Mason in the Center, Part 2
by Joe L
The day is finally here. I've never anticipated anything so much in my life, which made the time absolutely crawl. The last few weeks of the school year normally take forever anyway, but this year…. Tyler has been looking forward to it, too. He doesn't seem nervous or grossed out about it anymore. He just seems confident. I love the confident Tyler.
I stare at the owner's manual in front of me. That's going to be my story to Mom today. I'm going to take apart the computer and put it back together. I know I can read… I just can't right now. There are letters and words in front of my face, but I can't make sense of anything. It all just seems to be swimming around on the page. My heart is pushing blood furiously all over my body. If they don't leave soon, I don't know how much my heart can take.
In previous years, I always made sure that we left for the water park by 7am sharp. It's now after 8am, and they're still not gone yet. I wonder what the fuck is taking so long. Tyler suddenly appears in the doorway of our bedroom. He leans up against the doorframe and lets out a heavy sigh.
"Dude, I'm so horny, I think I'm gonna DIE!" he groans.
"I'm so horny, I can't read!" I toss the owner's manual in the air. "What the fuck is taking them so long?"
"I dunno," Tyler peers down the hall. "Jackson and Parker are already in the car. Mom and Dad's bedroom door is still closed. Maybe she keeps trying on her three bathing suits over and over to see which one makes her look the least fat."
"That sounds like Mom," I sigh.
"So… what do you want me to wear?" Tyler asks.
"When we make love? NOTHING!"
"I mean… until then. What do I wear that turns you on?" he smiles, shyly.
"Anything… EVERYTHING!" I plop my head down on my pillow. "Holy shit!"
"Even this?" He looks down at his wardrobe choice. He's wearing a blue tank top, some old blue and gray plaid sleep pants and white socks. He looks amazing.
"Holy fuck, yes! You have no idea how fuckin' sexy you are right now." I squirm in my bed.
"Really?" He genuinely doesn't believe me.
"Lemme see…." I look him over carefully, and then quickly yank down my shorts. My hard dick springs out and bounces against my stomach.
"Duuude," Tyler laughs, glancing down the hall and licking his lips. "Now I gotta get your juice." He crosses the room and kneels before me.
"Just go back and watch TV. They have to be leaving any second," I whisper.
"I've seen your dick like that before. I bet I could make you cum in… fifteen seconds," he pleads with his eyes.
"I guess so," I smile. "I think I might just spray cum everywhere the second you stick it in, so it might make me last longer." I pull my shorts down again, and Tyler quickly has my shaft in his hands.
"I love this dick," he says before taking it in his mouth. I watch him bob up and down with smiling lips wrapped tightly around my shaft. His time estimation is just about right, and I rub the back of his head while I feed him my juice. "Mmmm… okay, I bet you can make me cum in five seconds," he says, jerking my softening shaft and giving my dickhole a couple of licks.
"Do you think you can get hard for me later?" I ask, quickly changing positions with him.
"Dude, I'm always hard when I'm around you," he says, presenting his dick.
"Mmmm… talk about loving a dick!" I say, quickly engulfing it. After just a few brisk passes of my lips over his cockhead, he lets out a soft moan and squirts a sizeable amount in my mouth. I chug my surprising breakfast down quickly with pure joy. I sure didn't think I'd get to swallow any cum today.
After I release him from my mouth, he quickly pulls up his sleep pants and heads for the door. He stops in his tracks, turns around and runs back to me for a kiss. He sprints off again, but turns around in the hall and runs back to me for a longer kiss.
"Love you," he whispers and runs off, for real this time. I hear the TV changing channels, and I know he won't be back until they all leave. I go back to staring at the owner's manual in front of me. It's just as baffling as it was a few minutes ago. I'm already horny again. I take a few deep breaths and try to concentrate. Suddenly, I notice Mom standing in my doorway. They're finally fucking LEAVING! My heart begins to pump even harder and I don't even think I can speak.
"So, how do I look?" She does a quick spin for me. She looks ridiculous. She is wearing an old-lady bathing suit, a ridiculously large pair of sunglasses and a ridiculously large, floppy hat. I grunt and then pretend to continue reading the manual. "Look, Mason…." She pauses dramatically and takes a deep breath. I try to ignore her. "Your father and I have been talking and… get your suit. You can come with us."
"What?" I can't believe my ears. This is the last thing that I expected to hear. Shit, I should've prepared for this. I need my brain most of all right now, and it sure isn't working. I sit in silence for a second.
"You heard me! Let's go!" She slaps the door a couple of times and heads back down the hall.
