On the Road Pt. 02

"Good night Jersey, you were amazing! We'll see you next time!" screamed Mason into the mic, as the rest of the band improvised an epic ending to the last song of the night, concluding our leg of the tour in the US. Fans cheered and begged for a third encore but this was it. 11PM on the dot. Curtains closed and as soon as we got the okay from the sound and light techs, we ran up on stage and started working on the load out. For the last show, we had hired extra help just to ensure everything went smoothly. And it did. Wires rolled up, speakers, amps, instruments packed and ready to go, lights and motors all racked up and placed in the 11 53' trucks parked in a row on the loading docks. There was only one forklift so as Mikey took care of the bigger heavier cases to tetris inside of the trucks, the rest of us loaded up the rest old school; rolling them onto the loading rails. I was sweating and exhausted but refused to let it show. This had been my first opportunity at an international gig and I jumped on it. In two days, we'd be flying to London for a double nighter show. Among the anxiety and nerves, I was psyched.

By 3AM, everything was packed, trucks had rolled out and the crew decided to celebrate at the corner bar. I however was never quite fond of the male bonding over beers, especially with this crowd. They were all good guys, but they were all clearly straight cis guys who loved talking about tits, which to me, got old after the first night.

"C'mon Alex, one beer. First half of the tour is done," lamented Nate.

"Next stop Britain!! C'mon one drink!" cheered on Simon, who for some reason seemed already pretty tipsy.

Fine, I replied, ordering a beer and took a seat at the end of the table with my peers. After the polite invite to the only gay guy on tour, the guys resumed their talks about tits and decided they needed to rise up to the band and petition for groupies of their own.

"You think Dave doesn't get like ten girls a night?"

"What about Mason?!"

"Apparently he's got his fave groupies on speed dial in like every city"

The whole discussion made me chuckle a few times. Though after all the talks of tits and fucking and being horny, I was beginning to feel it a bit. I hadn't gotten laid in weeks...

As I sipped on my drink and made sure the boys were all too interested in the sound of their own voices, I whipped out my phone and started up Grindr. I doubted anybody was available in Jersey at 3 Am but it was worth a shot.

Surprisingly I had my pick of about 40 guys... not bad, Jersey, not bad...

One of them particularly caught my interest and I sent him a wink. A few minutes later, he winked back. I gave him my hotel room number and said I'd meet him in an hour.

"It's facts though, isn't that right Alex?" yelled Pat, interrupting my ogling of Fuckmedaddy23.

"What?"

"Whatcha doin there? Looking at pussy and not sharing it with the class?"

"Uh, nothing you could handle, I'm sure," I jokingly said.

"Yeah you wouldn't catch Alex dead staring at pussy," yelled Simon, in a surprisingly proud way. It still caused me to blush, feeling a bit outed even though everyone on tour knew and acted like they were absolutely fine with it.

"Oh, right, my bad!" apologized a very drunk Francis.

"I'm sure you get plenty of dick. You're a good looking guy!" he continued.

"What the fuck, Frankie, you want him to suck your dick, too?" Mark yelled out. I'm sure they didn't mean to be offensive but I had taken all I could tonight and prepared to leave.

"Alex, he's sorry. He didn't mean it," lamented one of the other new guys. I didn't remember his name.

"Apologize, asshole," he yelled at Francis.

"Oh it was just a joke. I didn't mean it to offend. It's a compliment!"

"And on that note," I started to say as I placed a 10$ bill near my half empty pint.

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry! C'mon stay with us."

"Apology accepted, Frankie. I just gotta go." I stood up and hugged Nate, who was closest to me.

"No hugs for us, blondie?"

"Nate's the only cute guy here. He gets a hug. See ya later uggoes," I yelled through the loud music, cockiness in check. Nate smiled.

"Oh fuck you Alex!" they all yelled jokingly.

I waved at them, they waved back. I headed out.

Once at the hotel, passing the lobby, I stopped for a few snacks and headed to my floor.

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...

