Chapter 11

Kneeling on the bed next to Mason, John oozed out a generous amount of lube to slosh over his hard dick. When that was thoroughly coated, he sent a finger inside Mason to loosen him up.

Mason sighed.

“Good?”

“Wonderful. Do another.”

John obligingly thrust in a second finger, even as he slid his other hand across Mason’s thigh and to his cock to stroke it to full erection. Mason’s teeth pulled at his bottom lip and his eyes lowered to half-mast. The slight pink hue to his face was incredibly endearing.

“Now, fuck me now,” Mason urged.

John quickly replaced his fingers with the head of his dick. He pushed in slowly, but Mason’s ass easily loosened to welcome him. John slid home. His own eyes closed, his breathing grew shallow as he fought for control over the impulse to pound Mason hard and fast, deep and thorough. He should take this slow and easy. Not act like some conquering caveman.