Sunlight sliced through the blinds, hitting my face.
I woke up slowly, the way you do when sleep doesn’t want to let you go yet.
There was warmth everywhere: too much to be just blankets. A solid heat at my chest, along my side, breathing softly against me. A presence.
For a second I didn’t move, afraid that if I did, the feeling would break, like waking up too fast from a good dream. My arm was heavy, draped over something warm and breathing, and my legs were tangled with another pair that fit there so naturally.
This feel so good.
What day is it?
My head was foggy, but my body wasn’t confused at all. It knew exactly where it was.
I breathed in and caught a familiar smell: soap, skin, something faintly herbal and a memory crashed into me all at once: the TV glowing, his legs wrapped around my waist, his tight hole opening slowly for me, the way I pinned him against the wall. The kiss. All the ones that came after. Then, our bodies pressed against each other.
The way everything had just clicked naturally without anyone speaking. I liked that. No bullshit. Just our raw feelings expressing.
My chest tightened, not with panic or shame, but with something huge and quiet.
Oh.
Right.
I shifted just enough to look down, and that’s when it really hit me:
He's my boyfriend now.
There he was, asleep against me, peaceful in a way I hadn’t expected, his face relaxed, trusting. My arm tightened around him before I even realized I was doing it, instinctive, protective.
It felt just as normal than with my exes.
We weren’t pretending anymore. There was no “what are we” floating between us, no awkward label. It was just… true. Simple.
Last night hadn’t been a fluke or a moment that needed explaining away, this is what I wanted to do for a long time. Being inside of him, fully, and cumming raw in his hole. Filling him up. And breeding him (even not fully), had changed something for me. His eyes were begging for more.
So yeah...
We were together now. Dating. Partners. Whatever word you wanted to use, the meaning was there. The realization was overwhelming in the best way.
Next time I would fuck him even longer and fill him to the brim. He deserves all my seed.
Fuck...
I kinda wanted hi
I stayed there for a long moment, staring at him, feeling my heart do that stupid, full thing it hadn’t done in years. I’d always thought commitment would feel heavy, like something you had to brace for. Instead, it felt good in a weird way, like achieving a good leg session and feeling proud about your gains.
He stirred slightly, nuzzling closer, and I smiled to myself, a slow, almost disbelieving smile.
Yeah.
This was real.
And his tired face was the cutest thing in the world.
I groaned, cock throbbing, already leaking precum all over the sheets beneath us.
That dick is both a blessing and a curse, I can tell ya'.
"Hi there sweet boy." I said, voice low to avoid surprising him.
I saw his smile growing on his beautiful lips.
Those lips that were so good at sucking my cock, licking my pecs, and even kissing.
Monday morning hit hard. I knew he had yoga class and needed to prep early. But I also wanted us to enjoy this moment the longest possible. I wanted to watch him sleep against me. His cute face made me smile I just couldn’t help it.
He stayed asleep for a minute longer than I expected, curled against me like he’d always belonged there. I watched him breathe and tried to figure out what I was even supposed to call him now.
Bro didn’t work anymore.
Dude felt… wrong now.
Babe felt a bit scary but kind of right. He didn't seem to mind the last few times I called him that.
I leaned closer and murmured, low and soft, like I didn’t want to break the spell:
“Hey… sleepyhead.”
Nothing.
I smiled and tried again:
“Morning, beautiful.”
That did it. He shifted, frowned a little, then cracked one eye open.
“What time is it…?” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.
“Almost seven,” I said, brushing my thumb along his arm. “Yoga hero’s gotta get ready.”
He groaned dramatically, then smiled again. Instead of answering, he leaned in and stole a kiss: slow, easy, like he already knew my mouth by heart. I felt it all over again, that stupid warmth spreading through me.
Yep, this is it.
“Wow,” I muttered when he pulled back. “I fucking love kissing you.”
He laughed softly, then tried to sit up and failed, still half tangled in the sheets. I stood up and positioned myself so that my pulsing rod was at arm's reach for him:
“Come on,” I said, teasing. “Just like climbing. Trust your spotter, babe.”
He rolled his eyes but took my dick into his palm.
He was so good at palming it, jerking it, massaging it.
I pulled him up easily with my cock, guiding him forward until he stumbled straight into me. He ended up standing between my knees, my arms instinctively wrapping around his waist to steady him.
There he was, warm and real in my arms, morning light catching in his hair, still sleepy but smiling at me like this was normal now.
"I'm gonna need a good shower." He said calmly. "I'm still..."
"Sore?"
"Yeah, who's fault is that dumb stud?" He slapped my hard dick.