"Mason!" I gasped one last time, tensing up, before really tightening around his tongue, feeling as though I might squeeze it off, and shot my load all over the bed, my body just shutting off. My knees buckled and my body leaned forward, collapsing on top of my mess.

"Did you just fucking come?" His tone sounded surprised, yet satisfied.

I took a moment, but then slowly turned and exposed my wet stomach, my face hot with embarrassment.

"Why'd you do that?" I whispered, barely able to make eye contact.

"More complaints?"

"No!!.. I... it's just it's not like you is all"

"Honestly? I was thinking of your ass all week and wanted to see if I liked eating it," he admitted, catching his breath and exposing a bit of a reddish hue himself.

"And...?" I asked, to which he looked down at his hard dick busting out of his boxers, making me also stare. I snickered and bit my lip.

"All your holes get me fucking hard, Alex," he panted out, still staring at his hard on. I felt a part of him was embarrassed about admitting this. But part of him wanted me to know, which flattered me. That was his way of being vulnerable.

"Fuck, Mason," I mumbled at his confession. His honest flattering words, however crude they were. My high had gotten down a bit, unlike my libido. I was ready to go again.

"Go clean up, and come back," Mason asked. I obeyed, drunkenly making my way to the washroom and splashing some water on my face and chest. I came back to the bed to see Mason had taken off his jeans and boxers and sat at the edge, waiting naked. I placed myself between his legs, admiring his body and his eyes met mine, dominance back in check. Oddly enough, as I looked down at him and he up at me, I wasn't feeling in control in the slightest, which turned me on even more.

"On your knees." His tone was condescending. I slowly obeyed, never breaking eye contact. He leaned forward.

"Open your mouth, stick out your tongue"

At that moment, a knock was heard at the door. We both looked at each other, Mason much more stunned than me.

"Who the fuck is that?!" he whispered, furrowing his brow, panic painted across his face. It had just dawned on me that I had never canceled my Grindr date. A tad embarrassed, I looked up at Mason with a slight smile.

"I... had invited a guy over to fuck tonight... forgot to cancel."

Mason sighed in relief. I assumed he thought it was someone from the crew.

"You want to answer?" he asked.

"Are you serious?"

"I don't know, maybe you could both suck my cock," he grinned. Now I was the one glaring at him, defending my role as the main guy who got to have him. He found it cute.

"Possessive, much?"

"Fuck you"

A second knock was heard. We stayed still. All I wanted was to take Mason into my mouth. I gave no shits about the person on the other side of the door, to be honest.

"Just ignore it, he'll go away eventually," I whispered.

"Fine. Where were we?"

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, obedient submissive eyes in check. He smiled, grabbed my face and poured his spit onto my tongue. I gasped, feeling his saliva slide down my throat. I felt my erection coming back. Asshole.

A third, more aggressive knock was heard. I was about to say something, but Mason finished my thought, guiding my chin back to face him:

"Sshh, be a good boy and take daddy's cock," he demanded. I hated how much I liked those words. I loved how he was just as turned on by them. At the fourth knock, we heard the guy cuss and storm off. I couldn't give less of a fuck. I was taking Mason into my mouth, tightly wrapping my lips around his hardness. I was in absolute heaven. And I was absolutely hard again. I sucked eagerly, my tongue pressing along the hard vein trailing the length of his dick. I felt his hand push my head forward, forcing me to open my throat sooner than later. I gagged a bit.

"Oh you can take me better than that."

He was being deliberately condescending. I was so turned on, goosebumps crept up to the nape of my neck. I relaxed my throat and took him all the way in, making his moan harder than he wanted. Mason throwing his head back, stretching his neck in pleasure was one of the sexiest things I had seen all night. I craved his approval, and as much as he was being a dominant ass, his body was betraying him. I loved it. I continued pumping him into my throat, gagging at times, but keeping my composure. I had started touching myself. His dick was thick. It stretched the corners of my mouth and I had been masturbating vigorously at the thought of him shoving it right up my ass. I circled my tongue around his shaft and gave him nice long hard strokes.

