Mason in the Center, Part 1
by Joe L
Chapter 4
I'm on the bus on the way home from school. I try to take slower, deeper breaths. I just hope it will somehow slow down my heartbeat. I don't want to have a heart attack before I'm able to see Tyler. I see him every day, but it's like I met the real Tyler for the first time yesterday... so cute, so sweet, and so kissable. This is going to be the greatest part of my day, every day. We're going to have forty minutes together… alone… every day after school. Tyler gets home from high school first… about 2:30. If everything goes according to plan, and I run home from the bus stop, I can get there by 2:50. Parker's bus drops him off next, and he usually comes in around 3:30. Mom picks up Jackson at his after-school day-care thingy on her way home from work, but they don't get home until after five. Dad gets home last, and often doesn't even make dinner time. Since Carson's on spring break, he won't be here. He probably won't show up until dinner… he does enjoy free food.
2:50pm until 3:30pm… we'll have forty minutes of total heaven every day. It's funny, that time before Parker gets home used to be miserable. If I wanted to watch TV, Tyler and I would fight over the remote. If I wanted to work on my homework, Tyler would try to hit my pencil when I was writing or hide my books. I guess he just wanted my attention. He'll get it, now.
It feels like years since I've seen him. We weren't able to have a second alone together last night after dinner. We had to have an impromptu family bowling night at the insistence of Carson, and then he faked getting sick as soon as we got there. He probably wanted to get everyone out of the house, so he could fuck that girl. Well, we all deserved a night out, so we pretended not to know what Carson was up to. After we got home, I had a lot of homework to do, and by the time I finished it, Tyler was asleep.
I can't wait until next year when we're at the same school again. Then we'll have a full hour! Plus, I'll get to see him from time to time during the day and I won't miss him so much.
Today was torture, and I couldn't concentrate. I just kept thinking about what we're going to do when I get home. I'm going to make out with him and get his dick nice and hard… then I'm sucking it. I'm sucking it till it cums. I want him to cum in my mouth. I lick my lips as I think about it. Shit, my heart is racing again.
Finally, my stop! I take a deep breath and run down the bus aisle, down the stairs and down the street towards my house. I wonder what he's doing right now. I wonder if he's waiting for me. I wonder if he's as excited as I am. I wonder if he's lying naked on his bed, surrounded by rose petals. I stand at the front door for a second to catch my breath, and turn the knob.
"Honey, I'm home!" I shout as I bust through the front door. I hear nothing. Is he not even home? Did he chicken out? Is he hiding from me? I run through the house, heading for our bedroom first. That's where he should be. I stop in the doorway and see him sitting on his bed, looking at the floor.
"Tyler?" I ask with uncertainty. He looks up with me with puffy red eyes. "Are you… crying?"
"No," he starts to get up, but immediately crumbles. He sobs into his hands uncontrollably, and I run over to him and try to do something to calm him down. Tyler cries a lot, but never like this. He usually cries out of rage, frustration or embarrassment when someone makes him look stupid. This is something completely different.
"What's wrong? What the hell's wrong? Please tell me!" I rub his back as he tries to form words, but nothing comes out. Oh shit! Did someone find out about us? Did someone die?
"Y-you…," he finally gets out a word. "You're gonna break up with me!"
"No I'm not! Why would I do that?" I notice a few tears have run down my face and drip off of my chin, onto my shorts. I wipe the trail with my free hand, but more tears continue to flow. Dammit. I haven't cried in years! I've been working so hard to toughen myself up, living with my brothers and dealing with the shitheads at school. I certainly wasn't prepared for this, though.
"You're so smart... and I'm so stupid. You're gonna break up with me."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm going to say something stupid or do something stupid… and you'll break up with me. You should just break up with me now for all the shit I've done to you."
"I'm not breaking up with you. I can't believe you'd even say that after our kiss yesterday!"
"Yeah, you say that now… but it's gonna happen. I'll do something or say something and you'll dump me… or some smart guy will come around, and you'll—"
"First of all, we're starting over." He won't look at me, so I lie down flat on my back on the floor so that my head is between his feet and I can look up into his eyes. "I forgive you for everything. I don't care about anything you did or any fights we've ever had. It's just kid stuff. Now, we're starting something completely new and a little more grown-up." I lightly caress his calves with my fingertips, and I finally get a little smile out of him as a teardrop falls from his cheek and splats on mine.
