We stayed locked like that for what felt like forever, my body still humming from the aftershocks of that insane prostate orgasm, every nerve fried and sensitive. Mason's arms wrapped tight around me, his beefy chest pressing against mine, all that hard muscle warm and solid under my cheek. I could hear his heart beating slow and steady.
Thump-thump.
Thump-thump.
The rhythm pulling me down from the high, easing the tremors in my limbs until I melted against him.
His cock was still buried ballsdeep in my stretched hole, thick and still rock hard, my rim pulsing weak around his base, slick with lotion and sweat.
Fuck, it was such an intimate moment.
His breath ruffling my hair, one hand stroking my back in lazy circles, the other cupping my ass cheek like he owned it.
I nuzzled closer, inhaling his musky scent, all sweat and man, feeling safe in his dominant hold even as my hole ached from the pounding.
After a while, he shifted just a bit, his voice rumbling low against my ear:
"That was wild. You good? " He paused, unsure. "Think I could fuck you again?"
I hesitated. You could tell the stud wanted more out of my ass. And you know me... I was weak to this guy's energy. I wanted to please him so badly. After all, he'd given me the best fucking release of my life, made me scream his name without even touching my cock.
I know it could be too much but... I wanted to try anyway.
"Go for it," I murmured.
There was no real conviction behind it, just this urge to keep him happy, to keep that cocky grin on his face.
He grunted approval, hands gripping my hips firmer, starting to lift me slow.
But the second he pulled back an inch, pain lanced through my ass like fire.
Fuuuck!
My hole felt too raw. Too sensitive from the brutal stretching and those endless waves. It burned really badly. The friction on my inflamed rim made me gasp and clench involuntary on his cock:
"Fuck! stop, Mason!" I cried. "Please, it's too much..."
"Shit, sorry bro." He froze instantly.
"My ass... it's so sensitive right now," I begged, voice cracking.
My hands were pushing at his chest as tears pricked my eyes.
"You're doing amazing, taking all this dick like a champ. We'll stop. No rush."'
His tone was tender, his eyes were searching mine as he held me steady, cock still halfway in but not moving.
I nodded, panting through the sting, promising quick.
"Next time... you'll fuck me longer, I swear. Just... not now."
"I know. I'm so proud of you. Real proud," he said.
The, Mason started lifting me again, super slow this time.
His rock-hard cock sliding out inch by agonizing inch. I moaned the whole way, low and broken, the drag pulling at my walls, my hole gaping empty as the thick shaft emerged, veiny and slick with precum and the lube, finally popping free with a wet suck.
I glanced down, mesmerized.
Fuck.
How the hell had I taken all that?
That feeling when you realize how much cock u just took inside. It's almost absurd how your body can adapt to things like that. That was easily nine inches of girthy meat, glistening with lotion, my ass juices coating it like I'd marked him.
My rim fluttered, stretched loose and puffy, a dull throb settling in as air hit the raw skin.
Mason eased me off his lap onto the couch, my legs shaky as I slumped there, ass leaking a bit of lotion onto the cushion.
He stood up, cock bobbing heavy between his thighs, balls hanging low and still full:
"Hang tight bro," he muttered, padding naked to the bathroom, his muscly ass flexing with each step, broad shoulders rolling.
He came back quick with a towel and a bottle of water, tossing me the bottle first.
"Drink up, bro. You earned it."
I chugged half of it in no time, the cool liquid soothing my parched throat. He started drying himself off, rubbing the towel over his sweat-slick chest, down those ripped abs, then gripping his cock to wipe it clean.
The sight made my spent dick twitch despite the ache. His thickness in his big hand, casually handling it like it was no big deal.
As he toweled his thighs, he glanced at me, eyes dark with leftover heat.
"That was so fucking hot, the way you moaned. Like you couldn't control it, all real and raw." He said while stroking the skin around his helmet a bit. "Never thought I'd be ballsdeep in a dude's ass, but shit, it felt great."
I blushed hard, sipping more water, the praise hitting deep. '
"Yeah? Glad it did... for you too."
"Yeah, your hole gripping me like that... fucking addictive."
He chuckled, that cocky bro laugh, dropping the towel and coming over.
Before I could move, he scooped me up effortless, one arm under my knees, the other around my back, lifting me like I weighed nothing. Naked skin to naked skin, my lean frame pressed against his powerful build
Shit.
Why did he have to do that?
I was his damn yoga teacher.
I wasn't some girl he had just fucked.
Or was I?