"Christ, Alex... You were born to suck cock," Mason exhaled, not so subtly trying to conceal his own moans. His hand left my head, letting me do what I did best. That's right, no one else makes you feel like this, asshole. No one. He rested his weight on both arms and enjoyed the ride. I took any and every moan or heavy breathing he'd send my way, making me even more eager to please him.

I was gagging a bit more now, but still in control. His dick was so hard, I couldn't stop picturing it drilling into me. This accumulation of thoughts, images and relentless sucking had me drooling all over him. I could feel it slipping in and out of my mouth with such ease. He felt it too.

"Good boy. Lube it up for daddy. You know exactly where it's going."

My ass tightened and my dick was at its stiffest it had been all night after hearing him say that. My high had gained a bit of control over me and I was right back into horny Alex. I believed I could have come again right there if he hadn't stopped me.

"It's funny, I feel you get more and more depraved every time you see me..." He observed. I stared at him, silent. "Am I wrong?" I simply shook my head. I did not want to talk. He snickered. He knew.

"On the bed."

He did not have to tell me twice. I positioned myself right in front of him, my knees at the edge, my legs dangling off the bed. I was about to finger myself to loosen up, when I felt his hands yank mine away.

"Did I say you could move?" His tone was low. I pursed my lips shut, slowly shaking my head. I loved when he got into it. I felt a part of him enjoyed losing himself in the moment as well, however short these moments lasted.

For the second time that night, I gasped as his tongue ventured in and around my ass. I could have stayed there forever. He alternated between tongue and fingers, reaching deeper and hitting that stupid spot. The one that made Alex stupid horny. I moaned out loud whenever he hit my prostate, unwillingly begging him not to stop. Ever. His middle finger enjoyed pressing down and making me moan like a schoolgirl. Part of me was embarrassed, yet I couldn't stop. I didn't want to. The pleasure felt too good when those moans managed to escape my body.

He then slid his tip up and down, rubbing it against my taint and up to my ass. Slowly pressing forward, I felt his head enter me. My panting accelerated as I felt him lean more forward, having me take more of him in, stretching me wider. My nipples were erect and so sensitive. My whole chest was on fire. He swayed his hips back and forth a few times, giving me a bit of time to get used to the size.

"Can you take more?" he asked, both in condescension but also to make sure I was okay, which I appreciated.

"Yes please," I answered within the second. The next second had Mason shoving his rock hard dick almost all the way in me. My mouth gaped open as my eyes shut tight, mixing both pleasure and pain. The thrusts varying in motion, I got used to them pretty quickly and was now leaning back onto him.

"You like when I fuck myself with your dick?" I innocently asked in between breaths. A slight fuck came out of him. Feeling his hands on my hips pulling me back had me smiling like a dumbass. The pacing was overwhelmingly good. Once he got all the way in, he went to town.

My mouth still wide open, I was drooling on my pillow, a part of me relieved he couldn't see what his fucking was doing to my face. I could swear I'd be bruised in the morning by the assault his pelvis inflicted on my ass. Yet I felt myself groaning non sensical stupidities like don't stop, right there and fuck yes, harder.

We were both getting exhausted. I heard echoes of him asking me to turn around, but who's to say. I might have been hallucinating at this point. I just listened and turned my body. I felt exposed this way, vulnerable. My body was wet with sweat, dried saliva had accumulated on a corner of my mouth, my eyes watered; I was a mess. My breathing was heavy, my chest pumping up and down. I looked at Mason looking at me. His chest also glistened. I caught a glimpse of a bead of sweat traveling down his abdomen onto his V-line, which made me ogle at him in a half woke daze. He once again towered over me, intimidatingly so.

"Like what you see?" he breathed out. I gulped, biting my lip at the sight of him.

"Why did you flip me?" I asked, timidly.

"I want to see your face as you come," he simply answered, which took me aback. I considered him for a second, then cracked a dizzy smile.

"Fuck off," I snarked in disbelief. It was a silly request coming from him. A silly and cruel thing to ask... I was certain he was mocking me for some reason.

