"Yeah, breed me Mason, do it!"
This was about to get even wilder.
He bounced me hard on his dick, hands gripping my ass cheeks vise-tight, fingers digging bruises as he used my body like a fucktoy.
Each slam drove him all the way inside of me, his heavy sack slapping my taint wet, the living room filling with the weird squelchy sounds of lube and body fluids.
"Goddamn, I can't get enough of it," he grunted, thrusting up savage, my hole clenching desperate around the girth.
Tears spilled around my eyes now, streaking my cheeks from the forceful brutality, every plunge wrecking my poor ass, prostate sparking wild under the assault. I clawed at his shoulders, moaning broken,.
"Fuck! Mason, it's too much! Your dick's just too..."
"Yeah? Too what?"
"It's too... good!"
He just laughed cocky, pounding harder, his muscled arms flexing as he carried me around the room, impaled full on his shlong. The TV droned in the background: some basketball game, cheers and buzzer—but it pulled his eyes every few slams, distracting him mid-thrust.
"Please, Mason... FUCK! Could you... Turn it off?," I begged, voice wrecked, my ass bouncing full force in his powerful grip.
Mason smirked, not missing a beat, still buried deep inside me:
"Oh? You want my full attention on your hole?" He shifted, one hand reaching for the remote on the small table without pulling out, clicking it off mid-play.
The screen went dark, silence amplifying the wet smacks of his cock railing my ass. What a stud, fucking me relentless while multitasking like it was nothing. Now focused, he ramped up, broader strokes pulling almost out, my rim dragging his veins, before slamming home harder, grunting animal with each deep plow.
I was truly impaled like a cheap whore.
"Hugh! Hugh! Hugh! Take it!"
Watching Mason work out was a whole different kind of revelation, one I really hadn’t prepared myself for. He moved with this raw, contained energy, like every thrust inside my ass had a purpose beyond fucking me.
“Take that cock!”
He was deeply focused on his task: his eyes narrowed just a little, completely locked into what his body was doing, and I swear the room felt warmer just from that concentration alone and the way it went through my whole body.
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. He was plowing me with such an intensity.
Mason’s strength wasn’t about showing off, it was about presence, about taking up space without asking permission and making room inside my body for his massive dick, making sure it was carving a perfect hole for his pleasure. And I was more than happy to let him do that!
« Damn, could fuck you... like that... all day long Jonas ! »
I felt my face heat up, my body reacting before my brain could catch up, my heart racing like I was the one doing a hard workout. Being man-handled like that, watching him reset his grip and roll his shoulders like it was nothing, I realized just how powerful that raw dominance was and how completely undone I was by it.
Suddenly, his left leg shifted and his cock hit me with a new angle, his helmet hammering my prostate dead-on, that deep, weird stimulation building fast, waves coiling tight in my guts. I shook uncontrollable, body trembling in his hold, cock leaking steady against his abs.
"Mason! Fuck, your cock's gonna make me squirt again! Shit!" I gasped, tears flowing free.
His eyes lit hungry, thrusting even harder, balls churning against me:
"Hell yeah, love hearin' that. Where's it feel good? Tell me."
This was like a new challenge for him. Making his yoga teacher cum hands free again. Maybe multiple times! He couldn’t resist it!
"Right there! There!"
"Here?" He positioned his cock a bit lower inside me.
"Yeah... Exactly" I could feel the pressure in my bladder going up.
"That's your G-spot right?"
"Fuck yeeeeah!"
"All right then let me change posture. Gonna pound it right."
I cried, guiding him desperate. He adjusted quick, orienting his hips, cock spearing at the perfect angle. Then he pinned my back against the wall, cool plaster shocking my sweat-slick skin, legs hooked over his elbows.
No escape now.
A non-stop fucking machine, each slam hitting my prostate relentless, the brutal rhythm building that fire hotter.
"Like this?"'
"Yeah" I cried, fearing of actually loosing my piss everywhere.
"Fuck lets go then." He growled, sweat dripping from his pecs, massive cock owning my hole, stretching me to the limit.
I screamed his name in agony, body shaking violent, the waves cresting unstoppable.
"Mason! Ah, Fuck! It's comin'!"
My prostate exploded in raw bliss, untouched orgasm ripping through me, cum spurting hot ropes across his chest in thick jets.
