Love that scene. Nothing better than letting loose and being who you were meant to be. Right?”
I breathed a sigh of relief. This conversation was nothing like I expected. It was way more interesting.
“Yeah. I think I like it better that way. I kinda want the other guy who fucks me to do it that way too.”
“Oh, so you’ve still got the other guy doing you too eh? You’re a popular boy, huh?”
I blushed a little at that.
“I guess so. I mean..”
Taylor let out one of his easy laughs.
“Don’t worry, Eli. College is the time to let your inner slut out. You’ve gotta feel your oats while you’ve got the energy!”
I laughed too.
“I’m just glad whatever it is you’ve got going on with Mason is above board. And now I’ve got a gay teammate too. We should definitely chill.”
I agreed quickly.
From there our conversation drifted back to more ordinary topics. Taylor quizzed me on my knowledge of gay culture which he found to be severely lacking. He promised to remedy that issue before he finished his last term. He told me more about his past and the time rolled by.
By the time we arrived back at the university, I’d almost forgotten we were on an uncomfortable coach bus at all the conversation flowed so easily. As we went our separate ways, we promised to see each other again soon and I felt like I’d scored a point I didn’t know I needed.
When I got back to the dorm I found Mason waiting on his bed. He threw me a shrewd look and started at me right away.
“Seems like you had a good time with Taylor?”
“Yeah, he’s a nice guy,” I answered.
"Nice,” Mason cooed, like he knew some hidden secret I’d meant to convey in that word.
“You’re not gonna forget about ol’ Masey now that you have a new gay boyfriend are you?” he jested.
“He’s not my boyfriend!” I retorted defensively.
“You sound pretty upset for someone who doesn’t have the feels,” Mason teased.
The boy was insufferable.
I walked over to my bed, grabbed a pillow and tossed it at him as hard as I could. Mason caught the pillow and laughed but then he threw me a serious look. A look like a headmaster who was about to discipline a naughty pupil.
Mason tossed the pillow back to my bed and spoke with a fresh tone.
“If you’re not his boyfriend, and you’re still a good boy, prove it. Never throw a pillow at me in this room again, get on your knees and get between my legs.
The sudden shift had my mind reeling but I couldn’t deny that it also had my cock hard. Every part of me wanted to serve Mason, no matter how weird he could be about it.
I dropped to my knees, got to crawling and resolved never to toss pillows at my roommate again as he unbuckled his belt and started to slide down his jeans.
“Take off your clothes, Eli,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you.”
His tone almost made me think he might really be a little jealous of my budding relationship with Taylor.
The carpet bit into my skin right away, rough and cheap under my palms as I crawled the short distance between our beds. My heart slammed in my chest, that mix of thrill and something sharper twisting up when I caught the edge in Mason’s voice. His eyes narrowed just a fraction as he watched me move. Jealousy? From him? It hit me low, sent a jolt straight to my cock, already straining against my jeans. Mason didn’t do jealous. He did cocky. Commanding. Effortless. But there it was, flickering under the surface like a spark he couldn’t stamp out.
“Clothes off, Eli,” he repeated the command low and rough, his jeans already pooling around his ankles. He kicked them aside with a quick flick, standing there in just his briefs. The outline of his thickening cock pressed bold against the gray fabric. His thighs flexed, dense and powerful from all those years flipping through the air. I swallowed hard to keep my mouth from watering. “All of it. Show me you’re still mine to use.”
I fumbled with my shirt first. Yanked it over my head and tossed it toward the foot of his bed. Cool dorm air hit my skin, raised goosebumps along my chest and arms. But it did nothing to cool the heat building low in my gut. My nipples tightened. I felt exposed already, vulnerable in a way that made my pulse race. Next came my jeans. Belt unbuckled in a hurry. Zipper rasping loud in the quiet room. I shoved them down, kicked free, until I was down to my boxers. The front tented obvious, a damp spot already forming where precum had leaked through.
Mason’s gaze raked over me. Slow and deliberate. Like he was inspecting equipment before a routine. His lips curved into that smirk I knew too well. But his eyes burned a little hotter. Held mine a beat too long. “Boxers too. Everything.”