"I'm serious," he retorted back, erasing my smile as I caught a glimpse of Mason actually biting his lip. He proceeded to ram back inside of me, making me choke on air for a second, to then grab my dick, which had gone a bit softer, and massaged it back to its hard rock self in less than twenty seconds. I was shocked at how much stiffer he got inside me as I moaned from his touch.

"Can you keep taking it?"

"Have you met me?" I shyly smiled, desperately trying to keep a somewhat sturdy facade despite just wanting him to cover me in ropes of his cum.

"Touch yourself for me."

I obeyed with zero hesitation. Look at me, he said. I looked at him, observing his every muscle twitch and contract as he thrusted into my ass, which was comfortably gaped at this point. My jerking intensified the more I looked at him. I had touched myself on a regular basis thinking of this man throughout the tour... my brain kept on trying to comprehend how he was here. In front of me. Naked. Fucking the ever living lights out of me. My jerking accelerated, giving way to panting, and lamenting, some for being just so sensitive and feeling my body ready to explode and some for knowing this ride would end soon and I didn't want it to. I hated going back to the random roadie. To the stranger he barely said hi to yet sneaks out like a child whenever he wanted and joined me. Taking me whenever he wanted. I greedily wanted him all to myself and then I wanted to reject him and make him suffer; a lie I enjoyed entertaining in my head. I knew I couldn't say no to him. And he knew this. He had me naked and vulnerable, watching me in my most intimate moment and he wanted to watch. I wanted to give him a show but also tell him to go to hell.

He lifted my waist higher, my legs resting on his shoulders, and fucked me harder, deeper if that were at all possible. My moans were distorted now. I could almost feel him in my fucking throat. I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want to but I had to; I let go of my dick to grab onto the sheets. To grab onto dear life. I then felt his hand on me again, his fingers wrapped around my pulsating cock, eager to finish the task I had been appointed to and failed. Between squints and moans, I looked at him one last time to see the most provocative glare I had ever seen on his face. That was it. He wanted to see it. That glimpse of vulnerability mixed in with his dominant aura. I wasn't just a pair of holes. He wanted me. I could feel it. I could feel it in the way he grabbed me. He wanted to see it all. And I obliged.

The hard pounding continued. My gasps became moans, which then became screams I muffled with my hand, too scared to look like a total bitch in heat in front of him. I had to try. I had to try and stay compos-

"I'm gonna fuck the cum right out of you," he growled like some unhinged feral animal, gripping my thighs and relentlessly hitting my prostate. Over and over. With such aggressivity. As I heard his words, my body couldn't handle another second. I screamed through my fingers, exploding on my stomach and my face... probably my hair as well... My entire being just went limp in his arms, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure blistering within me. Every inch of my body tingled. I felt my eyes water, but managed to cover my face.

Mason's pounding stopped and I felt him slowly pull out of me. I was thankful he was finally giving my sore ass a break, something I had been much too horny to ask. I relished the release for another few seconds, but then turned to him.

"I want to see you come," I spoke weakly, my dry mouth struggling to make a sentence. My blurry eyes noticed Mason off the bed and standing next to me. I looked up to see his massive cock in his hands hovering over my face, stroking it, as if wanting to keep his own momentum going as I enjoyed the ripples of my orgasm. Another glimpse of consideration, which made my lips curl into a smile.

"I want to, but," I started. Mason leaned in, kissed me and pushed extra saliva into my mouth, rendering yet more moans emanating out of me, to my own surprise.

"I don't need you to suck that long with the show you just gave me," he breathed out, inserting his dick into my now wet mouth and moving his hips back and forth. My cheeks got warmer. I just let him do it. I opened wide and let him use my mouth. Despite the intense fatigue and my body unable to do much, my brain was on fire looking up at him mouthfucking me.

I could tell he was close. I felt his stiffness max out. Look at me, I thought. Hearing his groans was music to my ears. His light panting sent shivers down my spine. Please look at me, I begged him in my head. I felt his hand grab the back of my head and thrust one last time, expecting him to throw his beautiful head back as usual, but... he didn't. He looked at me.