"Sorry. But you felt way too good." I corrected. "Bet your would still feel great."
That try made him laugh:
"Well, I'm not getting fucked this morning though, even if I want it again, my ass's just not ready. for you." He kissed me again, slow. "Besides..."
He got a bit red.
"Besides?" I palmed his bubble butt with both hands.
"You made quite a mess inside. Didn't have the time to... empty it yet."
"Oh..." I didn't even think about that. "So you have to like... dump my load now?"
"Yeah... I'm sorry if you don't want to hear that." He withdrew from my embrace and went for the bathroom.
"Wait..." I stopped him. "I kinda want to see that."
That made hip pause for a while.
"Your sure?"
"Of course babe. I'm so curious about that." I reached for his ass and started to massage it deeper with my fingers. "I want to see my load leaving you body. All of it."
Jackpot.
I could see how that line made him go feral.
It started: a low rumble built, then he kind of like, farted hard, and a thick cum blast came out between his cheeks.
Not the most romantic sound to start your week for sure.
But I was hypnotized by this vision. Jonas pushing my load from his hole, knelled over the toilet bowl. I never thought I would want to see or ear that one day, but it felt just fascinating to me at the moment.
It splattered into the bowl loud, rope after rope of my sticky seed pouring free, with his girly moans between each burst. Shit, it kept coming, almost like pissing jizz at some point, and it made my cock twitching hard.
He gripped the seat:
"Goddamn, Mason. How can you cum so much each time. What do you even eat?"
"Haha, well you know some of my favorite spots now, don't you boy?" I answered, almost proud.
The musk of my cum was almost palpable in the air.
He cleaned up quick with some toilet paper and went for the shower.
I followed him in quickly:
"This time, I'm sharing that shower with you. Babe."
His eyes got wider with shock, but also desire.
The steam curled thick and heavy in the enclosed shower, the tiles beneath our feet were slick, the water pouring down from the rainfall shower-head, drumming against the curve of Jonas’s lower back that I loved so much.
My hands were already on him before the door had even fully clicked shut: over his tight waist, pulling him flush against me. Jonas gasped as our chests were pressed together, his nipples pebbling instantly under the assault of the hot water and my hungry touch.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I growled, my voice rough with lust, breathing hot against Jonas’s ear.
I wanted to torture him.
Make him beg for my cock again.
"I want you. I want this every morning. Understand babe?"
My lips crashed down before Jonas could properly respond, swallowing any protest or coy reply in a bruising kiss. My tongue was insistent, sweeping into his mouth like I owned it, claiming every whimper, every shuddering inhale.
He melted into it, his fingers clawing at my hair, his back arching as our cocks slid together between our bodies, the friction maddening. He seemed almost delicate in comparison to me, his body was so light and easy to move around, which I loved. But I wanted to wreck him, badly.
My hands dropped lower, gripping his ass with possessive force, fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to leave marks.
“Still sore, baby?”
My fingers slid between Jonas’s cheeks, teasing over the puckered entrance.
Yes, I could feel it. Still loose from last night’s thorough use. Maybe I was a bit too rough. Jonas hissed, his body tensing even as his hole fluttered under my touch:
“M...Mason” His voice cracked, his cock jerking helplessly. He was sore. Deliciously, achingly sore. But the thought of my cock inside him was clearly messing with his head.
I chuckled, low and knowing, my fingers circling Jonas’s entrance with maddening precision:
“That’s it, baby. Let me see.” I didn't ask, I told him.
And he obeyed, spreading his legs wider, tilting his hips back, with a needy whine. The first press of my fingertip against his hole sent a jolt through him, his cock leaking against my abs.
“Fuck, you’re dripping for me,” I groaned, free hand sliding up to wrap around Jonas’s throat, not tight enough to cut off air, but enough to make his pulse race.
“Already ready to take my cock again, huh?”
I crooked my finger inside him, rubbing against that spot that made his eyes go absent for a second. I knew the spot now. I could make him cum whenever I wanted now.
“Mason... We can't. Yoga class...” Jonas begged, his voice raw.
"It could be a quicker one." I proposed, relaxing my grip on his throat while my cock was sliding between his thighs.
“Fuck...Need you inside me.” He moaned. "But I can't do yoga class with your cum inside. Would feel too weird. Might even leak out."
"What if I came outside then?" I said, holding his cheeks like a pair of perfectly shaped fruits.
"I... I don't know. Fuck I want your load so bad though."
"I know baby." I whispered.
"How about... used your tongue first. Slowly. To help it open."
"Yeah? You wanna have your boyfriend lick that hole?"
