I’ll be honest: I enjoyed being on Mason’s lap way more than was reasonable for a grown man with some yoga diploma!
It felt so good being on top of his powerfull leg, feet not touching the ground anymore, perched like a bird on his favorite branch.
For him, though? Completely casual. He was still watching the screen, one arm lazily resting behind me, talking like this was just another Tuesday night.
“Man,” he said at some point, “I kinda missed those nights with my ex sometimes. Just chilling like this. No pressure. Just company.”
“Well,” I said, trying to sound normal, “glad I could replace her, then. Lol.”
He actually laughed and shook his head immediately:
“Nah. You’re not replacing her bro. You’re so different. In a good way.”
And then, (this is where my brain fully checked out) his arm wrapped around my waist fully and pressed me a bit into him.
"Come here bro."
Not dramatic. Not sudden. Just a slow, natural pull, like adjusting a pillow. He pressed me closer against him, chest to back, solid and warm and very much there. I could feel his breathing near my hear. His heat. Everything.
Reader, it was the best hug of my entire life. I can't remember a moment were a skin to skin contact made me react like that.
I melted. Fully. Like butter in a (very hot!) pan. My back against his bulging pecs, his forearm snug around my waist, his hand resting there like it belonged. My skin felt ridiculously warm where it touched his, and I had this floaty, euphoric feeling like my body.
Soon, I saw his cock right underneath my own package, it was still rock hard and pulsing, coating the floor with his usual drools of pre. His monster was so much bigger than mine it was not even funny, kinda scary.
Meanwhile, Mason? Still pure bro energy: he squeezed me a little and said:
“Sorry for hurting you bro." he paused. "Back in the sauna. Should'have waited to put it in."
"It's ok man."
"I just... Never wanted to fill up someone so bad. You hole...” His right hand went to caress my inner thigh. "You'll let me try again right?"
I nodded, incapable of words, thinking about how insane it was that this was my former student, this massive, adorable human radiator who had somehow turned into a sexy and loving partner.
Wait... partner? What bullshit is that. What are we even?
Fuckbros?
But as I was thinking about how to name this whole damn thing, I felt Mason grasp something from behind.
"Hold up."
He shifted me off a bit to have a better grip at a bottle from the kitchen counter. It was a clear lotion, half-used.
The label said "lotion for vaginal dryness," silicone and water-based, standard stuff, but I'd never used it before. "Open your hand, bro," he calmly commanded, bringing the bottle closer to me. For a moment, I was a little skeptical: "Uh, are you sure this will work, bro?" I asked, opening my palm.
"Open up bro." He calmly commanded, bringing the bottle closer to me. "Used it with my ex. Helped a lot to fit in her."
He squirted a good amount into my hand.
"You don't have any other lube?" I tried. "For like... ass?"
"Nah. Think I should go buy some?"
"Maybe next time. That'll do I guess."
Mason leaned back, arms draped over the couch, his huge cock now fully hard and curving up, ready for action, precum beading at the slit. I couln't see him, but I'm sure he looked sexy as ever, watching tv while I was about to lube myself for him.
Two fingers first, I reached back and pushed them carefully into my hole, the lotion squelching as I worked them deep, twisting to coat deep. The burn from his last invasion hit again fairly quickly, but I started pushing harder, imagining his girth instead.
"Doing good?" He asked me in a curious way.
"You wanna try fingering me too?" I asked, glancing over my shoulder.
He paused for a few seconds, eyes probably back on the TV's, but then his right hand went between my thighs, brushing my balls for a second.
Fuck yeah, he was going to actually do it.
I removed my fingers and quickly, Mason replaced them with bigger and rougher ones.
He started with only two but it felt like I had added another one inside. He was slow though working me open with practiced twists. The stretch burned just enough to make me gasp, my hips jerking forward involuntarily.
Mason chuckled darkly, curling his fingers inside me, brushing that spot that made my thighs tremble.
"So warm inside," he murmured. "Feels a bit more... textured than a chick's ?" His fingers scissored, stretching me wider, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.
"Shiit. Mason." I couln't contain my moans.
"Yeah, bro... let's stretch that pussy good. Get it loose for me." His voice dropped rough.
His other hand grabbed my left and he pushed me even further towards him, so that both my legs were completely in the air, hole exposed to the television.
"That's some cool posture bro. What should we call it?"
"Fuuuck"
He had just added a third finger, lotion dripping down my taint, the ache mixing with fresh arousal.
"Fuck? That's too simple."
Mason didn’t slow down his fingering. If anything, he pushed harder, his fingers pistoning in and out with rough, deliberate strokes.
"Breathe," he ordered, his voice gravel, and I did, gulping air as my body reluctantly gave way. The pain melted into something thicker, headier, my hole clenching around his knuckles like it was trying to pull him deeper.