His pained expression as I felt his warm load jet into my mouth was surreal. Did he also want to give me a show? I could have cried. He kept coming, semen slowly overflowing from my mouth and dripped down my cheek onto the bed. His eyes were locked on mine. He let out one final moan, his breathing heavy. I sucked him clean as he pulled out. I could see the energy drained from his body as he made his way to the other side of the bed, just in time for him to collapse right next to me. His chest convulsed until he managed to calm himself.

I still had his cum in my mouth. I hadn't swallowed yet. I didn't want to. We laid there in perfect silence, I quietly swooshed the warm liquid in my mouth, playing with it, letting it coat my tongue of his taste, taking it all in. I swallowed the first half, my throat welcoming any kind of lubrication at this point. Then a thought came to me. A daring thought. This thought almost caused my hardon to reappear for the third time that night. It took a moment, but I convinced myself and with whatever energy I was able to pull together, I slowly climbed on top of him straddling him one last time, gently pressing my weight onto his pelvis. His eyes were still shut, but a slight grin appeared on his lips. He liked me here. He enjoyed me on top. I knew this. I gently pushed my hands on his pecs as if trying to seduce him all over again, but didn't say a word. Couldn't. Feeling my touch, he breathed in, pumping out his chest, making me dig my fingers deeper. He then opened his eyes and I was now the one towering over him. His gaze still intimidated me, but I felt myself bold and gave him a sly look before slightly opening my mouth, letting him know my mouth was still full, my tongue playfully enjoying my reward. His smile remained until his eyes understood what mine were saying. His eyes widened. There you go.

"No," he warned, as expected. His body jerked awake a bit, as if he were about ready to beat the shit out of me if I tried anything further. But I persisted. I wanted him to want it. I still had post orgasm face on, my body was still covered in my semen and I leaned in, caressing his body with mine, moving my hips, gently squeezing my thighs to his sides, rendering us both a sticky mess. I wasn't the type to be overly feminine, but he made me want to try every trick in the book.. I squeezed my chest to his, leaning in closer, gentle eyes, eyebrow furrowing a bit, putting on my best good boy twink face for him. He considered me for a second, still on guard, expressionless, as if deep in thought.. His gaze suddenly softened, along with his body. He pursed his lips a bit, clenched his jaw, like a final attempt at resistance, but then slowly, opened his mouth, slightly sticking out his tongue, as if trying to imitate the guy he was fucking, which was adorable. An inkling of a smile crept up. I was speechless. I opened my mouth and let the mixture of semen and saliva fall into his mouth. I hadn't known Mason for that long, but between his facial cues of anger and disgust, horniness and embarrassment, lied a hidden behavior I had never yet seen but knew the moment I saw it, I had done something to him tonight... something that would make him come back for more despite his dominant exterior: compliance. This was a whole new level of arousal for me. I leaned within an inch of his face.

"Now swallow," I ordered him, my gaze turned more predatorial by the second. He stared at me as he gulped down his own load. I could have fucked him then and there. He even stuck out his tongue, letting me know he had done good. I didn't know how else to express it but to eagerly suck on his tongue and crush my lips on his. His hands gripped my hips, then climbed to my back, eagerly digging his fingers into my skin. The eagerness in him made him scratch my back hard, causing me to gasp in his mouth. I lost count of how many moans I pushed into his throat at this point.

Once I got off him, I smiled. A proud smile at that. He noticed. He was back to his glaring self.

"Get me a fucking towel," he grinned. Smile still solidly attached to my face, I went to the washroom and came back, tossing him a towel, wrapping one around my waist.

"We can take a shower, you know," I innocently proposed.

"That might be the gayest thing I've heard all night." And he's back.

I rolled my eyes, but chuckled. "Smoke?"

"Sure."

I went into my bag and pulled out a pack. I walked over to Mason, who sat on the bed, cleaning off his chest and stomach. He looked at me and I shoved the tip of the cigarette in his mouth.