"Mom," I finally call out and she reappears in the doorway.
"What?" She looks at her watch, as if she was actually concerned with the departure time.
"I don't think I'm gonna go," I mutter. I have to think quickly. I feel my anger boiling up inside of me, but this is the worst possible time to be angry.
"WHAT?" she bellows. "Do you and Tyler have some big party planned or something?" Her suspicion shows up, as expected.
"No, no," I sigh. "I'm going to take the computer apart. It's been making this weird noise. I think it's the processor fan, but it doesn't happen all the time. I don't know about Tyler. I think he's going to the pool today."
"Shit!" I slap my forehead. This is actually going pretty well. "Okay, you have to promise you won't tell Tyler I told you!"
"What's going on?" She's buying it.
"Tyler has a girlfriend," I say with a heavy sigh.
"I knew it!" She makes a fist in triumph.
"She lives about fifteen minutes away, and she has a pool at her housing association thing, and she gave Tyler a guest card so they can hang out there during the summer." This actually isn't a lie. Clara did give Tyler a guest card to their pool. We just have to figure out how to get me in.
"Are they having SEX?" She whispers loud enough for Tyler to hear her in the other room.
"No. I… uhh… talked to him about it. Clara's like… a Christian, and I just don't think Tyler is ready yet, either."
"You say 'Christian' like it's a bad thing," she glares at me.
"You know what I mean."
"You have to go with them… to that pool."
"Yeah, I want to! That's the whole thing!" I say as the finer points of my cover-up story solidify in my mind. "I want to stay on Tyler's good side. I want to be able to go to that pool all summer, and I want to be on his good side when I start high school in the fall. If I go with you guys to the water park today, it's basically like… anyone can say whatever they want to Tyler with no consequences."
"I never thought about it that way," she says innocently. Of course she didn't. She's a horrible fucking mother. She doesn't give a shit about Tyler. I try to suppress the rage inside of me for another minute or two.
"But that sounds really selfish. I don't want to be on his good side just so I can go to the pool with him. I mean… I kinda like… getting along with Tyler. Don't you dare tell him I said this, either!" I scowl back at her. "It's nice to share a room with a big brother instead of a… terrorist."
"You're growing up!" she says with a smile as she tips her sunglasses down far enough to peek out behind them.
"Yeah, I think I'm too old for that water park stuff, anyway."
"You go with him today!" she says, replacing her sunglasses and hoisting her pool bag over her shoulder.
"I can't! I have to work on him. I think he's still pretty pissed at me. We've been avoiding each other since that day. I'm just gonna fix the computer, and let him do what he wants to do."
"All right, but you keep me informed."
"Whatever," I sigh. I did it! She's leaving! They're all actually LEAVING! My heartbeat quickens again as the time is finally here. I hear the front door close, and for the first time, I realize that Tyler is bouncing his ball against the back of the house. I watch the car pull out of the driveway, and I run to the kitchen window to let Tyler know the coast is clear. His smile almost makes me faint.
I run back to our bathroom and grab some towels.
"Did you get the stuff?" I ask as Tyler runs in the room. "I'll get the bed ready."
"You mean this?" he pulls a tube of lube out of a brown bag.
"You got it!"
"Yeah, I wasn't gonna…. It was locked up in a glass case, and I got nervous. I went over the entire drug store to see if I could figure out what was best of the stuff I could actually buy, and I decided on baby oil."
"Yeah. I took it up to the register, and the check-out dude just looked at me for a second. Then, he just said, 'Do you need lube?' and I nodded."
"Yeah, pretty cool, right?"
I sit down on the bed and look up at Tyler. Suddenly, I feel tremendously nervous. He sits down next to me and takes my hand.
"Dude, you're shaking!" he giggles.
"Yeah." I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "I don't know why I'm so nervous. I've been wanting to do this… forever."
"Maybe this will help," Tyler says, leaning in and giving me a soft kiss. It feels too good to be true to finally be with him. I open my mouth wider and add some passion to the kiss. He pushes me over, and suddenly, we're desperately making out. He picks up his head with a smile and looks me in the eyes. It's time.
"You ready?" he asks.
"Yeah," I whisper. We both rip off our clothes and then stare at each other, not wanting to make the first move.
"Stick it in!" I giggle, but my voice is shakier than I anticipated.
"How do I uhh… how do I do that?"
"Here, lemme get some of that lube." I press some up inside of me with my finger, and then I spread a nice amount all over his shaft. He shivers as he feels it coat his dick, and then moans as I give it a couple of tugs.
I lay back and spread my legs. Tyler bites his lip and scoots up next to me. He looks me in the eyes with a sweet smile.
