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As he looked down at the man he had loved for
nearly ten years, Mason couldn’t help himself. He leaned down and placed a
small kiss on Jack’s lips. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Jack wrapped
an arm around his neck and began to respond to his kiss.
Jack’s kiss was hesitant at first, his mouth
gentle and exploring. Then his tongue joined in, brushing against Mason’s.
Mason couldn’t control his moan. Kissing Jack was everything he always thought
it would be and more.
Mason was lost in his first real kiss, his head
spinning as Jack took the kiss deeper, harder, his hands wrapped in Mason’s
hair to hold him in place so he couldn’t escape. Not that Mason wanted to. He
was right where he had wanted to be for the last ten years.
When Jack reached down and pulled on Mason’s
shirt reality crashed in. He couldn’t do this. Jack was straight. He was
drunk. Jack obviously didn’t know what he was doing. Mason knew he had to stop
this before it got out of hand.
"Jack, man, stop," he begged as he tried to
untangle himself from Jack’s arms.
"Don’t want to stop," Jack moaned as he sucked on
the side of Mason’s neck hard enough to leave a mark. His hands were quickly
finding their way under Mason’s shirt.
"Jack, please, we can’t do this," he whispered
desperately as Jack’s fingers pulled at his nipples. Mason couldn’t keep the
moan from escaping his mouth as Jack manipulated his sensitive flesh. His
nipples were a hot spot for him and Jack was playing him like a master.
"Want you—want you now—too many clothes," Jack
said between kisses. He was almost rough as he jerked at Mason’s clothes.
"Jack, do you know what you’re doing? Do you even
know who I am?" Mason asked desperately.
"Mason, pretty, pretty Mason."
Okay, so Jack knew who he was. That didn’t mean
that he knew exactly what he was doing. Did Jack have secret desire to be with
a guy? As much as Mason wanted to give in, he didn’t want to be an experiment
in gay sex.
Mason tried again. He grabbed Jack’s face in his
hands and tried to get his attention. He had to stop this before it got out of
hand. "Jack, we can’t do this. You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re
doing."
Mason knew he was lost when Jack flashed him one
of his famous dimpled grins.
"I’m not that drunk," he chuckled then pulled
Mason’s head down for another kiss.
Mason groaned deep in his throat as he succumbed
to Jack’s seduction. Mason softly stroked Jack’s chiseled chest, his nipples.
He climbed fully onto the bed and settled himself between Jack’s leg, growling
at the feel of Jack’s hard cock pressed against his stomach.
He kissed Jack’s chest, down his tight abdomen to
the edge of his boxers. He pulled the edge of Jack’s boxers down an inch at a
time, baring Jack’s cock and nearly hairless sack slowly, until he could push
the boxers all the way off of Jack and drop them on the floor.
He let out a heavy breath when Jack was totally
naked to his hungry gaze. Oh damn, he was perfect here too. Jack’s hard
cock, standing at full attention, was long and thick. A drop of pre-cum
glistened on the small slit at the ample head of his cock.
When Mason reached out with his tongue and licked
up the small drop, Jack’s cock jumped in response. As Mason enveloped the head
of Jack’s pulsing cock in his mouth, Jack wrapped his hands in Mason’s hair,
his groan of approval sounded loud in the nearly silent room.
For Mason, the taste of Jack’s cock and the spot
of pre-cum that leaked from his cock was ambrosia. He knew it would be like
this. He attacked Jack’s cock, lavished him with his mouth and tongue as if
his very next breath depended on it.
He heard Jack groan, and felt him hump his hips,
driving his cock into Mason’s eager mouth. Mason lowered his mouth down until
his nose was buried in soft curly hair. He wrapped his lips tightly around the
base of Jack’s cock and slowly sucked his way back up to the tip, then quickly
back down to the base.
As Mason devoted himself to lavishing his cock,
Jack squirmed on the bed, his hands reached to clench in the sheets, his moans
grew louder and louder with each lick of Mason’s tongue.
Mason felt the cock in his mouth start to throb
then jerk suddenly as Jack arched off the bed, spurts of soft cream shot into
Mason’s mouth. He swallowed as much as he could until it began to leak out the
side of his mouth.
He licked Jack clean then let him drop from his
mouth as he looked up at him. He groaned softly as he dropped his head down
onto Jack’s leg. Jack was out cold—again. And Mason was hard as a rock.
Oh well, any discomfort he had from going
unrelieved was worth it to hear Jack’s cries of delight and know he had been
the one that had given him that pleasure. Besides, there was always the
morning.
Mason climbed from the bed and quickly dropped
his clothes on the floor before he climbed back into bed next to Jack. He
pulled the comforter up over both of them then grabbed Jack and pulled him
into his arms.
He pushed one of his legs between Jack’s and
wrapped one arm around his waist, his hand resting on Jack’s heart. He nuzzled
Jack’s head where it rested on his arm. He couldn’t believe that after all
these years Jack was finally in his arms.
"I love you, Jack," he murmured quietly into
Jack’s hair. Mason closed his eyes he drifted off to sleep, fantasies of what
his future with Jack would be like dancing in his head.
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