My thighs shook like crazy, the burn from that massive stretch radiating through my core, making it impossible to stay still or even think straight. Mason's cock throbbed deep inside my hole, touching spots I'd never felt before.
It was so deep, hidden nerves firing off in ways that had my vision blurring. It was like he was splitting me open from the inside out, that fat shaft owning every inch of my ass, the pressure building low in my gut.
I trembled hard, gripping his pecs tighter, trying not to lose it right there.
"You okay, bro?" Mason's voice cut through the haze, rough but concerned.
His large paws were on my ass cheeks, holding me in place without pushing. They perfectly wrapped against my smooth ass and I could feel him massaging them from time to time. I could feel, beneath his hands, the roughness shaped by years of climbing and lifting. They were both gentle and powerful, textured by use.
His eyes locked on mine, that cocky glint mixed with real protectiveness, like he was spotting me through a heavy squat:
"Say something man, you're good?"
"It's so much... fuck." I said, searching for words. "Never had..."
"Do you want to stop?"
"FUCK NO Mason" I heard myself shout.
"That's hot bro. Thanks." He said calmly, surprised by my change of tone. "Your hole clenching so hard."
His dick was a monster, stretching my rim to its limit, but goddamn, it felt perfect, like it was made to wreck me just right. What if Mason would be the last cock I could ever get?
"It's the... the best fucking cock I've ever had." I gasped out, my voice shaking too.
I immediately felt his cock pulsing hard inside me, hot and unyielding.
He grinned wide, that bro smirk lighting up his face, his balls twitching up against my ass:
"Hell yeah, yoga boy. Love hearing that." His right hand came to smack my cheek, not in a brutal way, just like if he was doing a hive five again (only with my ass lol).
"We can chill like this a bit if you want. Let your pussy get used to it."
His thumbs rubbed circles on my skin, soothing the tremble.
"Yes, please... wait a bit," I begged, breath hitching, leaning forward more to brace on his chest.
"I'm not moving bro."
The ache throbbed, but it was morphing into this hungry pull, my body begging for more despite the size.
We sat there with the TV droning on about some epic climb, but all I could focus on was the way his helmet pressed against my walls, filling me so completely it hurt good. After what felt like forever, the sting eased enough for me to move. It was time.
I lifted slow, rising up his long pole, my hole dragging slick along the veiny shaft, around halfway. I didn't want to go for the deep thrusts right now, that seemed to dangerous. Instead, I braced myself and plunged back down, hard and deliberate, impaling myself ballsdeep in one go.
My ass met his large set of nuts, his thick cock burying to the hilt, the glans slamming right into my guts. A jolt shot through me, electric and weird, making my dick leak pre in a steady drip onto his abs.
Fuck! I felt it. I felt his glans rub against it again.
Mason didn't thrust or anything, he was a very patient partner this time, which felt great. He just held my ass firm with those strong hands, fingers digging into the meat of my cheeks, spreading me wider as I bounced careful.
"Shit.... that's crazy," he groaned, voice gravelly, eyes half-lidded as he watched my hole swallow his dick over and over. "Your hole is like milking every inch. Keep bouncing like that, yeah?"
His balls bounced light against my skin with each drop, heavy and full, the musk rising sharp from his crotch, mixing with the lotion's slick scent.
I took my time, rising and plunging steady, feeling his fat glans rub that spot inside every time. My prostate was lighting up like fireworks, sending waves of pleasure that made my legs quake harder. It was intense, that weird pressure building, my hole stretched obscene around his base, rim burning from the friction.
To steady myself, I gripped his pecs even tighter if possible, massaging the hard muscle, thumbs circling the firm slabs like I was kneading dough. Mason grunted low, chest heaving under my hands.
"Damn bro you do love those nips. Feels good. Keep it up." His voice had that teasing edge, but his hips stayed still, letting me control the bounce, his cock throbbing deep as I rode him slow.
"I fucking love them," I admitted without any shame. "Can I... can I suck on them ?"
Mason seemed surprised. It must have been the first time anyone had ever asked him that. And yet, I’m sure that if I’d ever been his girlfriend, I would have jumped at the chance without hesitation.
Like, how could anyone not want to taste it?
"Sure, bro, go on and taste 'em,'" he rumbled, hand sliding up to cradle the back of my head, encouraging without forcing.
I didn't hesitate.
I just dove in to suck those nips raw. They were so warm and round, coated with sweat, which gave the some nice salty taste. I devoured one pec, mouth latching onto his nipple, sucking hard like I was kissing him full-on.
The butterflies that were filling my stomach so far didn’t just stay in there anymore, they went feral. They climbed up my chest, rushed into my throat, and did something unhelpful to my ability to think straight. Being pressed against him like that, finally, felt unreal, like my brain was lagging behind my body and refusing to accept that this was actually happening. I was about to suck on those beautiful gymbro pecs for the very first time.
My tongue swirled over the hard bud, teeth grazing light, devouring him like he was my whole world (and he was, really). The muscle started flexing under my assault, responding to my hunger.
I stopped moving then, ass clenching around his cock buried deep, lost in the taste of his pecs, moaning loud against his skin.
Mason took the cue, his dominant side kicking in slow: strong hands gripping my ass tighter, lifting me up his shaft just enough before pulling me back down, making me bounce on that fat cock with controlled thrusts. He moved only my ass, impaling me deliberate, the slide wet and slow, his glans hitting against my prostate again and again.
"Yeah, bro... ride it like that," he growled with a thick voice.