"This is gonna be great," he whispers. I nod, and he takes his shaft in his hand and begins to press. He doesn't seem to be able to get it aimed correctly, so I try to open my legs wider. He pushes against my hole, but it seems tighter than ever. I thought I did a good job of stretching it out this morning when I did my clean-out, but my nerves must've closed it back up.
"Just press hard," I say, trying to control my trembling voice.
"I am… it just… it just keeps slipping up your crack," he starts to snicker, and then we both catch an uncontrollable case of the giggles.
"Okay, okay," I say, composing myself. "I got an idea. You lay back, and I'll get on top of you." I pile up all of the pillows in the room at the head of Tyler's bed, and he leans back against them. I take his slick shaft in my hand and lower myself down onto him. I aim the head of his cock right on my bull's eye and use gravity to get it where it needs to go. It seems to resist at first, but with a little more pressure, his swollen purple head finally penetrates me. I gasp, unprepared for the sensation.
"You okay?" Tyler asks with wide-eyed disbelief.
"Yeah, you're doin' great." I say, trying to press it further.
"So are you," he says, licking his lips.
I take a deep breath and simultaneously sit on him with more force and guide his shaft with my hand. It slowly snakes its way up inside of me, and eventually, the backs of my thighs are firmly pressed on his lap.
"Holy shit," he whispers, his smile growing.
"Your dick is totally inside of me right now!" I say, rubbing his chest.
"Fuck yeah, it is." He begins to lightly stroke my arms. "How does it feel?"
"It's tight, and it kinda hurts… but it's everything I've ever wanted." I giggle, and he squirms a little, causing me to moan. "How does it feel for you?"
"It's kinda tight," he says, "but it feels really good."
"Good." I have to remind myself to breathe.
"What do I do now?" he asks.
"What is your body telling you to do?"
"To kiss you," he says, looking at me with more love in his eyes than ever.
"Then kiss me."
Tyler grabs my by the shoulders and rolls me onto my back. He slowly moves his mouth towards mine, and he dives into a deep kiss. I wrap my arms around his body, urging him to pump me. However, he is completely focused on the kiss. His hard dick remains all the way inside of me, and I can't complain about what I'm feeling. I continue kissing him as passionately as I can, and in a couple of minutes, I feel and hear him begin to make soft moans inside my mouth. I know I'm making him feel really good, and that's exactly what I want. I stoke his hair as I continue to kiss him, and suddenly, his body tenses up. He lets out one long, final moan deep into my mouth, and the next thing I know, he has rolled off of me. He's lying next to me on his back trying to catch his breath.
"Did you just… cum inside of me?" I ask, taking in deep breaths of my own.
"Yeah," he pants. "Kind of a lot."
I rub one hand over my stomach and rub the other over my chest as the realization hits me. A powerful surge of pleasure courses its way through by body. I've waited for this moment, but actually having his cum inside of me is a sensation that I couldn't anticipate. It feels like electricity shooting all through my veins. Finally, I roll over onto him and shower his face with kisses.
"What?" he giggles.
"Your CUM… is INSIDE of me right now!" I continue to kiss him.
"Duh… my cum is inside of you all the time! You eat some every day!"
"I dunno, it's different this time! It's like you claimed me. I know it's stupid, but I feel like a little bit of your cum will always stay up there, and now I'm officially yours."
"Damn right," he says as we continue to share giggly kisses.
"Okay, 'I love you' isn't gonna cut it anymore," I say. "Give me two words… any two words."
"Umm…." He looks around the room. "Desk… and lamp."
"Okay, from now on, 'I desk you' means 'I love you' times a million, and 'I lamp you' means 'I desk you' times a million."
"I lamp you," he says with a big smile.
"That's what I was supposed to say, and then you were supposed to get a tear in your eye and kiss me!"
"Boo hoo hoo… now c'mere!" He grabs me by the shoulders and gives me a deep, wet kiss.
"Hey," I say, grabbing his hands and interlocking our fingers.
"What?" he says with a big smile, as if he doesn't know what I'm going to ask.
"Do ya think you got one more in ya?"
"Dude, when it comes to you, I always got… like a zillion more in me!" he says, leaning over for a kiss and climbing back on top of me.
"Okay, here's what I want you to do," I say, once my lips are free.
"What?" He looks confused, but eager.
"Okay, I want you to get on top of me… and stick it in–"
"I bet you do," he interrupts.
"Then, just slide it slowly in and out of me."
"Okay," he giggles.
"Just keep doing that… over and over… and I just want you to look at me in the eyes while you do it."