"It's just that… I was so happy yesterday, and today… I just got SO scared. I don't know what I'll do if we ever break up and I have to go back to being sad and mad all the time."
"Lie down on your stomach. Let me rub your back," I say as I get up, and he obeys. I climb on top of him and sit on the small of his back. I run my hands up his back and massage his shoulders as he lets out a long sigh. That's a good start. "You're so tense!"
"It's been a tense day," he mumbles into his pillow.
"You can't go through life constantly worrying about the future. That's like crying every day because someday you're going to die."
"It's not the same thing."
"Okay. How 'bout this… did you ever think that you might meet someone else and want to break up with me?"
"No way," he exhales again, and I can see a smile peeking out the side of his lips. He seems to be enjoying my massage.
"Don't you think I feel the same way after our kiss yesterday?"
"Do you?"
"Of course! I want to be with you so much. I've been thinking about you all day. It's funny… I've been wondering why you even like me. I mean, you're so hot, and I look like a kid."
"No WAY!" He flips over underneath me so I can see his smile. "You're SOOOO cute. You look like Justin Bieber before he got all douchey!"
"I do not, but that deserves a kiss." I lean forward and kiss him sweetly on the lips. I don't linger because I want to get to that dick. I sit back up to Tyler's disappointment and begin to rub his chest. "No more crying, okay."
"Okay." His smile returns, and he runs his hands up my arms, hoping to coax me into returning for another kiss.
"From now on, 2:50pm until 3:30pm is going to be Ty and Mace's happy time, okay?"
"Okay," he giggles.
"Now, I want to make you really happy."
"Kiss me, then."
"Maybe later." I scoot back slightly so that I'm sitting on his legs. I can see the outline of a raging hard-on in his basketball shorts.
"What are you gonna do?" he asks as he takes small gasps of breath.
"How does this feel?" I rub his dick with both hands through his shorts.
"Mmmm," he moans and closes his eyes.
"Can I… take it out?" I whisper, making sure I don't rub too hard.
"Yeah." He lets out another long sigh. I slowly and carefully pull down the waistband of his shorts. It's like unwrapping a Christmas present that I've been wanting forever. I see the outline more clearly through his boxer briefs as I get his shorts down around his knees. I deftly pull down his undies to reveal what I've been longing for.
"Oh man! H-holy shit, Ty!" I can't stop staring. It's so perfect. For some reason, I was afraid it might be too thick, and it would be awkward to suck… but it's perfect. It's so perfect.
"What?" He looks at me with embarrassment.
"I could suck this all day long!" I smile, and he chuckles nervously.
"You're gonna suck it?" His eyes get larger as he realizes how serious I am.
"Oh, fuck yeah," I say, wrapping a hand around his shaft and moving my mouth closer to my prize.
"What do I do? I… I don't know what to do!" he gasps as he squirms underneath me.
"You just lay back and enjoy it!" I rub my hands up his chest inside his tank top, and return to take his shaft in my hand.
"It's not gonna hurt, is it?" he asks. I wonder what he thinks I'm going to do.
"I promise it won't hurt. It'll feel… really good!" I give the tip a little lick. It tastes amazing.
"Holy shit!" A wave of pleasure jolts through his body, and he writhes under me.
"Just relax!" I plead. I want to suck him off, but I'm afraid his convulsions will injure one or both of us.
"How?" He actually looks frightened.
"Close your eyes and take three deep breaths," I instruct. He obeys, but I can tell he's shaking. "Now, relax your hands and feet. Just let them go limp. Now, keep breathing and let the rest of your arms and legs just sink into the bed. Now, relax your back. You're floating on a cloud. Now, relax your neck. Let your head sink into the pillow…." He's stopped trembling, and he seems to be breathing more normally. "How do you feel?"
"Good," he says, as if he's about to fall asleep.
"All right. Now, just think about kissing me." A small smile appears in the corners of his mouth, and his dick throbs in my hand. I think he's ready. I slowly slide my lips over the tip. I can't help but let out a large moan. I'm finally doing it! I'm sucking his dick, and it's so amazing! His dick is so warm and hard. He won't be able to last long. I open my eyes and look up at him.