"What about Picked-Up Pretzel?" Mason chukled to his own idea. "Picked-Up Pretzel"
Fuck I couln't take it anymore. My cock leaked onto his thigh, the teasing and his stretching fingers making me moan harder and harder for him.
"Ok, that pussy sounds ready." he grunted, pulling off his fingers from my gaping hole and grabed at my right leg. "Now how should we do this?"
"Well.." I hesitated. "That posture is clearly not the easiest. "What about... you stay there and I sit on it."
"Bro..." He was visibly picturing it. "Sounds dope. Turn around."
He made me flip without much care and my cock bounced on his abs.
That seemed to surprise him for a moment. But his look quickly went to my face (still messy with the throatfuck) as his claws found their natural place around my waist.
"Ready?"
I stood up a bit, knees sinking into the couch on each side of his massive frame, my lubed hole hovering inches from his throbbing cockhead. His tank clung to his sweat-damp pecs so well but I wanted to see his nipples better.
"Can you...?" I tried, but he didn't seem to notice, his hands were instead spreading my cheeks wider.
"Think the dick needs more lotion?" He asked a bit unsure. "You lubed it good with your saliva already."
"Oh more lube will never hurt. On the contrary."
I got the lotion again and started to massage his huge cockhead with it slowly, then his shaft, my fingers barely circling the girth. It pulsed hot in my grip, veins thick under the slick, precum mixing with the lube to make it shine obscene.
"Could you remove your top?" I tried again.
"Oh sure man." He executed. "Already too hot in there anywhere."
Well guess who's fault it is?
I stroked from base to tip, feeling the weight, the length that was about to enter me, my back tingling with the rub of it against my skin as I leaned in. His balls churned a bit under my touch, they seemed heavy, the musk rising sharp in the air.
He groaned low, hips bucking up slight.
"Chirst bro. You're so good with it." He complimented me. "Now line it up.'
I stood a bit on shaky legs, knees braced on the couch. This was the moment. Heart hammering, I aligned his fat cockhead right on my lubed hole, the pressure teasing my rim already, stretching it just from the touch. Fuck, it was massive, thicker than three fingers for sure! I prayed silent, my insides burning with anticipation and fear, begging it wouldn't tear me up like last time.
"Let's go." I said,
His strong hands settled on my hips, thumbs pressing into the dimples above my ass, guiding me down with that patient, cocky confidence:
"You'll bounce on it yourself. Control the depth, the pain. That way, I can't hurt."
I nodded, my breath hitching as I started to lower myself, the fat cockhead nudging my lubed rim with hunger.
I pushed down tentative, the pressure building like trying to shove a goddamn beercan up my ass. My hole resisted, puckering tight around the slick tip, stretching just enough to kiss the ridge but not give.
"Shit, Mason... it's huge," I gasped, rocking back up quick, the burn teasing my nerves. Tried again, harder this time, bouncing light on my knees, but nope, same wall, my rim clenching in protest.
Was my hole even made for this?
I grunted, sweat beading on my forehead, pushing a third time, the helmet mashing flat against my entrance, slick popping sounds filling the air as lube smeared everywhere.
I’ll be honest: I enjoyed being on Mason’s lap way more than was reasonable for a grown man with some yoga diploma!
It felt so good being on top of his powerfull leg, feet not touching the ground anymore, perched like a bird on his favorite branch.
For him, though? Completely casual. He was still watching the screen, one arm lazily resting behind me, talking like this was just another Tuesday night.
“Man,” he said at some point, “I kinda missed those nights with my ex sometimes. Just chilling like this. No pressure. Just company.”
“Well,” I said, trying to sound normal, “glad I could replace her, then. Lol.”
He actually laughed and shook his head immediately:
“Nah. You’re not replacing her bro. You’re so different. In a good way.”
And then, (this is where my brain fully checked out) his arm wrapped around my waist fully and pressed me a bit into him.
"Come here bro."
Not dramatic. Not sudden. Just a slow, natural pull, like adjusting a pillow. He pressed me closer against him, chest to back, solid and warm and very much there. I could feel his breathing near my hear. His heat. Everything.
Reader, it was the best hug of my entire life. I can't remember a moment were a skin to skin contact made me react like that.
I melted. Fully. Like butter in a (very hot!) pan. My back against his bulging pecs, his forearm snug around my waist, his hand resting there like it belonged. My skin felt ridiculously warm where it touched his, and I had this floaty, euphoric feeling like my body.
Soon, I saw his cock right underneath my own package, it was still rock hard and pulsing, coating the floor with his usual drools of pre. His monster was so much bigger than mine it was not even funny, kinda scary.
Meanwhile, Mason? Still pure bro energy: he squeezed me a little and said:
“Sorry for hurting you bro." he paused. "Back in the sauna. Should'have waited to put it in."
"It's ok man."