I hooked my thumbs in the waistband. Slid them down. My cock sprang free, charged and ready. It bobbed against my stomach as I knelt back on my heels. I could smell him already. A tang of post-bus sweat mixed with the faint musk of arousal. A sound escaped my lips without thought, faint and needy. A bead of precum welled at the tip of my cock and dripped onto the carpet.
“Good boy,” he murmured. Fuck. The words hit like a reward, made my hole clench on instinct. He palmed himself through his briefs. Squeezed once. The fabric stretched taut over his bulge. “Crawl closer. Show me how sorry you are for even thinking about that pretty boy.”
I did. Inched forward until my knees brushed his feet. My face level with his crotch. Up close, the heat radiating off him was overwhelming. His skin still carried the faint warmth from the bus ride. His thighs dusted with light blond hair that caught the desk lamp’s glow. I pressed my forehead against his leg for a second and nuzzled the hard muscle there. Breathed him in like it could steady me. It didn’t. It just made me harder. My cock throbbed untouched, leaking steady now.
Mason chuckled low. The sound vibrated through his body and into mine. He hooked a finger under my chin and tilted my face up so I had to meet his eyes. His eyes were dark and intense. That jealousy simmering just under the playfulness. “You think Taylor could make you crawl like this? Beg like this?” His free hand dipped into his briefs. Fished out his cock. Thick. Veined. Already fully hard and curving slightly toward his abs. The head glistened. Flushed a deep pink. He stroked it once. Slow. Let a drop of precum pearl at the slit. “Open up.”
My mouth watered. I didn’t hesitate. I leaned in, lips parting wide as I took the head into my mouth. My tongue swirled over the salty-sweet tang of him. He groaned low and satisfied. His hand slid into my hair, not pulling yet, just gripping. It was as if he was anchoring me there. I sucked harder, hollowed my cheeks, worked my tongue along the underside as I bobbed forward. I took more of him until the girth stretched my jaw. His cock bumped the back of my throat. Spit gathered quick. It dripped down my chin. I gagged softly when he flexed his hips, testing me.
“Fuck, yeah,” he muttered. Voice roughening as he started to thrust. Shallow at first, then deeper. He used my mouth like it was his to claim. “That’s it. Take it all. Remind me why you’re the best roomie there is.” His fingers tightened in my hair pulling just enough to sting. Mason guided me down until my nose brushed his pubes. The coarse hair tickled my skin. I choked. My eyes watered, but I didn’t pull back. The burn in my throat, the way he filled me so completely, it grounded me. My world narrowed to just this. His cock, his hand, his scent overwhelmed everything.
He fucked my face steady now, hips snapping forward with that gymnast’s precision. Mason was controlled, powerful, relentless now. Spit slicked my chin and trailed down my chest. My cock jerked with every thrust, untouched and aching. I reached down without thinking and wrapped a fist around myself, but Mason caught it. He yanked my arm behind my back with his free hand and pinned it there.
“No,” he growled, pulling out of my mouth with a wet pop. His cock was shiny and slick. He slapped it heavy against my cheek. “You don’t get to touch. Not until I’m done. Hands on your thighs. Spread ’em.”
I obeyed. Palms flat on my legs. Knees sliding wider on the carpet until I felt the air cool against my balls. My hole exposed and twitching. Humiliation burned hot in my cheeks, but it twisted straight into want. My body thrummed with it. Mason stepped back just enough to shove his briefs down and kicked them away. He stood there naked and unashamed, his body a map of lean power. His abs flexed with every breath, thighs corded and strong. His cock stood proud, bobbing slightly. He stroked it lazy, eyes locked on mine.
“Turn around,” his voice came like gravel. “Ass up. Show me what’s mine.”
My legs shook as I spun on my knees and faced away. I planted my hands on the carpet and arched my back. I presented myself like I’d been trained me to. The vulnerability hit hard but my cock leaked steady. I heard him move behind me, the soft thud of his knee hitting the ground. Then his hands were on me, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. His thumbs dug into the dimples at the base of my spine.
