by Sarah Havan
He screamed out in pain. I don’t know what came over me, but I had to leave my mark.
He panted and whimpered harder, taking everything I had. He pushed back onto me, and we were one. Letting out a cry, his body shuddered. I reached around and helped him out.
“How can you have so many orgasms? It’s so hot. You are so sexy.”
His body shook, and he came in my hand.
Again, we collapsed to the bed, and I lay on him.
His chest heaved as he got his breathing under control, and our room reeked of sex.
“I’m so tired,” Mason said, his voice slow.
I kissed his shoulder. “So am I.”
“What do we do?”
“I’m still swollen inside you.”
He shrugged. “Go to sleep like this then.”
We rolled onto our sides, and I threw my leg over his, and while still buried deep in him, we fell asleep.
I woke in the morning with Mason spooned up against me, and my penis flaccid and not in him anymore. I stroked his cheek with my thumb. His eyes fluttered open.
“Hey,” he said, smiling.
I tapped the tip of his nose. “Morning.”
“It is. We spent the whole night together.”
“We did. That was…”
“Weird?” Mason asked, curling up closer to me.
I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over him. “No. I’m not sure how to describe it.”
Mason bit the corner of his lip. “I don’t know why I acted like that.”
“You were horny.”
“Unbelievably.”
“So was I. That was raw, so real. I kinda felt bad but…” I drew circles on his chest with my finger.
“Good. Awesome. Pure bliss.”
“It was for me, but what about you? You were in pain and crying but telling me to give you more.” But thinking about it made my cock pulse.
He shook his head. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“I think you’re into kinky shit,” I laughed.
He put his hands over his face. “Now I’m embarrassed.”
“And I’m sorry. I got carried away.” I rubbed his shoulder and pulled his hands away and looked into his beautiful eyes.
“No, it was like it had to happen. Wait that sounds weird. But I had never felt such pleasure in my life before. Could also be that it’s because that was the first time I’ve ever had sex.”
“Me neither. That was just, wow.”
“And besides what we did being amazing, we left out a pretty big detail.”
“What?” I asked.
Mason pointed at my junk. “You didn’t put something over that.”
“Oh, man. I was just so into the moment.”
“Me screaming at you to fuck me probably distracted us from the important things.”
“But still. We barebacked it.”
“Yeah.”
“I got tested about a month back.”
“Really?” he asked.
I cupped his face in my palm. “Yeah, so no worries.”
Mason put his hand over mine. “So, what’s going on with us?”
“Um...”
Mason scrunched up his nose. “Never speak of this again? Maybe we should spend some time thinking about it.”
“Okay,” I said. He was right. I needed to be able to say that I, at least, wanted to be with him, that I loved him, but while I still didn’t have the guts to say that, I knew one thing. “But…”
“What?” he asked.
“I just know you’re mine.”
“I am?” he asked, cocking his head at me.
“But…” I was a horrible person.
And somehow, he went along with it. “Whatever you want.”
“I want to protect you, watch over you, make sure you’re happy.”
“But you don’t want to have a relationship with me.”
“I do.”
“Because you just staked claims on me, Conrad. And you bit me. Are we just not going to talk about that either? Look at my shoulder.” His shoulder was all pink and bloody, my teeth marks bright red in his skin.
“God, I know.”
“You need some time to think about it.”
“Yeah.”
“I get it. Okay.”
Chapter Eleven
Mason
The urge didn’t go away. I still wanted Conrad deep in me, but I had to get to the library so I could finish the paper I had due in a matter of days without distractions. Maybe my hormones finally caught up to me, but all I wanted to do was have sex. I got up, showered, and ready to go.
“Later,” I said, walking out into the hall, but as soon as I left the room, I was back in it, and Conrad grabbed me by my neck and threw me onto the bed. I guess, his urge didn’t go away either. I landed on my side but rolled onto my stomach, pushing up on all four, greatly arching my back and raising my ass in the air. Conrad got on the bed behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist and bent forward, so his head lay on my shoulder. I pushed my ass up against him, and he thrust back against me. He let go, pushing his hands on my shoulders, shoving me to the bed, kissing the back of my neck and under my ear, undoing his pants. He got up on his knees and pulled his T-shirt off and shook his jeans off the rest of the way. He then reached around me and undid my pants, tugging them down. Then went my shirt. I began to pant in anticipation as he tore off my underwear with his teeth. Neither of us said a word. I let him take charge, be in command of me. He slipped off his underwear and kissed up my back, nuzzling his nose into my neck, rubbing his face on my shoulder, licking where he bit me the night before. And then I felt pressure at my hole. He put his hands on my shoulders and leaned in close to my ear.
“I’m going to fuck you hard.” He didn’t wait for a response and plunged his head in.
I cried out as my hole stretched around him, and he pushed all the way in. My body shook from the intrusion. He slid back out and rammed into me again.
“God, Mason,” he screamed. “I feel like I’m going to explode.” He pressed in deep and filled me. My core inside burned and so much pressure internally, pushing up against everything. It was like his cock was somehow making space and expanding inside me.
