positions made it more difficult, but Tyler tipped his head back as Mason dropped forward onto his forearms until he could bury his erection full-length into Ty’s throat. As he shifted, his jeans slid further down his thighs, freeing his balls. Tyler wished Mason’s weight had shifted from his arms so he could stroke his own rock-hard cock. But when the hot skin of Mason’s tight sac bumped his chin with each complete stroke, he knew it didn’t matter. He was a goner.
“God, that’s good.”
He flexed the muscles of his throat around Mason’s cock as his tongue massaged the sensitive underside of the shaft.
“Just like that, Ty. Shit, don’t stop.”
Tyler redoubled his efforts. He loved pushing Mason beyond his usual control. When Mason’s abdomen tightened above him, he applied the slightest rake of his teeth.
“I’m gonna…” Mason hadn’t finished the warning before hot jets of his come blasted from his jerking cock. Ty’s hips rocked instinctively, rubbing his own hard-on against the satin boxers encasing it. Then he joined Mason. They grunted their release in simultaneous waves. Tyler still suckled the wilting mass of Mason’s cock, drawing out every last drop, when he retreated and collapsed on the floor nearby.
The rough exhalation of their mismatched breaths slowed over time. Tyler hadn’t recovered when Mason’s iron grip encircled his wrist then tugged him close. He buried his face against the defined muscles of his lover’s chest and sighed. Mason’s suffering had to be great if he allowed this rare level of intimacy between them.
“You were right to go.” His fingers clenched Mason’s shoulders as he confessed.
Mason’s hands stroked his back and one buried in his hair, tucking him against the man’s still pounding heart. “I’m sorry, Ty. You were hurting. We all were. I get why you stayed.”
“She was a virgin.” Ty registered Mason’s surprise in the twitch of his slack muscles. The pause deafened him as he waited for additional recriminations.
“Then I’m glad it was you, Ty.” Comforting fingers trailed down his spine. “I’m sure you made it good for her. You can be so gentle. And you love her.”
“I hurt her.” Misery spread from his aching heart.
“The first time is never comfortable…”
“No, uh…not that. I mean, she bled some but she definitely liked it.” God, when had he become such a blubbering fool? He wasn’t sixteen anymore.
“You told her about us?”
Tyler tried to ignore the hint of unease in Mason’s voice. Unlike him, Mason had never been with another man. He’d never accepted his bisexuality, swore only Tyler attracted him, and insisted they keep their relationship secret. Ty’d given up arguing about it years ago. Mason would never change his mind.
“No. That’s up to you. But I couldn’t mislead her either. I told her I was involved with someone else, then I walked out on her.” The memory of betrayal drowning her eyes cut him all over again. “Hit me if it helps. I kind of wish you would.”
“Ah, shit, Ty.” Mason damn near suffocated him in a bear hug. “That sucks.”
“Mason, I didn’t even use a condom. I didn’t want anything between us. I’ve never done that with a woman before.” He didn’t mention the times he and Mason fooled around.
“Well, we know she’s on the pill. Remember when Rob got all bent out of shape, freaking out over how bad her cramps were until she got on it?” They shared a crooked smile over the memory of their friend’s deliberation on the best way to tackle the awkward conversation with his sister.
He seemed like he was about to continue but didn’t. “Spit it out, Mason. What?”
“I didn’t think you’d come back. I’m a selfish bastard but I thought I’d lost you. Why did you give her up instead of me?”
Tyler squirmed under the uncomfortable pressure of their heart-to-heart. It didn’t bother him to spill his guts, but he knew it could make Mason flee
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