I felt so good in his hold, feeling his muscles bulging as he carried me toward the bedroom.
"Time to crash. You need rest after that."
I wrapped an arm around his neck, head on his shoulder, the sway of his steps making my sensitive hole twinge, but in a good way now.
Mason, did you just decide I was sleeping in your bed tonight?
Because I would love to.
The bedroom door loomed open. The bed had a large and thick mattress. He lowered me onto the sheets, his body following close.
Fuck I was melting for real.
Mason lowered me onto the cool sheets, his strong hands gentle as he arranged my body, pulling the covers up just enough to trap our shared heat.
But he didn't let go. Of course he didn't.
Instead, he slid in behind me, his intimidating frame curling around mine like a wall of muscle and warmth. I became the little spoon without a word, my back pressed against his broad chest, his thick arm wrapping tight around my waist, his hand splaying possessively over my stomach.
"Night Jonas. Thanks for tonight."
Fuck me.
How can your find sleep with such a stud right behind you?
"Thank you Mason."
Love you.
I thought about adding that, but I feared ruining the moment. Mason seemed to have changed a lot since we met. The fuck session was maybe the most evident shift. But maybe... maybe that was a bit too early for him.
It was too early for me already!
He radiated raw masculine energy so bad I couldn't focus on anything else. All that hard, sweat-damp skin enveloping me, his breath hot on my neck as he settled in. It felt so goddamn good and natural, like body was made to fit right here, tucked into his dominant hold.
My sore ass nestled back against his crotch, the cheeks still burning from the earlier pounding, my hole gaping a bit, slick and coated with his leaking precum that dribbled out like I'd actually taken his load deep.
The thought made my face flush as I imagined his thick cum sloshing inside me, marking me from the inside out.
Shit, I needed his load so bad.
I sighed.
Next time Mason, I promise.
His cock, still rock-hard and heavy, pressed against my ass crack, the veiny length nestling between my cheeks like it owned the space. Every shift sent a spark through my sensitive skin, my hole twitching involuntarily, craving more even as it protested.
Mason's voice rumbled low, steady and calm against my ear:
"I've never been... this close with a dude before." He paused, caressing my belly with his hand. "Never slept like this but I kinda want to. You fine with it?"
I nodded, hiding my big stupid smile.
His words were honest, no cocky edge, just this tender curiosity seeping through his bro vibe, his arms tightening a fraction, pulling me impossibly closer.
I turned my head a little towards him:
"Keep me close to you, Mason. Feels perfect..."
My heart pounding as his cock nudged harder between my ass cheeks, the fat head bumping right against my puffy rim. Heat flooded me. He grunted, shifting his hips so his thick shaft slid deeper into the crease, the heat of his huge penis searing my skin. Precum oozed from his slit, smearing hot and sticky along my crack, coating my cheeks and trickling toward my entrance.
"You know, watching you lose your shit like that is was... fuck, that was hot."
"I'm sorry I couldn't make you cum though."
"Don't be... I loved it."
My ass pushed back instinctively at his leaking cock, the helmet trying to enter my still painful hole.
He chuckled low, the vibration rumbling through his chest into mine:
"Actually, I loved seeing you cum without even stroking that dick of yours. But... got questions."
Well... here we go back to teaching Mason I guess lol.
"That prostate thing.. why didn't you actually shoot?"
I smiled in the dark, his curiosity was always around the corner.
"Yeah, it's a prostate orgasm. Your cock rubbed against it just right, over and over. Sometimes, bottoms can cum hands free when it's stimulated like that. It's a longer, stronger and weirder kind of orgasm. And I... well I had never had one before."
He was listening so carefully, breath even, body slowly moving against mine. I could more of his precum and lube coating his helmet just at the entrance of my hole.
"Fuck, that's cool as shit," he murmured, awe in his tone, his hand squeezing my hip now.
"Never knew dudes could do that. Sounds intense." He paused, then pressed on, his curious tone steady. "And that day, when I fucked your throat... I came like twice in a row, right? What was that? Never had this before with anyone."
I swallowed, the memory flooding back: his thick cock choking me, balls slapping my chin as I gagged and spurted without control.
"I think that's what we call a ruined orgasm. It's when you edge so close, but it gets messed up. Like, you were about to blow, but you stopped moving and the orgasm kinda starts but at the same time it doesn't feel enough stimulation so it stops in the middle."
"So was it like one load or two in chain?"
"I actually don't even know." I pondered. "Thing I know is, you cummed so much that day."
