by Sarah Havan
“Please give me more. Just one more time for now,” he pleaded.
I kissed next to his ear and then his cheek. He pushed his ass up and dear God, that’s all it took.
After another round of him screaming and clawing the sheets, we fell asleep in a sweaty heap.
When I woke up, Mason lay curled up in a ball next to me. I got dressed and went to get some food. No matter what, I was going to make sure he ate something before our next sex sprint began. And sure enough, we ate, and it didn’t take much.
He began to whimper.
And I was in him in no time.
When my erection finally went down, it was night time.
“Mason,” I said as we lay next to each after I pulled out.
“Yeah?” he asked, his voice groggy.
“We had sex for three days straight.”
“We did.”
“I don’t know what to say about it.”
“I just had to have you. I had this burning in me. This uncontrollable want.”
“You think it’s over?” I asked. I knew I could probably go on forever, but my concern was for him. He was the one who would have to deal with the aftermath, whatever pain and harm I caused his ass.
“Yeah. That was wild.”
“It was the same for me, in a way. No burning, but this need to be in you and just fuck you so hard. I kept dreaming of riding you bareback and coming in you.”
“I guess your dream came true.”
“It did. But I was out of control. I wanted to have my way with you. Like, take it no matter what. Hold you down so you’d have to receive my seed.”
“Well, you did.”
“But it scares me that I treated you that way. What if it wasn’t you? I can’t do that to someone else.” I pulled him close to me, his back against my chest and my chin on his shoulder.
“Have you ever felt like that before?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No. No.”
“I think maybe it was because of me then. I welcomed all of that. I told you to do it. I gave myself to you. I like that you took control.”
“Mason, I fucking bit you.” I kissed the spot on his shoulder. He looked like he’d more than likely have a scar.
“And it hurt.”
“See, I did hurt you. And oh my God, you were crying and in pain when I was in you. Why did you want me to keep going?”
“I can’t even describe it. But you getting beyond large when you were in me, it was like I could feel you pressing on everything inside my body, and while it was kind of awful, it was still pure ecstasy. So maybe I’m just some kind of sex freak.”
“You’re not. It was your first time. Maybe you realized how awesome sex is.”
Mason squeezed my forearm that I had wrapped around him. “Same for you, I’m thinking.”
“It was beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. And I’m sorry, dude, but I’m never having sex with anyone but you again.”
***
“Everything is throbbing. Inside and out,” Mason said, curled up in the fetal position on his bed.
“What do you need?” I asked, running to his bedside. “I’ll get you some pain meds, maybe a heater pad, some water, food.”
“You don’t have to wait on me because my ass took a beating.”
“But I’m the one who did it to you.”
“Conrad, I’m so tired. We’ve gone over this. I needed you to do that all to me. I can’t explain it, but I needed your super cock pounding me for days. But now I’m beyond exhausted,” he said, his eyelids dropping.
“I’ll be back. I’m going to go pick you up some things.”
He never woke up when I got back from the store. I slept next to him all night to make sure he was okay. His eyes fluttered open on Monday morning when I got ready for class.
“Is it Monday?” he asked, stretching his arms above his head.
“Yeah.”
“Have I missed class?” He blinked his eyes and yawned.
“Not yet, but I don’t think you should go. Keep resting, okay?” I sat down on the edge of the bed next to him and kissed his forehead. “I have everything you should need for the next few hours on the nightstand here and if you need anything, anything at all, text me.”
“I’m pounding you next time,” Mason said, licking his lips.
I swiped my thumb over his forehead. “You know you’re not.”
“I know. It just sounded good. Am I a sexual deviant now?”
“No, Mason. We had some marathon sex. Not unheard of.”
“Okay. You de-virginized me. I’m happy you were my first.”
“I’m happy I was, too.”
He was the first man I had sex with.
It felt so natural and wonderful, like it was meant to be. All that time holding back who I really was, fighting it, and now I didn’t even pause for a second when it came to being with Mason. Holding his hand and kissing in public to having mind-blowing sex. Could we have had this all along if I didn’t deny my true self all those years? Probably not. I would’ve talked myself out of it, saying he was my best friend, but now, there was no more fighting it.
Chapter Thirteen
Mason
“You okay?” Conrad asked when he got back from class. About a week had passed since our sexathon, and I swear parts of me were still sore. Since then Conrad had hovered and waited on me hand and foot.
“Yeah, I just have this stinging sort of cramp in my side.” I rubbed the spot on my abdomen where it stung.
Conrad plopped down next to me. “Maybe gas.”
“Probably.”
“You seem so down. Want a massage?”
“Really?” I asked. I know it wasn’t the case, but I had doubts that Conrad wanted to carry on with all the touching and kissing. What if he was just humoring me? He could’ve had anyone, but he seemed to want me.
“Yeah, roll onto your stomach. Maybe lying on your stomach will help with your gas pains.”
“All right.”
Conrad straddled me, and his weight on me made my cock twitch, but I had to cool it on the sex for a while.