I moaned in delight and lust, mouth switching to his other nip, sucking harder while he bounced me steady on his dick. The stretch burned fresh, pleasure spiking wild, my hole gripping him desperate as he took control inch by inch.
Mason kept that rhythm going but started to increase the intensity, lifting and dropping me harder now onto his thick cock. Each slam down buried his fat shaft ballsdeep, my hole stretching wide around the base, rim burning hot from the friction as his veiny length dragged against my walls.
It was relentless.
His hips even began to move a bit, bucking into me, making sure I was totally impaled on his cock with each thrust, hitting my prostate like a hammer, sending shockwaves through my core that made my mouth in unexpected ways.
Sweat poured off him quickly, this guy was a steam machine at this point, filling the room thick with his musk. All I could head now was the echo of the slaps my ass was making on his balls with every thrust. I couldn’t even hear myself moaning anymore but I'm sure his neighbors were hearing pretty much everything.
I was out of control, weird sounds ripping from my throat raw and uncontrolled, prostate waves crashing stronger, building this insane pressure low in my gut like I was gonna burst.
"Oh fuck, Mason... yes, harder," I gasped, mouth still latched on his nip, sucking sloppy while he fucked me steady, owning my hole completely.
"You like this cock, bro? Like me fucking you like this, making you bounce on my dick?"
Mason growled, his breath hot against my ear as he slammed me down again, the full length spearing me open.
"Fuck yeah, I do Mason!" I screamed, head thrown back, the words exploding out as another wave hit, my hole clenching desperate around his girth.
It was too much, too good.
His thickness splitting me, filling every inch, the tease of his size play driving me insane.
He chuckled low, that cocky bro vibe kicking in full:
Shit, you take me so well now. Trained you good to handle this dick, yoga boy." His hands squeezed my ass harder, spreading my cheeks to let him plunge deeper, the stretch pulling a whine from me.
"It's fucking huge... I fucking love your cock, Mason," I panted, voice breaking, leaning in to nip at his jaw, my body on fire from the invasion, craving every brutal inch despite the ache.
"Yeah? You falling for my cock bro?," he teased, gladness thick in his tone, eyes locked on mine with that dominant gleam.
He kept fucking me like that, steady and hard, but then he amped it—flexing his pecs under my grip with each slam, the muscles jumping solid against my palms, making me squeeze them tighter.
He pulled out almost all the way, his cockhead tugging at my rim, slick with lotion and my own juices, before shoving back in long, deep strokes that nearly wrecked me. The slide was obscene, wet and slow at first, then faster, his hips snapping up to bury himself to the hilt, balls slapping loud, the head grinding my prostate raw.
Those long strokes built it higher, the waves turning into a storm inside me—prostate throbbing, swelling under the assault, pressure coiling tight like a spring ready to snap.
I felt something weird coming, that feeling that had been growing inside of me for minutes now, reaching a point of non return.
Lost in the pleasure, I twisted his nipples hard with broken moans escaping from my mouth:
"Mason... Fuck! it's... it's coming," I whimpered.
Fear was flickering through the haze. What if he freaked our with my cum on him?
But I couldn't stop. I couldn’t tell him to stop right now. This was just too good.
He slammed deep again, flexing those pecs hard, voice dropping to a grunt.:
"You coming from my dick? That's fucking hot man!" His eyes widened a bit, but not in shock, more like awe and pride, loving that he was the one pushing me over, his cock twitching inside as he felt my hole spasm.
"FUCK! MASON!" I screamed his name, the prostate orgasm exploding in waves through my back and core, ripping me apart from the inside.
It hit like nothing else (the strongest fucking feeling I'd ever had). It was a pure electric bliss, pulsing from my ass outward, making my vision white out, my body convulsing hard around his shaft.
No cum from my dick yet, just this deep, rolling climax that kept going, waves crashing one after another, my hole milking him frantic as I shook and cried out, moans turning to desperate sobs of pleasure. He was slowing his thrusts just enough to let me ride it out without pulling free.
But I couldn’t ride him anymore.
I was a shaking mess, not a man anymore.
"Mason! Mason! Fuck, Mason!"
What happened next was life-changing.
As I was screaming his name in agony, I felt his large hands held me steady, protective even and he made me rest my head on his shoulder, tapping my back slowly:
"That's it. Come for my cock." he murmured.
I collapsed against him, arms wrapping tight around his powerful body, face buried in the crook of his shoulder, breathing ragged and hard. The climax dragged on, maybe two minutes easy of endless moans and cries.
When the waves started to fade, my body couldn’t stop jerking with aftershocks, my prostate still fluttering around his buried dick. Sweat soaked us both, my hole was clenching weak now, stretched and full.
Mason had stopped fucking completely, his cock lodged deep but still, hands shifting to wrap around my back, holding me close in his muscly arms.
"It's okay... I got you Jonas," he whispered.
As he was rubbing slow circles on my skin, I trembled through the last waves, safe and wrecked in his grip. No jokes. No commentary. No “bro this” or “man that.” Just quiet. His warmth everywhere, steady and grounding, his breathing slow against me, my own syncing up without me even trying.
I remember thinking how simple it all was. No tension, no performance, no pretending to be anything other than two guys trusting each other enough to stay still like that and enjoy the pure physical contact.
Yes, that was the moment I knew Mason was the man made for me. That no one else could ever give me what he had just given me. Being that close to him, being held without conditions, being so into him that even his breath is honey for your ears. I was made to be in that position, with his fat dick buried in my ass like that, in the most basic, human way.
Pure trust, no words needed.
I kid you not, if happiness had a physical form, it would’ve felt exactly like that silence between us.
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