"You're getting too comfortable sticking things in my mouth, Alex," his tone was low, almost disapprovingly so.

I laughed and walked to the balcony, lighting up, tossing the lighter back at him.

We sat for a few minutes in silence. It was a calm, comfortable silence. It was odd. It was nice. Tension had gone almost all the way down to zero, and I could feel we were both in much more relaxed headspaces. Sex helped a lot. We enjoyed the sky getting a tad lighter from the sun slowly rising. I yawned, giving my body a good stretch, then tensing at the bruises that were slowly forming all over.

"How's your ass?"

"Let's just say I'm happy I have off tomorrow," I smiled, as he did. "You put on a pretty good show yourself. For a straight guy." I looked at him with unwilling neediness in my eyes.

He didn't respond. I looked down and took a drag. We hung there in suspended silence for what seemed like forever.

"I kind of hate you now," Mason said, breaking the silence.

"Why's that?"

Taking a drag, he remained quiet.

"It's just cum, Mase, quit being such a bitch," I sighed, secretly hiding my disappointment to his disgust.

"Not that," he started, taking another drag. "That," he exhaled. "I hate to admit but, coming from you... was pretty hot..." he uttered, his smoldering gaze causing my heart to beat out of my chest. There was another short silence.

"You kind of ruined Europe for me, man."

"What the fuck?"

"I was going to fuck so many chicks in Europe," he trailed off.

I stood there, dumbfounded. Then I burst out laughing.

"Shut up, do you know how many of my groupies are in Europe?!" He laughed with me.

"You can still bang girls, man." My smile couldn't have been wider.

"Not if I keep thinking of tonight... and the other nights..."

Was he saying what I think he was saying?

I tried to laugh it off "Don't tell me you actually like me" I smiled, awaiting his sarcastic dry reply. It never came. He just looked at me. My smile faded.

"I'm not... indifferent to you," he said in a low voice as though choosing his words carefully. My heart dropped. I just stared at him. His beautiful face looked back at me. After hours of fucking and now is when I felt unable to control myself from swooning.

"You know I've been crushing on you since we met, right?" Trying to also be vulnerable, not wanting him to just close off whatever was coming out of him.

"You? Really?" That dry sarcasm back in check, like clockwork. I flipped him off. He cracked a smile and winked, inhaling another puff

"You're definitely the hottest straight guy I've ever slept with."

He smirked at that one, "Yeah straight... straight-ish is more like it."

"Who gives a shit about labels."

He ignored me.

"You know this can't go anywhere."

"I never said it had to," I defended. "I just enjoy the lay."

"Good."

"I get it, the image. Whatever. It's fine."

I feel he might have wanted to defend himself there, but he didn't, probably wanting to avoid a whole discussion that would end with me still being right. I didn't want to get into it either. I didn't feel like ruining what could have been seen as a pretty decent moment between guys.

He didn't say anything, just smiled at the floor. More silence.

"And what if I did prefer being in here... Fucking you?"

"Then you come to my room. And you fuck me," I simply replied, my blue eyes piercing through his very soul at that moment, making him gulp. Even though I had no intention of ever rejecting the guy, I was glad I had myself given him the permission to feel invited. He stood and buckled his pants.

"I gotta go."

"I do have a mantra you can repeat if it helps," I gestured, making him turn to face me, motioning him to come closer. He leaned in and with my best attempt at a Mason impression:

"Christ, Alex, you were born to suck cock," I moaned in his ear. I immediately regretted my joke as Mason grabbed the collar of my top, almost lifting me from my chair. I tried concealing my mock smile as best I could.

"I like you," he actually admitted, catching me off guard. "Don't push it."

"Wouldn't dream of it, rockstar." My soft expression hopefully reassuring him, despite loving our game.

He smiled and kissed me, still gripping me out of my seat. He then went back inside, giving me a nonchalant later.

"See ya," I smiled softly.

I stayed on the balcony a few more minutes taking in the events of the night. Then I smiled to myself. I finished my smoke and went to bed.