“Oh God, right there,” I said as he kneaded my lower back. “But ugh, lying on my stomach is making me feel sick.”
“Sit up before you barf.”
“Okay,” I said, sitting up and leaning against the headboard of my bed. “I think I’m going to take a nap.”
Conrad stroked his thumb over my cheek. “Okay. Let me know if you need anything.”
The next few weeks went from about the same with a bit of stinging and cramping in my abdominal region to me feeling sick half the day, and when not in class, all I wanted to do was sleep. But Conrad was always right there making sure I was all right.
“Hey, we’re all going out. Want to come with?” he asked. And by we, he meant Jill and Margo. The four of us got along quite well and had begun hanging out on a pretty regular basis. Well, that’s when I wasn’t napping.
“Nah. I’m super bloated and really tired.”
“Sure?” Conrad asked, slipping on a T-shirt.
“Yeah,” I said, placing my hand on my abdomen.
“You are bloated. I actually see some stomach there.”
“Yeah, so go. I’m so sleepy.”
“Okay.” He walked over and kissed the top of my head and took off, and I lay on my side and fell asleep.
My appetite also grew. When I finished eating, I’d eat again.
“Are you seriously going to eat all of that?” Conrad asked, pointing to my food tray as we sat down at a table in the main dining hall.
“Yes,” I said, looking down at my burger, pizza, stack of cookies, fries, and chips.
“Since when do you eat burgers?” I tended to lean toward healthier foods. If I ate meat, it was generally skinless chicken breasts.
“Since now,” I said, taking a chomp.
I shoveled down my food, and Conrad watched with wide eyes as I licked the crumbs off my fingers.
“What’s
for dessert?” I asked, patting my stomach.
Conrad got up and grabbed me some extra cookies.
Conrad
Over the next few weeks, I began to worry about Mason. He always looked like he was about to get sick. Whenever he wasn’t in class, he slept, and he constantly complained of gas and cramps.
When I was in class, my mind always went back to him. Wanting to run back to our room and see how he felt that day. If I could do anything for him.
We weren’t officially a couple or going out even, but somehow, we were together. I did claim him as mine after all. We began hanging out with Jill and Margo a lot, but it always felt the most comfortable when it was just Mason and me.
And that in itself felt like something big for me.
When only months before I couldn’t even say out loud that I liked men and now I wanted to spend all the time I could with one.
And I wanted to make love to him.
What we did a bit back brought us closer together, but it was just raw unleashed sex. I wanted to make slow, passionate love with a man, with Mason, my best friend, and who maybe would one day be more than that to me.
***
“And then this whole bloating thing,” Mason said, rolling to his side to look at me. We lay next to each other in my bed, cuddling and kissing.
“Maybe it’s some intestinal thing like irritable bowel syndrome.” I lay my palm on his stomach. “Because that is a pretty round little stomach you have going on.”
“Stop lying.” He called me out on that one because his stomach wasn’t exactly little. In a short amount of time, he packed on some good pounds.
“You have been eating like a horse lately. Maybe you’re going through a growth spurt.”
“I could probably eat a horse right now I’m so hungry.”
“And maybe that probably explains this,” I said, poking his stomach. “And could be why you’ve been so tired.”
“Getting fat or a growth spurt?”
“You’re not getting fat.” So I might’ve stretched the truth, but he was always so sensitive when it came to how he looked. “You’re actually putting on some weight for the first time in your life.”
He glanced down at his stomach. “Looks like fat.”
“If you want to tone it up, come to the gym with me. Exercise is also good for boosting energy.”
“Maybe.”
“I can think of another way to boost your energy.” I rubbed my hand over his chest.
“Oh, really?” He smiled, and I unzipped his pants.
Chapter Fourteen
Mason
Conrad pulled off his T-shirt and unbuckled his jeans. I helped him tug them off. My clothes came off next. He sat back on his feet between my legs and then crawled forward and gently placed his lips on mine, softly kissing me. He pulled his lips away and pressed his forehead against mine.
“I’m going to be so gentle.”
I licked my lips and nodded.
“So gentle,” he whispered.
“Not like last time.”
“That was fucking. This will be making love.”
His lips landed on mine, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth, then kissed under my chin all the way down to my chest, gently sucking on my nipples. He stroked my already hard cock, and sat up, reaching over to the nightstand.
He pulled the lube out and squirted some on his fingers and spread my legs wide, rubbing his fingers over my hole. He slipped the one finger in, and I let out a breath.
“So slow,” he whispered. He pushed it in all the way and pulled it back out, and I gritted my teeth together at the sting I felt. He pumped his finger a couple of times before introducing his second finger, and I almost yelped, grabbing the sheets because it felt horribly uncomfortable. My ass clenched around them, and Conrad got up on his one arm above me and looked into my eyes as he worked his fingers inside me.
I slowly exhaled and tried not to wince. “After all that sex that we had last time, you’d think this wouldn’t be any problem for me.”
“Do you want to stop?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No, it just burns.”
“Maybe we tore something in you. We should probably stop if that’s the case. You need to heal.”
