I took a shower, cleaned and boiled some water for my late night snack.
Dube hanging on my lip, I took my ramen to the balcony in nothing but my boxers and relaxed as I waited for Grindr boy to show up. Feeling the effect of the weed a bit too much, I had the overwhelming urge to jerk off on the balcony, but my sudden shyness stopped me. I'd usually jerk off before a fuck date, but I felt I had enough in me to last a few times at least. I looked out at the quiet road below me and tried to clear my head. I gulped down the remains of my ramen cup and munched on chips, downing it with a tiny bottle of gin. My hand's second attempt at touching myself was getting more and more tempting. I placed my hand on my boxers and rubbed on the fabric, feeling myself already getting hard.
After a moment, I heard a knock on the door, which almost gave me a heart attack. I looked down at my boner, embarrassed, and tried to think of a million gross things before reaching the door. This guy is like 40 minutes early! I cleared my throat, tossed the noodle cup and gin bottle in the trash, quickly picked up whatever clothes were laying on the ground and bed and tossed them onto the corner seat of the room and ran to the washroom for some mouthwash.
"Hey uh, sorry about th-" I started, opening the door.
"Hey," said Mason.
My eyes widened in surprise, obviously expecting my excessively punctual one night.
"Oh. Hey... what are you doing here?" I asked, still in shock, desperately trying to conceal my nakedness. I couldn't tell if my heart racing was weed induced or something else.
"I got into a fight with Tristan, then Michelle over something stupid and I got pissed and got the fuck out of that club," he angrily mumbled under a faint whiskey breath.
"The crew guys are still at the bar a few minutes away from here if you want to join them"
"What are you up to?" His tone seemed lower, and gaze softer as if wanting to appear more sober than he was. I gulped.
"Not much... I was actually going to bed soon," I lied.
"Can I come in for a bit?"
My gaze on him lingered for a second, hesitant about the right answer to give. I could feel my heart accelerating a bit more, my brain quietly cussing at myself.
"I don't think that'd be a good idea, Mase," I started, my voice almost cracking at the amount of hesitation. I didn't want to just blurt out I had some random guy from an app coming in thirty minutes. But I found myself never really able to say no to him, either.
"C'mon, just five minutes." He looked at me with what can only be described as puppy eyes. It was almost off putting for his metal frontman aura, yet him almost begging me to come in was jumpstarting my erection again. I then felt my cheeks flushing and my heart beating heavier. I was torn and felt I had to say something rather daring to perhaps shoo him away, despite my smaller brain begging me to let him in. My date could be showing up any minute.
"Do you remember what happened last time you said five minutes?" I asked, letting a certain cat out of the bag. As I spoke those words, I myself remembered what happened and couldn't stop the blood rushing to my dick. Things only got worse when I saw in his face the attempt at embarrassment hadn't worked and instead, he showed a cocky grin. That stupid cocky grin.
"Complaints?" he asked, looking down at my boxers. His intimidating build pushed the door a bit more open, he leaned into my ear.
"You're already hard and I'm not even in the door," he whispered, sending shivers from head to head. I was getting dizzy from him just talking down to me. Despite his drunken breath, the rest of him smelled exactly like I remembered. I was enticed and hated it. I looked down to hide my lip biting and stared at his crotch.
He had me. He knew he had me. He knew I'd choose him, even if he didn't know I'd be snubbing some total stranger just to be with him. I didn't say anything, and with my head still down, opened the door and let him in, defeated.
He led himself through my room and noticed the dube on the table. Without a second thought, grabbed it and brought it to his lips. He looked back at me and winked, then headed to the balcony and sat on the larger patio chair. Asshole. I readjusted and joined him. I disliked that my mind kept fighting myself to stand up to him, yet my horny parts couldn't get enough of the condescension. I sat next to him as he lit up, puffed, passed it to me then went on to rant about his bandmate quarrel.
My mind was getting about half of whatever he was saying. All I stared at was his lips and how I yearned for them on my cock. Fuckmedaddy23 would have been the best bottom to get my mind off this asshole. I knew with him, I was never going to top him. There was no debate. And I took it. I took him all and loved it. There were those rare glimpses I'd look forward to when he'd let out a tad of vulnerability with me to just then rail me on the wall. I always looked out for those. He didn't want to admit to them but they were there. I was in a daze for the second time tonight and he snapped me back to where we were by kicking my chair. I looked up at him, the weed hitting me twice as hard as moments ago. I was a bit disappointed at how the dynamics had turned out tonight. I kept thinking he'd never go bottom, but then again I had never simply asked. Nor would I. But I wanted to feel a bit more in control than I felt at the moment.