"Ahhhh… Maaaaace…," he groans. I must be doing something right. I wish this could last forever, but I want his cum more than anything. I pick up the pace and really work my tongue around his head. I know it's just seconds away. I can hear him gasp incoherent words, and I finally feel the warm flood overwhelm my mouth. I swallow it down cautiously, letting it take over my senses. It's better than I've ever imagined.
"Mmmm-hmmm-hmmm-hmmm…," I chuckle as I enjoy every second, still sucking firmly.
"Shit! Fuck… shit! Maaaace! Shit!" Tyler's syllables begin to become recognizable, as he squirms through the final pulses of his orgasm. "Mace, dude! Shit! Holy shit!"
"What?" I ask with a smile, then quickly take his softening dick back in my mouth.
"Shit!" he continues, breathlessly. "Mace… I… fuck! Mace, I think I pissed in your mouth!"
"What?" I laugh and then lick up any fluid that's escaped around his pubes and balls.
"I couldn't help it! It just… felt so good… and suddenly, I couldn't control my body… I just… I couldn't help it, I swear!" He looks so worried and embarrassed. I have to put him out of his misery.
"You didn't piss in my mouth…. You came in my mouth!" I smile, and begin a line of kisses, starting just below his belly-button, which will end at his lips.
"I… came in your mouth?" He still sounds confused. "Mace… I… I don't know what cum is… I've heard of it before, but… I mean, what's the difference?"
"Really?"
"Yeah… I've never done this before!"
"Cum…," I sit up, unfortunately interrupting my trail of kisses up his body. Is it possible he really doesn't know what cum is? I've heard him mention it before in jokes… I think. "Cum is that white stuff that comes out when you jerk off."
"I've never… jerked off. I don't know how," he says. His face is completely red with embarrassment and exhaustion.
"You've never seen a guy jerk off?" I ask, half-expecting him to bust out in laugher, but suddenly the situation becomes very clear. We don't have internet at the house, and we don't have smart phones. He's probably seen very little porn, if any. He doesn't have many friends… none that he hangs out with outside of school. Carson certainly wouldn't ever help him out, and he never asked me. No wonder he was miserable all the time! No wonder he was a jerk to everyone! He always had all that cum stored up and no way to release it!
"No. How do you know this stuff and I don't?"
"I just kinda figured it out…. Here, I'll show you." I pull his tank over and behind his head so that his arms stay in. I sit on his lap and make him lean back on the bed.
"What should I do?" he smiles up at me as he bites his lower lip as I bring out my dick. It's not as long as his, but it's as hard as it's ever been.
"Just watch. You just take the shaft in your hand… like this… and just give it little tugs." I know I can't last long, so I try to be as gentle as I can.
"That's IT?"
"Yeah." I take a deep breath. "Didn't you ever… rub it… or hump a pillow?"
"I dunno… Carson's kicked me in the balls so many times, I was afraid it would hurt."
"It doesn't hurt," I smile as I know I'm close. It's just a matter of seconds.
"Here. Let me." He takes my dick in his hands and jerks me gently, first with one hand, then the other.
"Tyyyy," I moan. My eyes close and my head flops back, but I quickly open them. I want to look at his smile while I cum. "Th-this is what cum… looks like."
I usually jerk out three or four manageable and easily cleanable squirts when I cum, but this feeling is new to my dick. I begin by erupting one hot squirt that splashes up on Tyler's smile. He jolts back in surprise, but his smile quickly returns as he licks his lips. I coat his chest and stomach with more cum than I ever thought I was capable of. I'll have to remember the amount that Tyler inspires in me, at least as far as not making a giant mess. After I regain the ability to think and talk again, I look at my accomplishment and we both begin to laugh.
"Okay, so this makes sense," Tyler says. "This is what comes out when I have my happy dreams."
"You're not jerking off, so you're having wet dreams!"
"I like my happy dreams," he smiles.
"You ever dream about me?"
"Sometimes." He rubs my thighs as his smile widens.
"You do not!" I feel myself blush.
"Yeah, last week I dreamt –" A thunderbolt of panic smacks us as we hear Parker opening the front door.
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