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Slowly, he traced his tongue down Timothy's shaking neck, sloppily drooling and leaving wet smooches down his bare chest. As he drew small circles and lines on his abdomen with the tip of his tongue, he nose picked up on the sharp, pungent stench of the alcohol they had been drinking just moments ago.
How did it even get to this? He couldn't recall what led up to this; entangled together on his bed and carelessly making out. He wasn't a heavy drinker, or much of a drinker at all, but this time proved to be different. Very different.
As he lowered himself between Tim's legs and began to sluggishly unbutton his jeans, suddenly, he stopped. Questions of varying seriousness raced around his head. What was he even doing? How would he do this? Was he pleasing him right? How did Tim feel about what was happening? But the one question that seemed to override the others; Was this right?
It didn't feel right, he mentally answered back. So why was he doing it? Being gay and sleeping with a man... what a mystery. It wasn't like he was a virgin who had never had sex before - he had a wife at one point and even was going to be a father - but it was as if he was up onstage in front of thousands and utterly naked. Stranger was the fact that he could think coherently and clearly while drunk.
If he stopped now, how would Tim feel? Part of him felt too empathetic, much too caring for others who normally wouldn't even think about reciprocating his kindness. But Timothy wasn't like that. He wasn't cruel. In fact, he was quite the opposite. If he stopped, he would let it go, shrug it off. Maybe they could just stay in each other's arms or sober up; an image of him splashing cold water on Tim's face made itself crystal-clear in his head.
A deep sigh from above snapped him back to reality. "Mas, you okay? You there?" he said, worried. Just how long had he been thinking for?
He could feel blood rushing to his cheeks. Embarrassed, he immediately got back to what he was doing, refraining from talking and instead nodding. He took off Tim's jeans and tossed them aside, and reached down to undo his belt, a loud jingle resonating in his head when it hit the floor.
It felt rude to leave Tim hanging, so he eventually brought himself to answer. "I'm fine... don't worry," he slurred.
He brought himself down between Tim's legs, staring directly at what was in front of him. Tim's dick stood upright, its size actually longer than he expected, and his small pink ring pulsed each time he breathed. To Mason's surprise, he was clean-shaven down there. He paused. What guy actually shaves down there? Did he wax it or something?, he thought to himself. Personally, he never thought to shave himself. What was the point? It's not like any other guy he knew shaved or waxed. He couldn't help but be in awe. Another thought lapsed his brain; Was that even normal?? He didn't know where to start, his heart pumping at a faster pace and his face burning up as he laid completely still.
Yet again, it seemed like he had been thinking for too long, and he saw Tim give him a strange look. It wouldn't hurt to ask, right? He tried to push away the thoughts about how stupid he looked. "How do I do this," Mason breathed out in slight frustration, "without hurting you somehow?"
A tender hand reached down to take Mason's wrist, moving it onto his dick. Silently, he understood, slowly curling his fingers and wrapping his hand into a loose fist. Slowly, he began to rub it, keeping his speed as slow as he possibly could. He looked up, carefully watching Tim's face; he seemed a little bored. "Uh... am I doing it right?"
"... it's... ehh... fine." Tim shifted around on the bed, looking back at Mason. "Yeah, you're doing fine, Mas." Hearing that reassured him. What didn't make him feel great was the pulsing and slight twitch of his dick with every stroke. It felt so, so weird, but he didn't want to stop giving him pleasure, so he kept rubbing. His curious eyes were locked on the foreskin that shifted up and down the tip with each stroke. This was so strange.
After a while, he got bored of the snail pace he was at, and he quickly picked up his speed. He observed Tim's sudden spasm, his lips gently parting and his abdomen caving in a little. He knew he was enjoying this, but he barely was doing much. The hazy, sudden thought of Tim's face screwed up like paper, his sweating body aching and twitching, the endless groans and moans spilling from his mouth, awakened something in him. He wasn't going to deny that he wanted to see him like that, but he didn't know how to achieve it. Time for an arm workout, he thought, pushing himself to the limits of speed
"Didn't know you were... liking this so much." The pleasured sounds and squeaks from above were taking a massive toll on Mason himself. Awkwardly, he shifted around, feeling his pants get uncomfortably tighter the more he listened.
"Wait!" Tim gasped, "S-Stop...!"
Suddenly, Mason's hand was swatted away from his dick. Immediately, he felt his heart drop. Did he hurt him? What happened? Why did he wanna stop? Guilt coursed through him, but then emerged that soothing, breathless tone that he loved so much, and suddenly, all those thoughts dissipated.
"... slower... please?" he whimpered. Only now did Mason realise how flushed Timothy had become. His entire body was coated in sweat and his legs were shaking uncontrollably. Hearing him plead made him blush, which he hid by quickly looking down and getting back to work. He craned his head forward and flitted his tongue around the head, eliciting louder groans from Tim. His heart was racing faster the more he thought about putting it in his mouth, but he persevered through his fear and slowly lowered himself down, opening his mouth.
Immediately, his mouth felt full, his dick subtly pulsing around his tongue. He couldn't go further or he would choke. That was his biggest fear. Truly, he had no problem with helping Tim, but for him to be doing this felt bizarre. His eyes met Tim's patient ones, and he felt himself melt a little when he spoke,
"You can keep going whenever you want. I-I don't mind, I know this is new for you, Mas."
How did he end up with someone so caring?he thought, full of admiration, So lovely, wonderful, patient, considerate, all the above. What did he do to deserve someone so intensely amazing?For a brief moment, he felt himself forget this situation entirely, only focused on the beautiful soul below him.
"Might wanna hurry, or I'll get bored," he teased, laughing a little.
And finally, after a long while of laying still, Mason got down to business...