"I just... Never wanted to fill up someone so bad. You hole...” His right hand went to caress my inner thigh. "You'll let me try again right?"
I nodded, incapable of words, thinking about how insane it was that this was my former student, this massive, adorable human radiator who had somehow turned into a sexy and loving partner.
Wait... partner? What bullshit is that. What are we even?
Fuckbros?
But as I was thinking about how to name this whole damn thing, I felt Mason grasp something from behind.
"Hold up."
He shifted me off a bit to have a better grip at a bottle from the kitchen counter. It was a clear lotion, half-used.
The label said "vaginal dryness," silicone and water-based, standard stuff, but I'd never used something like that before.
"Open your hand, bro," he calmly commanded, bringing the bottle closer to me.
For a moment, I was a little skeptical:
"Uh, are you sure this will work, bro?" I asked, opening my palm.
"Used it with my ex. Helped a lot to fit in her."
He squirted a good amount into my hand.
"You don't have any other lube?" I tried. "For like... ass?"
"Nah. Think I should go buy some?"
"I'll grab one next time. That'll do I guess."
Mason leaned back, arms draped over the couch, his huge cock curving up, precum beading at the slit. I couln't see him, but I'm sure he looked sexy as ever, watching tv while I was about to lube myself for him.
Two fingers first, I reached back and pushed them carefully into my hole, the lotion squelching as I worked them deep, twisting to coat deep. The burn from his last invasion hit again fairly quickly, but I started pushing harder, imagining his girth instead.
"Doing good?" He asked me in a curious way.
"You wanna try fingering me too?" I asked, glancing over my shoulder.
He paused for a few seconds, eyes probably back on the TV's, but then his right hand went between my thighs, brushing my balls for a second.
Fuck yeah, he was going to actually do it.
I removed my fingers and quickly, Mason replaced them with bigger and rougher ones.
He started with only two but it felt like I had added another one inside. He was slow though working me open with practiced twists. The stretch burned just enough to make me gasp, my hips jerking forward involuntarily.
Mason chuckled darkly, curling his fingers inside me, brushing that spot that made my thighs tremble.
"So warm inside," he murmured. "Feels a bit more... textured than a chick's ?" His fingers scissored, stretching me wider, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.
"Shiit. Mason." I couln't contain my moans.
"Yeah, bro... let's stretch that pussy good. Get it loose for me." His voice dropped rough.
His other hand grabbed my left and he pushed me even further towards him, so that both my legs were completely in the air, hole exposed to the television.
"That's some cool posture bro. What should we call it?"
"Fuuuck"
He had just added a third finger, lotion dripping down my taint, the ache mixing with fresh arousal.
"Fuck? That's too simple."
Mason didn’t slow down his fingering. If anything, he pushed harder, his fingers pistoning in and out with rough, deliberate strokes.
"Breathe," he ordered, his voice gravel, and I did, gulping air as my body reluctantly gave way. The pain melted into something thicker, headier, my hole clenching around his knuckles like it was trying to pull him deeper.
"What about Picked-Up Pretzel?" Mason chukled to his own idea. "Picked-Up Pretzel"
Fuck I couln't take it anymore. My cock leaked onto his thigh, the teasing and his stretching fingers making me moan harder and harder for him.
"Ok, that pussy sounds ready." he grunted, pulling off his fingers from my gaping hole and grabed at my right leg. "Now how should we do this?"
"Well.." I hesitated. "That posture is clearly not the easiest. "What about... you stay there and I sit on it."
"Bro..." He was visibly picturing it. "Sounds dope. Turn around."
He made me flip without much care and my cock bounced on his abs.
That seemed to surprise him for a moment. But his look quickly went to my face (still messy with the throatfuck) as his claws found their natural place around my waist.
"Ready?"
I stood up a bit, knees sinking into the couch on each side of his massive frame, my lubed hole hovering inches from his throbbing cockhead. His tank clung to his sweat-damp pecs so well but I wanted to see his nipples better.
"Can you...?" I tried, but he didn't seem to notice, his hands were instead spreading my cheeks wider.
"Think the dick needs more lotion?" He asked a bit unsure. "You lubed it good with your saliva already."
"Oh more lube will never hurt. On the contrary."
I got the lotion again and started to massage his huge cockhead with it slowly, then his shaft, my fingers barely circling the girth. It pulsed hot in my grip, veins thick under the slick, precum mixing with the lube to make it shine obscene.
"Could you remove your top?" I tried again.
"Oh sure man." He executed. "Already too hot in there anywhere."
Well guess who's fault it is?
I stroked from base to tip, feeling the weight, the length that was about to enter me, my back tingling with the rub of it against my skin as I leaned in. His balls churned a bit under my touch, they seemed heavy, the musk rising sharp in the air.
He groaned low, hips bucking up slight.
"Chirst bro. You're so good with it." He complimented me.
"Now line it up."
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