"MASON!!!"
No hands, just his dick milking me dry, ass clenching vise around his thickness, every twitch dragging out the pleasure-pain.
Stars burst behind my eyes, guts sloshing from the force, hole gaping wider with each pulse, the anal climax wrecking me complete: shuddering, moaning broken, lost in the stretch of his huge cock buried deep.
Mason swore with every thrust, voice gravelly:
"Fucking hell, I love your hole so much!"
"I love yo..." But he didn't let me finish.
He bucked hard against me, with his eyes locking onto mine like a predator claiming his kill, dark with raw desire and that cocky domination that made my knees weak even as he held me pinned.
Sweat poured down his muscled chest, dripping onto my spent cock still twitching from the orgasm I just had, his massive dick buried balls-deep in my wrecked hole, stretching me so wide I felt every vein pulsing against my walls.
"Fuck, babe, you came so hard on my cock... now it's my turn!" he growled, voice thick with need, hips snapping forward brutal.
He slammed me harder and harder against the wall, the plaster biting into my back with each thrust, his strong arms flexing as he hooked my legs wider, spreading my ass cheeks apart. No mercy: just raw, urgent pounding, his thick cock plowing in and out, dragging my rim raw, the squelch of lube mixing loud in the room.
“Nngh—!” My moans were broken by his moves.
He was pounding against the wall so roughly, it honestly looked like he was trying to pin me to the wall through sheer willpower. I was stuck there, watching the sweat pouring down his forehead, tracing the lines of his face, dripping from his jaw, impaled on his nail, completely lost in it. Each punch landed heavier than the last, a dull thud echoing through the room as I had to endure it, no escape possible.
“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Come on.”
His shoulders rolled with every strike, muscles bunching and releasing in a brutal, almost hypnotic rhythm. Arms snapped forward, hips followed, whole body committed to each blow. I could see the veins standing out now, his breath sharp and controlled, teeth clenched like he was unloading something deeper than just energy. My ass slammed back into place again and again, and Mason chased it, relentless, powerful, terrifyingly focused on destroying it.
“Ngh… Ugh. So fucking tight !” He kept grunting against me.
I couldn’t look away, even when my legs felt weak, even when my palms were damp, even when I realized that this raw, unstoppable side of him was doing something irreversible to me. Mason wasn’t performing or showing off; he was in it. And standing there, watching him pour all that strength into every punch, I felt small, dizzy, and completely undone.
I gasped, body still shaking from the climax, oversensitive nerves firing wild as his helmet hammered my prostate again, sparks of too-much pleasure-pain shooting through my core.
"Mason! Shit, too sensitive! Your dick's too big," I moaned, tears blurring my vision, but he just grinned feral, eyes never leaving mine, dominating every inch of me.
"Shit, gonna cum inside of you Jonas, you ready?" he grunted, thrusting deeper, balls slapping my ass wet and heavy. The build in him was obvious: his cock swelling thicker inside me, twitching urgent, precum leaking hot to slick the way.
Then it hit: one final, savage slam balls-deep, his pubes grinding against my cheeks, and I felt the eruption!
"ONE! FUUUCK!" He grunted.
Hot, thick seed blasting deep into my guts, flooding my channel with the first massive rope. It burned warm, filling me instant, pressure building as his cock pulsed hard.
"Fucking take it!", Mason growled through gritted teeth, eyes blazing into mine, full of that bro-domination that had me submitting complete.
Damn...
The volume and strengh and that blast.
That was nothing like I've felt before.
Just like gallons of warm juice deeply injected in me.
He didn't pull out far, just pumped his full dick hard between blasts, churning the cum inside me, making it overflow around his girth. Wet bubbles formed at my rim, squirting out with each deliberate stroke, splattering the floor in obscene plops, my hole too stretched to hold it all. The sensation was insane. His seed leaking down my crack, cooling on my skin, while more heat pumped in.
"TWO... FUCK!"
The second blast hit stronger, his cock jerking deep, unloading another fat rope that sloshed against my walls, mixing with the first.
You know when guys tell you that they fill your cumblasts inside their asses, well most of the time it's bullshit. They tell your that for you to feel good and strong. Truth is, Mason was the only guy who actually cummed so hard that I could feel it properly.