“I’m fine. I think that sometimes it just takes getting used to, even after three days of marathon sex. And since maybe it was my first time, I still need some more practice.” And then my ass burned and my hole stretched as he introduced a third finger. “Holy, holy,” I said as his fingers petted my prostate. Everything in me quivered, and my core tightened.
“That’s my boy,” he said, sliding his fingers out.
I gulped and let out a shaky breath as his giant cock brushed my hole. He pushed in, and I grunted at the intrusion. I stretched around him and couldn’t help but clench, but he didn’t let me push him out. He didn’t move and let me accept him, then slid in a bit more. He put his hands on my thighs and pushed my legs wider and back some more, lying over me as he slid his hardness in. I whimpered at the burning I felt deep in me. It burned and pulled but in such a slow way. It wasn’t the screaming kind of pain like last time. And with him moving in me, touching me, it felt wonderful. Conrad’s tongue explored my mouth, and he pinched one of my nipples. My whole body relaxed, and he slid deep inside, his balls slapping my ass. And like he said, we made love.
Chapter Fifteen
Conrad
“Mason, wake up.” A couple weeks had passed, and we made love and fucked more. We couldn’t get enough of each other. But it seemed the only time he had energy was when we had sex.
“No,” he mumbled into his pillow.
“If you don’t get up now you’re going to be late for your one o’clock class.”
He pulled his covers over his head. “I’m too tired.”
“Maybe we need to cut back on the exercise. You’ve been pushing yourself a lot these past couple of weeks.”
“Maybe because nothing is seeming to help. My gut is getting bigger, and my chest has gotten larger.” He tossed off his covers and looked over at me.
“So you’re packing on some extra pounds. Just goes to show you’re not that skinny teen anymore.”
“I suppose, but these,” he said, pointing to the two peaks protruding out from his T-shirt.
“Have you researched it? I’ve been telling you that you need to call a doctor.”
“And my nipples are sore.”
Unintentionally, I let out a laugh. It just sounded so weird. “Why the hell are your nipples sore?”
“Don’t ask me. Hold on one sec. I’ll be back. Oh Jesus, do I have to pee. I’ll be back in a second.” He got up and darted out of the room.
When he came back, I sat cross-legged on my bed with my laptop. “Look at this.” I pointed to my computer screen.
“Not another kitten video.”
“No, it’s puppies. I’m joking, but this could be you.”
Mason sat down next to me and looked at the images on my computer screen. All of men and older boys with breasts of varying sizes. I tapped on one in particular. It looked just like his body. Thin arms, tiny waist with a flat stomach and a set of small breasts. Well, he no longer had the flat stomach, but the rest.
“It’s called gynecomastia.”
“What?” he asked, leaning in closer to the computer screen.
“It’s pretty much when dudes grow boobs. See, it’s not just you.”
He touched his chest. “Holy crap. How in the heck do I get rid of them?”
“The only option seems to be plastic surgery,” I said, pretty much summarizing what I had read while he was in the bathroom.
He looked up at me with his eyes bugging out. “What?”
“Yeah, but maybe yours is caused by something else.” I squeezed his shoulder.
“So, if this is what I have, going to the doctor won’t help me at all,” he said, his voice dripping with melancholy.
“But what if it’s something else?” I asked becau
se I was worried it was nothing good.
“Does it say what causes it?” He scooted in closer to me on the bed.
“It says it could be a hormonal imbalance during puberty. Maybe you are finally going through puberty.”
“But would I still need to get plastic surgery?”
“If puberty is the case, they’ll go away on their own, but it can take up to two years.”
“But that’s still better than having to get them surgically removed.”
“It is, but if it’s not that it could also be caused by hyperthyroidism, a testes disorder, or something called Klinefelter Syndrome, or some medicines cause it, too.”
“I’m not on any medicine, so that’s out. What’s the Klinefelter thing?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck with his palm.
I bit the corner of my lip, reading the screen. “Mason, this sounds a lot like you.”
“What?”
“Low testosterone,” I said.
His face fell. “We don’t know that yet.”
I looked right at his chest.
“Okay, maybe.”
“Reduced muscle mass, reduced body and facial hair.”
“I have facial hair,” he said, placing his fingertips on his jaw.
“Some, yes. Learning disability, no. You didn’t have a speech or language delay, did you?” I asked. Maybe there was something from when he was younger that’d give us a clue because I didn’t meet him until we were thirteen.
“No.”
“And you don’t have a lower level of intelligence. But look,” I said, once again, pointing to my computer screen.
“Undescended testes, gynecomastia, delayed or incomplete puberty. I’m gonna be so pissed if the whole incomplete puberty is my case,” Mason said with a grumble in his voice.
“But this sounds a lot like you.”
“Unusually small penis.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. He wasn’t exactly packing.
“It’s not that small that it can be called unusual,” he said, huffing and crossing his arms over his chest.
“It also says micropenis.”
“No. That sounds even smaller than something unusually small.”
“What about quiet, sensitive, and unassertive? You’re kind of quiet,” I said, wrapping my arm around his waist.