"And no kissing! I just want you keep sliding it in and out, and look at me… and I want you to tell me exactly what you're feeling."
"Damn… that's a lot of pressure!" he says, lining his dick up to my hole.
"You can do it," I smile and bite my lip.
He presses his dick up inside of me again, this time with confidence and the perfect amount of pressure. I moan with pleasure as it slides back perfectly into place.
"You okay?" he stops before he goes the final couple of inches.
"Yeah… yeah… keep going!" I whisper.
"Kay… just a little… more… there!" He squirms a few times just to make sure he can't get any further up inside of me. "Just one quick kiss to get me goin'!" he says, and one kiss eventually turns into ten, both of us giggling throughout it. "Ready?" he asks after finally composing himself.
"Go for it," I say, taking a deep breath.
He slowly slides his dick out of me, and the look of extreme concentration on his face gives me another case of the giggles.
"Shut up!" he pleads, trying not to get overwhelmed, himself.
"Sorry," I bite my lip to disguise my smile.
"How far should I take it out each time?"
"If you see your cockhead, you'll know you've gone too far."
"Okay, it's going back in."
"Good… you're doing… greaaaaat… uhhhhmmmm…." That one really gets me, and I arch my back and close my eyes.
"You liked that, huh?" he asks and I refocus on his smiling face.
"Yeah, keep going," I pant. "How does it feel for you?"
"Good, I guess…. I was trying so hard to do it right and not hurt you, I guess I forgot to feel it."
"Don't worry about hurting me. The more times you slide it in and out, the better it will feel for both of us."
"Okay." He lets out a deep breath and continues the requested motion. I focus my attention on his face, and I pinpoint the instant a wave of pleasure comes over him. His eyes quickly glaze over, and a smile starts in one corner of his mouth and eventually grows into the big smile that I love so much. "Yeaaaaaahhhh."
"You got it! Keep going!" I arch my back as another wave of pleasure comes over me. I look down at my dick, and it's as swollen and purple as I've ever seen it. I know I'm right on the edge, but I'm not going to touch it. I'm just gonna let it happen.
"Fuck yeah, dude," Tyler continues as he slowly picks up speed. "From now on, 'Fuck You' is going to mean a good thing… a really good thing."
"Yeah, you're really good," I pant. I feel like I'm losing control as the pleasure builds and builds. "You're so good… you're doing soooo good!" I want to tell him how much I love him right now, but I'm afraid that he will start to kiss me. I want this to keep going exactly as it is.
"This feels so fucking good…. This feels so fucking right!" Tyler's thrusts are now about a second apart, and I know I'm about to cum.
"Please don't stop… pleeeeeeassssssse don't stop!" I plead. I've never cum before without something vigorous happening to my dick. I watch my dick intently, as I don't know what's about to happen. The head swells up bigger than I've ever seen it, and my dickhole widens. Suddenly, I see streams of cum jet over my chest as I moan and writhe under Tyler.
"Ahh… dude!" Tyler howls. "Fuck yeah! Fuckin' CUM!"
"Ohhhhhh Tyyyyyylerrrrrr…. Ohh fuuuuuckkkk." It's all I can say.
"Holy shit! That's the hottest thing I've ever seen!" Tyler pulls out and slurps it all up on my chest as I continue to moan. I think this is going better than expected. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum now!"
"Stick it back in!" I moan, but he's already doing it. A few more pumps is all it takes, and Tyler slumps over next to me, both of us trying to catch our breath.
"Did I do good?" Tyler chuckles.
"You… did me!" I still can't believe what happened. "You fuckin'… rocked me. You fuckin' fucked me! You fuckin'… fucked the cum right out of me!"
"I did, huh," Tyler says with satisfaction.
"You did," I laugh.
"Soooo…." He rolls over on his side to face me and rubs my chest. "Do I have permission to kiss you now?"
"On one condition," I say, unable to keep from smiling.
"Lemme guess… you want me to stick it back in."
"You're in luck… cuz all that talk about how I fucked the cum out of you really made me boned!" He wags it at me, and I get in position.
"Okay, you know what to do…. Just put the two together."
"I dunno… making out and fucking at the same time? It might kill us," he says, hovering over me. Holy shit, this is going to be intense.
"What a way to go," I say, just before he locks his lips into mine. We share a passionate kiss, as he carefully presses his dick back inside of me. We both let out a loud moan in each other's mouths. He settles his body perfect down onto mine and slowly but forcefully thrusts his hips every few seconds. This is exactly what I've been wanting. The kid is a natural… there's no trace of his earlier apprehension or revulsion of fucking. He's really into it, and he's really into this kiss. I warmly wrap my arms around him and concentrate on his lips and tongue. I want this to be everything he's ever wanted, too. I want him to want to do this to me all the time.