“Conrad,” I sputtered out. “Do something.” I don’t know what I wanted him to do, but it felt like he was going to stretch me wide open, and it needed to stop. He put his hand on my upper back and shoved me down to the bed with my ass still in the air. He situated himself, straddling me from more on top and drove his hardness down.
I screamed and clawed at the bed as my body convulsed each time he hit my prostate. It was all-consuming. I felt it from my toes to my scalp. A deep, tightening burn within along with waves of ecstasy radiating from the burn. I tried to push up on my hands, but Conrad took my hips and lowered my ass some and held my head down. I was pinned and writhing and whimpering from the sensations rushing through me. He gave me this great pleasure, and I gave myself to him. I welcomed his roughness, his dominance, the pain. And my cock began to tingle, and my body shivered.
“Oh God. Oh, Conrad. I’m coming”. And the bit that I had to offer shot out onto the sheets. My chest heaved, and I panted for a moment before Conrad pushed me flat on the bed, locking his legs around mine and moaning my name. He gripped my shoulders and picked up the pace, filling me with his release. He kept pumping, and it still spilled forth. He finally shuddered to a finish and collapsed on top of me. We lay in a sweaty heap, happy and sated, and before long, Conrad started pumping in me again.
“Mason, I just want you so bad.” He licked and bit at my shoulder near the base of my neck, a spot he seemed to love.
“Pound me, Conrad.”
He thrust hard and fast into me and panted and screamed, sweat running down our bodies, the smell of our sex thick in the air. Conrad once again shuddered to a release.
“Something about you does this to me.”
“Can’t pull out?” I asked.
“I swear I�
�m not making it up and, to be honest, I don’t want to. Sit back and ride me.”
We both sat back as a unit of one, and he pumped up into my ass and reached around and pinched both of my nipples. I whimpered and began to cry. I couldn’t take it. It was too much for me to handle anymore.
“Shhh,” Conrad whispered in my ear, caressing my breasts and then stroking my nipples with the pads of his thumbs. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I don’t know. Oh, God, no. Oh, Conrad. Oh. Oh.” He rolled my hardened nubs between his fingers and suckled my neck, and my body shook with release.
“Let’s lay down. Okay?” He guided us down to our sides, and my breathing started to slow down, and I began to shove my ass at him, pushing him further inside me.
“What is going on with us?” I asked between breaths.
“Maybe we’ve had this pent up too long. Perhaps we’re just long overdue.” He lifted my leg and thrust faster, grunting and hitting me in my spot. I thrashed on the bed next to him as my body was wracked with waves of pleasure, still so full of him. Everything in me stretching and pulling on his engorged cock. The burn in me squelching every time an orgasm hit, writhing with bliss and an undertone of pain. Conrad stroked my cock and lifted up my arm, wrapping it behind his shoulder as he flicked his tongue over my nipple. My breasts tingled and swelled. Panting, I rode his cock through my orgasm, just a trickle of come seeping from me. But I knew we weren’t done yet.
Chapter Twelve
Conrad
He was gorgeous, so thin and delicate beneath me with his sharp lines and that sexy curve he could accomplish with his back, but he was wrecked. Yet, he wanted me to keep going.
“We can just rest.”
“One more time. I need it. Just once more. Please, Conrad.”
With him begging, he reached back and grabbed my hand, interlacing our fingers, pressing his ass down on my cock. I couldn’t resist.
My urge for him was too strong.
Somehow, I stopped orgasming. But my cock was still swollen and rock hard, and I wanted to ride him with it, watch him writhe on me and whimper with pleasure.
I rolled him flat to his stomach, the side of his face to the mattress. With my knees, I spread his legs wide and then lay on him, my legs spread wide, too and hooked over his. I entwined our fingers and held his hands to the bed over his head and rode him hard. My body thoroughly overtook his small frame, and he was mine.
He squirmed and tossed his head about, crying out my name.
And I rode him so long my lids began to drop. I reached underneath and grabbed his cock, stroking him until he released, and we then passed out together.
My body shivering woke me up sometime later. Still inside him, I stretched my arm out to the side to grab my blanket, pulling it over us. I pushed his hair back from his face. It dried, matted down on his skin. His skin was so beautiful and smooth, and he looked angelic sleeping. His long lashes fluttering from a dream. I traced the line of his jaw with my finger. My best friend. I loved him more than anything in the world, just never knew it was this kind of love until this school year, really. Sure, I’ve liked him since before forever. But I never dreamt we’d have some sort of wild sexathon where we lost all inhibition. I then trailed my finger down his slim shoulder and over his bicep and lithe muscles.
My beautiful boy.
I didn’t know what changed between us, but I felt more attached to him than ever and wanted him to be with no one else, just me.
When I woke up, there was an emptiness beside me. I lifted my lids to see Mason holding his shower caddy and some towels.
“I need to wash up. I am beyond a mess. I have dried fluid all down my inner thigh, my crack. I don’t even know which one of us it belongs to. Did my ass squirt stuff?” he asked, looking adorable, scrunching up his nose.
“The longer we went, the wetter it got.”
“Is that supposed to happen?”
“I’ve heard of guys doing that before.”
“Okay.”