"Good job" he praised, voice rough, pumping hard again, fucking the mess out.
I whimpered, the fullness overwhelming, every nerve raw from the stretch, his eyes holding mine captive, lust dripping like his sweat.
"Stay with me! SHIT! THREE!"
Third blast erupted, hotter, thicker, his balls contracting tight against me as he buried deep, seed jetting forceful into my core, the pressure making my guts ache good, waves of heat spreading.
"Keep takin' it! Grrh !” he groaned, locking eyes harder, domination raw in his stare. He thrust full-length slow, cock sliding through the slick cum, pushing previous loads out in gushes, bubbling white froth coating his dick, squirting messy onto the floor, pooling sticky under us.
The afternoon light shifted without warning, as if the world itself had leaned closer to watch him cum inside of me. My body trembled, sore rim gaping wider with each pump, the overflow tickling my taint, scent of his musk heavy in the air.
By the fourth, I was moaning broken, lost in the sensation, his cock twitching violent inside, blasting another rope that filled me to bursting, cum sloshing audible with the movement.
"Still more to pump, don't you quit on me," Mason commanded, eyes fierce, sweat beading on his brow as he dominated the pace.
Slow fucks between, his full shlong churning the load, making it erupt around us, cum squirting in arcs to the floor, the obscene wet sounds echoing, my ass cheeks slick and shiny from the mess. The ache built deep, his seed warm and heavy, stretching my hole beyond limit.
Fifth blast was the worst: his hips bucked wild, cock ejecting a powerful warm load midway, till I felt it swell, pressure building inside:
"FIVE BABY! Good job!" he roared, eyes full with lust as he pumped slow inside of me one last time.
I felt something weird going on down there. Like if my body had stopped working correctly. Wrecked by Mason’s fat meat.
Fuck no! Not now!
But my hole couldn't take more: gaping ruined from the ravaging, rim loose and pulsing, it pushed back against his girth. With a wet pop, his dick ejected, his blasts half lost, hot ropes shooting across my ass and the floor in thick spurts, bubbling out from my wrecked asshole in a gush, squirting messy as cum poured free. The sound was filthy, like a dam breaking, white streams hitting the ground in puddles, my hole twitching empty now, unable to clench shut completely.
Mason panted heavy, cock still twitching in his hand, spent loads dripping from the tip, eyes finally softening a bit but still holding that dominant gleam.
A raw of golden light spilled through the windows in slow, bright bands, catching the dust in the air and turning it into something soft and unreal, and I suddenly felt like I was standing inside a truth I’d been circling for a long time.
With Mason still holding me, close enough that I could feel his breath and the steady calm of his body, everything inside me clicked into place and I felt the butterflies flying again in me.
He lowered himself slowly sliding me down the wall, legs jelly, ass throbbing empty and full at once, cum leaking steady from the gape, pooling under me.
"Fuck, Jonas, you OK?"
I understood then, quietly, without panic, that what I felt wasn’t just admiration or some silly crush I’d been downplaying.
"Hmm, you wrecked me good," I whispered, voice hoarse, body humming from the brutal fill, craving whatever came next in this endless hunger. "Maybe too much though."
It was love, simple and terrifying and honest, and admitting it to myself felt less like a confession and more like relief.
"Sorry." Mason said while squatting over me. "Felt so good."
There was no rush, no fireworks. Just a deep, grounding certainty that settled in my chest and made me feel oddly whole.
"It's OK. I loved it. Every second of it."
Being this close to him...
"You hurt?" His right hand came to grab at my chin, making me look at him.
"That was a lot to take."
It made the world feel lighter.
"Yeah... felt insane. Probably the most intense climax I ever had."
Clearer.
Wrapped in his arms, bathed in that warm afternoon glow, I felt complete in a way I hadn’t even known I was missing. My thoughts slowed into a warm haze, butterflies exploding and dissolving all at once, until there was only one idea left, loud and terrifying and impossible to ignore.
I wanted more than anything to kiss this beautiful man.
Before I could overthink it, before fear could grab me by the collar, I leaned in and pressed a small, almost shy kiss to his lips, barely there, as if giving him all the time in the world to pull away.
I froze immediately after, breath caught, eyes half-closed and when I opened them, Mason’s eyes were wide, stunned, locked on mine.
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