"Yes, please Mason. Rim me. Please."
In one fluid motion, I spun Jonas around, pressing him face-first against the slick tiles. My cock nestled between Jonas’s cheeks, the weight pinning Jonas in place. Water cascaded over us, rivulets tracing the dips and valleys over his tasty ass.
“Gonna devour this hole babe,” I rumbled, my hand sliding down to grip Jonas’s hip, thumb pressing into the dimple above his ass. “Gonna make love to it.”
Jonas bucked into the touch, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Mason... please!” He was already trembling, his body remembering the way I had wrecked him last night... stretched him open on my cock, fucking him until he couldn’t stand straight.
I didn’t make him wait longer.
I dropped to my knees behind Jonas and spread Jonas’s cheeks with both hands, thumbs pulling him open fully.
"Christ, that looks so good babe. I wanna see that everyday."
Jonas whimpered at the exposure, until my tongue dragged over him: long, flat, filthy.
Oh, I wasn’t gentle. I ate him, mouth sealing over Jonas’s hole like a man starving, tongue spearing inside with deep, relentless strokes.
“Oh fuck!” Jonas’s knees nearly gave out, his cock throbbing painfully as my tongue fucked him, wet and hot and so fucking good. My hands were like iron bars on his hips, holding him in place, as I worked him open, my groans vibrating against his skin.
Every lick, every suck, sent lightning up through his spine, I could feel him jolt and his hole fluttering helplessly, desperate for more.
“Gonna heal this pretty ass,” I growled, pulling back just long enough to speak before diving in again, my tongue swirling around his entrance before pushing inside. “Gonna make it better than new. Next time I fuck you, you’re gonna take every inch like a good boy, aren’t you?”
Jonas sobbed:
"Fuck yeah Mason, I'm yours."
"And you're going to take all my fucking seed, deep inside, aren’t you?"
"Yes! Everything you want!"
"You're mine babe."
"YES! Fuck me!"
I waited outside the yoga room like I always did, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching people drift in and out. Same place, same smell of mats and incense
But nothing felt the same anymore.
I caught myself eyeing a few students stretching in the hallway, then smiling at how far my head had drifted.
I thought back to the first day I’d walked into that class.
I’d noticed it immediately: his eyes, lingering just a second too long on my arms, my shoulders, like he was trying to stay professional and failing a little. I hadn’t even meant to wear that outfit for any reason back then. It was just what I always wore (even after moving to the north, I was still too hot for this country I guess).
But something clicked that day. I realized my body did something to him.
And I kinda loved the way he lost his mind with each new session. I must admit it. I loved the attention.
A good therapist would surely write a list of reasons why I had embarked on this quest to seduce him.
Perhaps it was because of my breakup?
Or the fact that I had recently moved?
The loss of all my usual bearings?
The sudden loneliness?
The desire for a friend, for games, sports, love?
Perhaps all of the above.
So yeah, after that, I leaned into it. Same tanks, same loose gym stuff. If it helped me focus more in class, ask more questions, stay behind after sessions to talk yoga, then why not?
One thing led to another: extra stretching advice, longer conversations, time spent together outside the studio. Not a plan. More like a series of instincts that somehow lined up perfectly.
I smiled to myself, still amazed by how all of it had changed us.
The door opened and students started filing out, chatting quietly. A few minutes later, I followed the next group in.
I unrolled my mat carefully, slow and deliberate, like the good student I pretended to be. Shoes off. Bottle placed just right. All those small gestures I liked doing now. A ritual to introduce him.
I was ready for him.
Then he came in.
Jonas looked a little flustered, like he’d rushed back from the restroom, hair slightly out of place, trying to look composed and failing just enough to make it adorable. He was like clenching on something the whole time, clearly not in his best condition.
I couldn’t help it, I laughed under my breath.
Forgive me Jonas, but you're just too cute.
He caught my eye for half a second, visibly steadied himself, then gave me a look that said behave. I answered with a tiny grin, nothing obvious. Just for us.
From now on, his classes were a bit more spicy for us.
Sometimes he’d respond to my playful winks.
Sometimes he’d brush my shoulder when passing by.
Sometimes, when no one was watching and the room was quiet, we’d share a brief, stolen kiss.
Almost innocent.
Quick, soft, full of meaning.
And every time, I felt the same thing.
I was proud to be his student.
And even happier to be his.
...
I had only one thought in mind now.
Waiting for the right moment, that fateful moment when he would want to tell me he loved me.
That moment when I could finally tell him this:
"I love you Jonas."
FIN
Thank you all for staying with this story all the way to the end.
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