"Too horny to listen to my rant, huh?" asked Mason. I was jolted out of my inner conversation and just looked at him, my lips slightly parted, staring at his. I caught myself breathing heavier than usual. The high had now completely taken over again and I found myself standing and going over to him, straddling him and digging my fingers through his short dark hair, a slight moan escaping his throat. He didn't like that. He hated not having control. His glaring translated to I dare you to kiss me so my reasons for punching you square in the jaw are valid. I was too high to care. Punch me, I thought. The kinkier the better, I continued thinking, my high perhaps going a little too far.
"Alex," he warned. I disliked this side of him. He had no trouble fucking the life out of me, but an ounce too vulnerable and he got aggressive. I pushed on, my stupid courage taking over. I slowly licked my bottom lip and he watched. He was high too and easily distractible. I crushed my lips on his and before he could object I grinded my pelvis on his crotch and shut him up. I felt his body tense up, his hands grabbing my thighs in an attempt to push me away. A very mild attempt. Whatever resistance he was holding up lost face when I felt his erection rubbing on mine. He felt it and stopped me, clamping my jaw in his hand. He was about to give me my second warning but I interrupted.
"Mase, seriously, who the fuck is watching," I pleaded, like a child wanting cookies before bed. Surprising even myself, I stood up to him. Mildly. He stared at me for a moment, his hand still gripping my jaw. I slowly stuck out my tongue, playing with my piercing, which loosened his grip. I almost had him. I loved this little game. The times Mason gave in enough to play made for the best nights, however rare. I leaned in closer to his face and gave him my puppy eyes, along with a whiny "Please daddy?"
He was the one who pulled me in and continued the kiss, invading my mouth with his tongue, seeking my piercing and running circles around it, making me hotter with every lap. I felt his large hands eagerly grabbing my hips, pinning me in place, as if I'd want to be anywhere else, deepening the makeout session. My brain was melting and I needed more. I was certain he could feel it with my moans sneaking into his throat with the subtlety of a bulldozer. I bit his lower lip and didn't let go until he gasped.
"Such an eager boy," he growled, drunkaly looking at me. He then firmly grabbed under my ass and lifted me from the chair, effortlessly, I might add even though we were practically the same height. Mason had a good twenty pounds of muscle on this rather lanky build of mine. I took advantage of his busy hands to grab his hair and pull, making him jerk his head upwards. I grinned. I dare you to do anything, my eyes said. Once inside, he dropped me on the bed like dead weight and like I wasn't staring at him hungrily enough, he took off his shirt and unbuckled his jeans. Jesus christ. I felt uneasy at the way he mirrored back a gaze that lustfully traced my body sprawled across the bed. It was as if he contemplated all the things he could do to me and how to get as many in as possible before the poor roadie would collapse and die of exhaustion. I reached for my boxers, stroking my now painfully hard erection, eyes glued to his body.
"Come here," he ordered. I sat up, my face inches from his bulge, ready to take him all in, leading me to suffocate and not care. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. But he said something that surprised even me.
"As cute as you are right now,you're not getting my dick yet. Turn around."
Puzzled, I obeyed and went on all fours, facing the headboard. I felt his hands pull my boxers down to my thighs, exposing my ass. His fingers then gently stretched my asshole and he spit right on it, my eyes widening. This was a first. Was the weed affecting him as much as me? Before I could even picture what was about to happen, he shoved his tongue as far as he could up my ass, my moans echoing through the room. And they didn't stop. They couldn't stop. I couldn't comprehend how anything was happening. What Mason was doing to me. I innocently tried asking what the hell he was doing in between my moans and trying to catch my breath. Among his relentless thrusts, I could hear a faint voice.
"God you have such a fuckable ass."
My eyes rolled to the back of my head, feeling him gape my ass with every aggressive shove of his thick tongue. I couldn't help it anymore and reached for my dick, which was already about to burst. My spasms caused me to tighten around his tongue, persistently making him want to go further. My brain was now a puddle on the bed. I spit in my hand and gave my dick quick hard strokes, I was about to come. My brain was on autopilot. Mason's tongue is in my ass. Mason's... tongue...is... oh my... god...
