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Subject: Mason in the Center – Chapter 24 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story is completely fictional. Any resemblance by name or description to anyone dead or alive is totally coincidental. This is a love story between two brothers, both of whom are under the age of 18. If this offends you, if you are not of legal age or if this content is not legal in your area, please do not read this. If you have comments, please email me at ail. If you enjoy my stories, please consider donating to fty. Their hard work helps us all enjoy these stories. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mason in the Center Part 3 Chapter 24 (The real Chapter 24) “Dude, I can totally see your dick through your shorts. Try to hide it a little better,” I whisper to Tyler. We’re watching TV on the couch with the parents, who have finally turned their attention away from us. Mom has been on our case all day. She keeps saying that we’re up to something. We certainly are. I’m not worried, though. She does this all the time, and she has no fucking idea what we’re really up to. “Do you like what you see?” he smiles back at me. “Maybe a little… You’re smiling again. Does that mean that you’re not mad at yourself anymore for falling asleep last ght?” “Nah… you’re right. We were both tired when we started. We’ll plan it out better. We’ll make sure we send Parker out of the room on the ghts that we really know we’re up for it. Then, we’ll be able to last longer.” “Yeah. You can’t beat yourself up considering how FUCKING AWESOME things are,” I whisper, almost too loudly. “Yeah, I was just thinking about something… something that was making me smile.” He licks his lips. “What?” “I was just thinkin’… on the ghts that Parker sleeps in his own bed… it’s not like we can’t screw around some after he falls asleep.” “What do you have in mind?” My pulse quickens, thinking of the possibilities. “Well, mainly… I’ll be able to give you a good-ght kiss every ght… I mean a REAL good-ght kiss.” The look in his eye makes my heart beat out of control and my dick fully hardens. “Okay, but I just have to make sure that you know that your good-ght kiss to me and my good-ght kiss to you are two completely different things… and my good-ght kiss to you is gonna take a while.” “My good-ght kiss to you is going to end with cum squirting out of your dickhole!” Tyler giggles. “WHAT did you say?” Mom snaps. There’s no way she could’ve heard what we were talking about. “Mom, he just called me a DICKHOLE!” I say dramatically. “Push him!” “Don’t be disgusting!” She rolls her eyes and turns back to the TV. “You ARE one,” Tyler shoves me, seamlessly covering our story. We’re getting good at this. * * * I zip through what little homework I have and turn my eyes to Tyler, who’s lying on his bed staring at the ceiling. It’s only a little after 7pm, and our goodght kiss feels like an eterty away. After a minute, he feels my gaze and turns towards me. “I need some boyfriend time,” I whisper. “Wanna go for a run?” He stands up and starts looking for his shoes. “Nah, let’s try something.” I look at Parker, who seems to be preoccupied on the floor with some rocks he found at school today. “What?” Tyler smiles. “Let’s just hang out on your bed. We can hear Mom coming down the hall.” “Get over here!” He lies back and extends his arms towards me. I run over and plop down between his legs as he wraps his arms around my chest. He kisses me over and over on the ear and down my neck. I can’t stop giggling. “Quit!” I pinch his leg. “No way!” “If we’re both giggling like this, we won’t be able to hear her in the hall!” “Okay, fine,” he sighs deeply, hugging me tightly. We take a deep breath and sit together in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of being close to each other. “Hey,” he says. My eyes pop open and I turn my neck to look at him. “What?’ “I went online today… and I was looking at some apartments,” he smiles. “Apartments?!?” I laugh. “That’s like… four years away!” “I know.” He bites his lip adorably. “It’s just fun to think about.” “So, what did you find?” “Okay, I was thinking about what we need to have… I mean, only what we REALLY need.” “Bed.” I say. “Yup, that’s number one,” he chuckles. “A bathroom, a TV, a fridge and a small kitchen.” “What else?” “That’s just it! We don’t really need anything else. I found these apartments called STUDIOS! They’re so perfect! They’re small and they have everything we need. That way, I could be as close to you as possible all the time!” “I don’t think so,” I laugh. “Why not?” “If people know we’re living together in a studio apartment, they’ll know we’re sharing the same bed.” “Oh yeah. I didn’t think of that.” “We can still have a ce two-bedroom.” “TWO? I can’t stand you being that far from me,” he groans. “Okay, I’ll make you a deal, we’ll only use one bedroom, and we’ll always be in the same room at the same time.” “Good,” he sighs and squeezes me. “Do you ever… ya know… fantasize about what we’ll do when we live together?” “Sure,” I giggle while he kisses the back of my neck. “What do you think about?” “So, I have this fantasy that it’s Friday ght and we’ve already decided ahead of time that we’re going to spend the entire weekend in bed.” “Oh FUCK yeah!” Tyler grunts. “I’m waiting naked on our bed, and I finally hear you come through the front door. You walk in the bedroom and we stare into each other’s eyes. We don’t say anything, but you keep watching me while you take off your clothes. Finally, you pounce on top of me and slide your dick all the way inside, all in one motion… and we start a perfect weekend.” “Mmmm… oh yeah,” he whispers. He’s fully hard against my back. “A whole weekend,” I say slowly, followed by a big, satisfied sigh. “It’s gonna be so PERFECT!” he squeezes me and rubs his dick up my back. “So, what’s your fantasy?” I ask, raising an eyebrow and turng my head to look at him. “Okay, okay,” he laughs. “It’s later, that same weekend, and-” “Shit, Mom’s coming!” I say, bolting out of his bed. I run to the other side of the room and plop down in the computer chair. I hear Tyler cover up his hardness with his blanket. I wiggle the mouse furiously and the screen pops out of sleep mode as Mom turns the door knob. I don’t look at her as she steps into the room and stares in silence. Parker gets up, and I hear him leave and bound down the hall. “What?” Tyler asks with annoyance, finally breaking the silence. I look over at her, pretending I just noticed she’s there. “Air this room out! It smells like feet and sweat and… and… HORMONES in here!” She charges towards the window. “Fine!” Tyler cuts her off and pushes the window open, stopping her in her tracks. “Are those the same socks you wore to school today?” she asks. “Those are stinking up this entire ROOM! Can’t you just wash your feet and change your socks when you get home from school?” “Wash my feet and change my socks?” Tyler laughs. “Is that too much to ask?” She folds her arms. “Mom, guys don’t do that,” he smiles smugly and lies back on his bed. “FAGS don’t even do that. Hell, MACE doesn’t even do that!” I throw my history textbook over my shoulder at Tyler. It sails over his head and bangs off the headboard of his bed. He laughs, tauntingly. “What are you DOING?” Mom screeches. “What?” I shrug my shoulders. escort kocaeli “Why did you throw that book at him?” “Mom, let me explain life to you. Tyler just called me a fag. If I sit here and do nothing, that means I’m a fag AND a bitch.” “It’s true, Mom.” Tyler bounces his tens ball against the ceiling. “That’s ridiculous. Mason, don’t throw any more books. Tyler, don’t call your brother a fag.” “Why did you even come in here?” I ask, rolling my eyes. She stares at me for a few seconds. I can tell that she can’t remember. “Did you fish your homework?” “Yes,” I say quickly, trying to get her out of the room as soon as possible. “Tyler?” “Yes!” he groans. “The Bachelorette is almost on,” she smiles. “You wanna watch it with me?” “You wanna pay me?” Tyler asks. This is perfect. She only watches certain shows when she wants to be alone and doesn’t want us around. Now, we have a good reason to stay in our room. Unfortunately, Parker reappears with a juice box and picks up where he left off with his rocks. It looks like he’s pretending one rock is talking to another one. “Mason?” “What?” I pretend I’m not paying attention. “Do you wanna watch the Bachelorette?” “Have I ever watched a single episode of the Bachelorette in my life?” I look at her with disgust. “I don’t keep track of the shows you watch or don’t watch,” she laughs, throwing her hands in the air. “Okay, but you’ve MET me right? Do I seem like the type of person that would enjoy crap that like? Ask Tyler again. He can check out all the hot guys, but-” I hear the history textbook zooming towards my head. I throw my hand up to deflect it to keep it from hitting the computer screen. “Why do I bother?” Mom asks as she turns and leaves the room. “Finally!” Tyler whispers. I listen closely until I’m sure Mom is back in the TV room. I quietly close the door and whizz by Parker and his rocks to get back into Tyler’s arms. He