Mason let out a deep, impressed grunt, his arms flexing around me:
"That's sick, bro. Fucking cool. Didn't know orgasms could work that way. You're full of surprises, Jonas."
As sleep was finally coming, I felt his hips rock forward just a bit, that massive head dribbling right at the entrance, hot and thick, threatening to push in as the night was engulfing me.
I won't be able to wait long, fuck.
- - -
Sunday morning came way too early.
I woke up already warm. Not a nice cozy warm.
Why is December so hot suddenly?"
The kind of warm that makes you very aware that you are not alone in a bed that is definitely not yours but belongs to a complete stud.
The covers were somewhere around my waist and Mason was right there next to me, still asleep, still massive, still radiating heat like a human furnace who refuses to power down. He had turned to his back during the night, but I could still feel the warmth he had left on my back, and the crust around my hole told me that his cock had probably spent a good amount of time searching for an entrance.
I couldn't sleep that much that night. Not because anything happened, mind you, but because Mason sleeps like a damn starfish who lifts weights. He’d kept drifting closer during the night, one arm here, a leg there, breathing slow and deep, like he was completely at peace. Meanwhile, I’d spent hours staring at the ceiling thinking:
Cool cool cool, so this is my life now.
So there I was, awake, watching him sleep.
His face was softer like that. Just calm. His brown hair messy, chest rising and falling steadily. I remember thinking, very seriously, that this man could not possibly be real. Who sleeps like that? Who looks that peaceful after completely switching to boyfriend mode?
My brain kept replaying everything from last night on a loop.
The closeness. His lap. His huge cock buried deep in my hole. The climax. The silence we shared together. That shift. the kind you feel more than you understand. Like we’d crossed something without naming it, and now there was no going back to “just before.”
He stirred a little, mumbling something unintelligible, pulling the covers back up without waking, and I froze like I’d been caught doing something illegal. Then I relaxed again, because apparently this was just where I belonged this morning.
I didn’t dare getting up.
Not because I was tired, because I was very aware that I was alone in a flat that wasn’t mine, naked under someone else covers, and that the kitchen probably contained rules I did not yet understand.
Like where the protein shots were. Or whether touching his coffee machine without permission was a crime punishable by bro judgment. I didn't know how he would react. So I stayed put.
Very still.
And I did what any reasonable person would do in that situation: I watched him sleep some more.
I don't know about you, but I kinda think that, sometimes, when you take time watching a person sleeping, they kinda feel it. I know it doesn't make any sense, but maybe Mason could feel it because he quickly turned to me, eyes still closed, like to give me his body as a present.
One arm thrown over the pillow, his large chest waving, muscles relaxed instead of doing whatever they usually do to intimidate me.
In the morning light, he looked… fucking angelic.
Still massive, still built like he could carry furniture for fun, but calm.
I need to wake up every morning to this sight.
As I was contemplating that potential future, he woke up.
Not gracefully I must admit.
There was a low groan, followed by a very clear, very heartfelt “fuck,” mumbled into the pillow. He shifted, blinked a few times, and then his eyes landed on me.
Right there. Way too close.
There was a split second where I thought he would reject the idea of sleeping with me and finding a dude in his bed. A fraction of second that felt very painful.
This is it. I have broken the spell.
But instead, he smiled.
Not a big grin. Just a sleepy, warm smile, like seeing me there made sense to him. He slapped my arm lightly (a very Mason way of saying hello I guess).
“Mornin’, man”
"Morning."
"Slept well?"
"Yeah." I half-lied. " Thanks for letting me crash here."
"You're welcome. Anytime."
And just like that, he sat up, swung his legs out of bed, and immediately started… exercising.
I kid you not.
Jumping jacks. Right there. Then stretching his shoulders, his back, his legs, like the bedroom was his personal gym. A few push-ups followed, smooth and controlled, down to the floor. I watched from under the covers, equal parts impressed and deeply amused by his serious face while doing it.
“You… always do that?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said between movements. "Gets me going. Ritual thing.”
Of course it was.
He finished, stood up, wiped his face with his hands, completely unbothered by the fact that I was still in his bed, staring at his muscles without any shame.
Then he looked back at me and grinned:
“You good stayin’ here and creeping,” he said casually, “or you wanna use the shower? It’s free.”
Just like that. No tension. No weirdness. Just a proposition.
I stayed under the covers a second longer, smiling like an idiot, thinking how surreal it was that this was my Sunday morning routine now.
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