“You been thinking about him?” he asked low and dangerous, one hand sliding down between my cheeks, thumb circling my hole teasing. “Taylor? Wondering if he’d fuck you gentle? All sweet and shit?”
I whimpered and pushed back against his touch on instinct. “N-no, Mason. Nothing like that.”
He laughed, dark and pleased, spat twice on my hole and pushed his spit into me. “Liar. But you’ll prove it.” Two fingers pushed in again without warning scissoring me open with a rough efficiency I craved. I gasped but still rocked back to take more. My forehead pressed into the carpet. Mason crooked his fingers and hit that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. I moaned loud, broken, and my cock jerked untouched.
“Fuck, listen to you,” he muttered adding a third finger. “So greedy for it. This hole’s molded to me now. Knows who owns it.” His free hand cracked against my ass. The slap echoed sharp. Heat bloomed across my skin. I yelped and clenched around his fingers. Mason thrust harder. “That’s right. Tighten up for me. Gonna wreck you so good you forget anyone else’s name.”
I was babbling by then. Nonsense pleas. His name tangled in moans. Mason kept working me open, fingers plunging wet and deep, thumb occasionally brushing my balls. When he finally pulled out, I whined at the emptiness.
“Shh.” He soothed it almost mocking as he lined up behind me. The blunt head of his cock nudged my hole slick with lube. He gripped my hips bruising tight. “Gonna fill you up. Make you mine all over again.” He pushed in slow at first, just the head breaching me. He stretched me wide and I keened. The burn twisted into pleasure as he sank deeper, Inch by thick inch, until his hips met my ass.
For a second, he stilled, both of us breathing ragged, his cock pulsing hot inside me. I could feel every vein, every throb. I was in his throw and I clenched around him milking him without meaning to. Mason hissed nails digging into my skin. “Fuck, Eli. So tight. So perfect.”
Then he moved pulling back slowly. He dragged against my walls before slamming home hard enough to jolt me forward. The pace built fast and brutal his hips snapping against my ass. The sound of skin slapping was loud and obscene his balls smacking my taint with every thrust. I braced on my forearms moaning into the carpet. The world blurred to just the fullness and the friction, the way he owned every inch of me. His hand slid up my spine and fisted my hair yanking my head back. It arched me deeper and forced me to take him at a new angle that hit that spot relentless.
“Yeah, take it.” He grunted it as he pounded harder sweat dripping from his chest onto my back. His palm cracked down on my ass again. I gasped and tightened around him. He groaned in response and slapped the other cheek. Harder this time. “This what you need? Me wrecking you? Not some soft talk on a bus?”
“Yes. Fuck, Mason, yes.” I shrieked, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity. My cock was trapped against my stomach, grinding into the carpet with every thrust. The pressure was building fast, coiling tight in my gut, but Mason didn’t touch me. He just kept pounding slapping my ass between thrusts. Each smack pulled a yelp from my throat making me tighten around him more.
Suddenly he shifted his angle and drove deeper his free hand gripping my hip so hard it would bruise tomorrow. “Gonna cum in you. Fill this hole up,” his voice broke rough. His hips stuttered as he chased his orgasm. One last slap landed hard across my ass the sting sharp enough to make me buck. Then Mason slammed in deep and buried to the hilt. He groaned loud as he pulsed inside me hot jets of cum flooding me deep. His grip on my hair finally started loosening as he rode it out, thrusting shallow to push every drop home.
“Fuck, roomie,” he said. “You’ve still got it.”
I could feel him slowly start to withdraw his cock from my battered hole, as a flood of his cum followed and the feeling of emptiness that followed was sudden and unwelcome. Mason slapped my ass hard again for good measure then walked off to clean himself off.
I lay there on the floor confused about what had just happened. Was Mason really jealous of Taylor? Did he really want to own me? He didn’t seem to mind sharing me with Casper, what made Taylor different?
So much to figure out. For now though, I had a lot of Mason’s cum to clean out of my hole. I had the rest of the year to figure out everything else.
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