“You doing okay?” I asked.
“Exhausted and sore. I’m going to shower and climb back into bed.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
I got up and grabbed some clean sheets. Dried come and sweat covered them. Mason came back from the shower looking as cute as ever with his hair tousled and his face all rosy.
“It’s a good thing it’s Saturday,” Mason said, flopping down on the clean sheets next to me. He rolled onto his side, so we were nose to nose, his eyes already dropping.
“We have the whole weekend to sleep. But when you do fall asleep, I’ll go take my shower.”
“Go now. You don’t have to wait for me to sleep.”
“I just want to be with you for a bit.”
“Okay,” he said softly.
I lay my palm on his cheek and smiled.
“Before I fall asleep,” Mason said, opening his eyes. “I was thinking in the shower how I was just so willing to be dominated. It just shows me that I am this…”
“Hey, don’t you say anything about yourself. People have their sexual preferences. It doesn’t make you any less of a man or weak.”
“I’m just yours now anyway.” Mason sighed and rolled onto his stomach, the side of his face pressing against the pillow, looking at me.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“I want to be my own free person.”
“You are. I would never hold you back from anything.” But yet, I told him he was mine. My head was a mess.
“Maybe I’m a bit scared. I kept thinking how I wanted to give myself to you. Let you have your way with me. Who is this person?”
“It’s you, Mason Donnelley.”
“I suppose. It feels like my life has changed over the course of a few days, maybe weeks if you go back to my burgeoning breast development.”
“You’re maturing, growing up. Not just some nineteen-year-old kid anymore, a nineteen-year-old man.”
Mason nodded and turned his head in the other direction.
I grabbed his shoulder and rolled him over onto his back, making him look at me. “We’re figuring things out together, okay?”
He put his hand on my chest. “Okay, but oh my God, I still want you, right now.”
“I’m fighting it, too.”
The urge was still so strong.
It was all so goddamn unbelievable.
“Maybe I need to take another shower but a cold one.”
“What if I went and grabbed us some breakfast?” I asked, my stomach grumbling.
When I got back to the room, Mason lay naked, grabbing his hair in fistfuls, sweating, and tossing on the bed.
“Oh Jesus, are you okay?”
“I need you in me, Conrad. Please?” he asked, begging me, grabbing his sheets and wincing.
He squirmed on the bed, his eyes pleading with me.
I was already fully erect.
He rolled over and pushed up on all four. Arching his back and moaning. Holy hell. The two of us turned into nymphos over just a few days. Within seconds, I stood next to the bed. Naked. I climbed onto the mattress behind him and kneeled between his legs, rubbing his ass with my palms.
Wetness already seeping from him.
He thrust his ass back into my palms, and I grabbed his hips, pulling them higher into the air, and positioned myself at his opening. Squatting behind him, I pushed in, and leaned forward, wrapping my arms around his waist, and bending over him. I drove my hardness down into him, drilling his hole hard.
Mason cried out and moaned and began to whimper, almost sounding animalistic. I kept pumping into him and felt my erection swelling, growing inside.
Filling Mason.
Mason screamed at my engorging penis, and I stopped thrusting for a moment so he could adjust.
“Keep going,” he said, his breathing heavy.
“You need to ask me nicely.”
“Please, Conrad, keep going.”
I smacked his ass, and he howled. �
�Try again.”
“Please fuck me hard. Fucking breed me.”
Oh shit. Enough with the games.
I slammed into him.
Again and again.
Sweat rolled down my forehead as the head of my cock throbbed and expanded more. “Holy hell.”
“Deep, go so deep and release.”
My thighs began to burn a bit from the standing/squatting position I was in, so I pushed Mason’s hips, and we lowered to the bed.
I grunted as I released deep inside him, and it wouldn’t stop. I filled him to the brim.
“That’s it, Conrad. Oh God, give it all to me.”
“I can’t stop. Ah, I’m still so hard and full. I pumped in him more, my come still squirting out. With a few more thrusts, it finally stopped. My erection was still as big and hard as ever, so I kept fucking him. He thrashed and moaned, orgasm after orgasm, whimpering, tears rolling down his face. I petted his hair. “It’s okay. It feels so good. Doesn’t it?”
“It does,” he said, his voice shaky as he gripped my forearm around him.
“And you’re taking it like a good boy, aren’t you?”
He nodded and sniffled.
“My baby.” I slowed my pace and pushed in him at a languid pace. My urge to hold him down and breed him began to subside. Before that day, I thought breeding was a word I’d never use regarding sex. I’d seen it in videos. Usually, big guys with small twinks, fucking them bareback and releasing deep in them. Just like what me and Mason had done.
I lay on top of him, moving my hips, him moaning softly. Some time had passed, and our paces almost came to a halt, when Mason said, “Oh, no.”
“Mason, you’re going to be so sore. This is the first time you’ve had anal.”
“Actually, that was Thursday night.”
“But I know you’re supposed to work up to this stuff, and I’ve been fucking you for days. No preparation at all.”
“I’m already sore.”
“We should stop then.”
“What happened to me being a good boy and taking it?”
“You’re so good and so good to me.”