moans softly as he squeezes my body. I let out a deep breath. “I’m so happy you’re a fag,” he whispers and we both start chuckling. “Mmm… meeeee tooooooo,” I whisper slowly. “So, let’s hear your fantasy.” “Oh yeah,” he says. “So, we’re in bed together later that weekend. We’ve been making love all day, and I’m holding you just like this. You’re half-asleep in my arms. You keep falling asleep and waking up, and every time you open your eyes, you look up in mine, and you look so happy. Then, I start to give you some light kisses on the forehead, and you wake up a little more often. Then, I can see in your eyes that you want a real kiss, and I lower my head down to give it you… slow, wet and deep. I hold you like this for a while, just kissing you and loving you… and the second my dick starts to get hard again, I slide out from under you and pounce on top of you… and I’m in there again.” “That’s so perfect,” I pant, as horny as I’ve ever been. I wish I could throw that history textbook at Parker and just knock him out right now. We sit in silence for a few minutes, watching Parker, wondering what the hell he’s doing. Tyler rocks me very slightly side-to-side, and I try to take in every touch and blaze it into my memory. My time with Tyler has gotten longer in the last few days, but it still always feels like it’s over in just seconds. “What are you thinking about right now?” he whispers. “I’ll give you two clues. It’s hard as a rock and it’s pressed up against my butt crack right now,” I say as softly as I can to keep Parker from hearing me. “I thought you might say that,” he sckers. “I have an idea,” I whisper, biting my lip. “What?” he gives me another squeeze. “I mean, it’s RIGHT THERE! It’s like… knocking on the door. Can’t you just slide it inside of me?” “We can’t make love right in front of him!” Tyler gasps and coughs, and Parker looks over at us with annoyance. “I don’t mean make love,” I whisper, after giving Parker enough time to get occupied with something else. “I don’t even mean doing the twitch game. I just want you inside of me. We can just lie still right here, right now, and we can feel each other.” “I’m in!” he whispers and immediately shoves his hands under the covers, nudging his dick out of his shorts. I silently pull my shorts down, and in seconds, his dick slides perfectly inside. A chill of complete pleasure runs up my spine and I have to choke down a moan. Tyler remains perfectly still for a couple of minutes, and my curiosity finally gets the best of me. I peek at him over my shoulder, and I see him biting his lip with his eyes closed. “You okay?” I giggle. “Don’t… MOVE!” he says slowly with a hot breath on my neck. “Why not?” I smile mischievously. “If you move a tiny bit, I’m afraid my body will just start fuckin’… and I won’t be able to stop!” “I might move then!” I look back at him and stare into his eyes. His eyes are pleading for me to stay still, but I know what he really wants. “Let’s just enjoy the feeling. Take deep breaths.” I finally turn around and settle back against his chest. He lets out a huge sigh, and I know he’s under control. Our breathing gets into a rhythm and I’m sure I’ve never felt closer to him. “Mmm… Mace,” he begins to give me light kisses on the back of the neck and the shoulder, and I know it won’t be long. “I lamp you SO much,” he sighs and continues kissing. “I lamp you, too,” I whisper. I glance over at Parker, who has no idea of the level of intimacy that’s going on right now. “Uhnn… gonna… cum,” he whispers under his breath. He tightens his hold on me, and I feel the familiar spasming of his dick inside of me. He lets out a huge breath after he fishes, and wiggles his hands into my shorts to fish me off. After a few quick jerks, I have a silent orgasm under the covers. We quietly giggle as we lick my cum off his fingers with Parker still completely oblivious across the room. With a final sigh of relief, we relax again, his softeng dick still inside of me. “Hey, there’s something I’ve been meang to ask you,” he whispers, breaking the silence. “What?” “Do you ever… ya know… wanna make love to me?” “No,” I say without hesitation. “Why not?” he asks, a little too loudly. Parker looks over, but we remain silent. “It feels SOOOO good!” he whispers right into my ear, Parker finally distracted enough for us to talk again. “When we have our apartment together, and we have more time, maybe. Right now, it’s just… when you’re cumming inside of me… and you’re kissing me so deeply… and I feel how much you love me.” I take a deep breath. “It feels better than an orgasm. It’s so perfect.” I