I begin to feel the same sensation in my dick as earlier, and I know I'm ready for another explosion. I moan and whimper into his mouth, as I want him to know I'm close again. He gets the message and ramps up the intensity just in time. I coat our bellies with some fresh squirts. Tyler is not long behind me, as he slows way down to make it last as long as possible. Finally, he drives frantically into me a few final times. I get chills, knowing his cum is squirting inside of me again.
Tyler picks his head up to look at me, but quickly dives back in for another kiss. He repeats this process several times before I can finally get a word in.
"Ohh… Maaaace," he moans before indulging in another long kiss. He finally kisses me all over my face like I did to him earlier, and I giggle, enjoying every second.
"You… you wanted me to… experience that," he says, shaking his head before showering me with more kisses.
"I guess it felt pretty good, huh?" I laugh, aiming my lips so that I catch several of his kisses.
"Well, it's the hardest I ever came… I mean, the actual cumming part felt better than any time you ever made me cum… but that's like, not even important," he says, bewildered.
"Yeah… it's like… I GET it now. I get why people do this, and I get why you wanted us to do this. I made love to you. WE… MADE… LOVE. We actually… ya know… created more love. I didn't think I could ever love you more, but I do… and I think I will love you more and more each time we do it."
"Yeah, you get it," I say, and he dives in for another long kiss.
"Mace, I… I love you, I desk you, I lamp you, I… all-office-furniture-in-the-world you!" he says, and we both bust up laughing.
"Could you do me a favor?" I ask.
"ANYTHING! Ask me for anything in the world, and it's yours!" he says, rolling off to the side.
"You know in movies and TV… when two people just finished making love… and the two people lie in bed together… and one person lays his head on the other's chest, and–"
"Get over here!" Tyler props himself up on some pillows, and I cozy up to him, laying my head on his chest. He strokes my hair, just as I'd hoped, and occasionally kisses the top of my head as we sleepily think about what just happened. I know I need to get cleaned out, and I know I'm leaking… but that's what the towels are for. I don't think I could move even if my life depended on it.
"If you wanna sleep, go ahead," I say, finally.
"Nah, I'm fine… doing this. It feels really good just to be with you," he yawns.
"Yeah it does," I say, wrapping my arms around his back.
"It's gonna be a lot harder now," he says.
"When we can't be together. It's gonna be a lot harder not to look at you… and not hug you and kiss you and hold you… and just take you and make love to you every second of every day."
"Yeah, that will be hard," I giggle.
"Speaking of that," he says, suddenly rubbing my chest. "I think I'm ready to go again."
"Yeah, me too," I say as he quickly flips over and shoots his dick back up inside of me with surprising ease.
"Lamp you," I say, enjoying the feeling of him inside of me again.
"Lamp you, too," he says.
Mom and Dad will be home any minute, and everything in the house is as it should be. We made love five times this morning, and slept together all afternoon. We made love twice more after that in the bed, and once more in the shower. My dick feels like it's about to fall off, and I wasn't even the one doing the hard work. My hole is kind of sore, but in the best possible way.
Tyler fixed us dinner while I did laundry and destroyed evidence. I was surprised how clean the whole process went. Since I spent so much time prepping before we did it and snuck in and did it again while Tyler was asleep, there was really nothing that leaked out besides cum and lube.
I do one more quick check of the house, and make sure it looks like there have been two teenage boys hanging out separately. I think it will be convincing enough. I head back to the bedroom, where Tyler is lying on his bed, listening to music with his eyes closed and a small smile on his lips. I quietly cross the room, sit down on his bed, lift his feet onto my lap and begin to give him a foot rub.
"I like these socks," I say, as Tyler takes out his earbuds. They're red with a black vertical stripe. "Can I wear them sometime?"
"Ummm… I think the rental fee for those socks is… two kisses."
"I guess I'll be wearing them every day, then," I say, and Tyler chuckles.
"Mace… I don't think I'll ever be able to stop smilin'," he says, taking in a deep breath.
"That's exactly what I was hoping for." I slide out from under his feet and lie on top of him for one final, passionate kiss. He hugs me tightly and expertly kisses me with the passion of a real lover. He's right; it is going to be a lot harder now. I hear the car pull up in the driveway, and I kiss Tyler for a few more seconds until I know I have exactly enough time to make a run for the couch.
"Lamp you!" we say simultaneously as I bolt from the room.
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