feel Tyler’s dick harden inside of me again. * * * “GO TO SLEEP!” Tyler groans, throwing a sock at Parker. “You just want me to fall asleep so you guys can kiss! You guys can’t kiss while I’m in here! That’s the rules!” Parker groans. “I don’t remember agreeing to that rule,” Tyler smiles at me. “Me neither. I guess when you’re in here… there will be… less kissing. But there has to be SOME kissing!” I run over to Tyler’s bed and plant a sloppy kiss on his lips. “GROSS!” Parker turns away from us in a huff and plops his head back on his pillow. Parker begins to hum to let us know that he’s still awake. He’s such a little shit. He knows how much he’s annoying us. He’s really pressing his luck. There’s no point in railing on him… it will just keep him awake longer. We just have to wait him out. Once he falls asleep, he’ll be out for the rest of kocaeli anal yapan escort the ght. The waiting seems like forever, and the humming eventually makes me sleepy. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my chest. I awaken with a start, seeing Tyler at my bedside and notice the humming has stopped. “Is he?” I whisper. “Mmhmm,” Tyler nods. “Damn… sorry. I just got really sleepy all of a sudden.” “That’s okay,” Tyler smiles at me. We lock eyes for a few seconds, and then Tyler moves in for a kiss. I feel my body surge back to consciousness again. We continue for a few minutes slowly kissing in complete silence. He’s right… it’s going to be amazing to do this every ght and not have to worry about Parker waking up. Tyler pulls back and rubs his hand over my chest. “Just so ya know,” he whispers with a wideng smile, “that wasn’t your good-ght kiss. That was just an ‘I lamp you’ kiss.” “Good… now go get in your bed!” Tyler scampers over to his bed and quickly gets under his sheets. I yawn and stretch, taking my time going over to him. His eyes follow my every movement until I finally sit down on the floor next to his bed. I lean over him. “Good-ght, Tyler,” I whisper with as much love as I can muster and plant my lips on his. Once the kiss reaches its maximum depth, I slowly slide my hand under his covers and down his sleep pants. I eventually wrap my hand around his warm shaft. “Nnnnn,” he moans into my mouth as I gently jerk his dick with my fingers. This is just way too hot. I can’t help but putting my other hand to work on my own dick. I try to keep things as slow as I can, working on both dicks, but I’m quickly overwhelmed. I feel my cum coating my hand, and almost instantly feel Tyler’s cum squirting a hot puddle inside of his boxer briefs. I continue the kiss another minute or so, knowing Tyler doesn’t want it to end. I finally pull back, scooping as much cum up as I can with each hand. “You came, too?” Tyler smiles, looking at my hands. “Duh… how could I not with the way you’re kissing me?” I smile, feeding him a little glob of cum before taking a taste for myself. We continue to clean ourselves up in the best way possible, resulting in two more hard dicks. “My turn!” I run back to my bed and pull the sheets tightly over my body. I hold my breath in anticipation as to what Tyler will do to one-up my good-ght kiss. He lifts himself out of his bed and adjusts his bulge so that I can see the outline. He slowly walks around the room, and my anticipation turns into giggles. I can’t control them, hoping somehow that they won’t wake Parker. He must really be the deep sleeper that we thought. He never moves. Tyler continues to saunter around the room, pretending to ignore me, quietly whistling and staring at the ceiling. After three trips around the room, he finally approaches my bed, slowly gets down on one knee just like last ght and extends an arm towards me. “What? No!” I whisper, my heart jumping up in my throat. “We can’t do that again!” “Listen. We don’t have to… make love. We just HAVE to be together. I’ve been thinking about it all day, and after all that’s happened, I just can’t let you sleep in that bed anymore. I just lamp you way too much to let that happen. I need you with me… in my bed… in my arms.” “We can’t! We have our time together… and now we have our good-ght kisses every ght. We can’t get greedy or we’ll screw up. Just give me my good-ght kiss and we’ll both be able to go to sleep.” “Lemme ask you a question.” His convincing smile is still as strong as ever. He really has been thinking about this all day, and he has a plan for my refusal. “When was the last time that Mom or Dad or anyone else came in this room after bedtime?” “Umm… I guess it was in January when we all had the flu.” “Right, and when was the time before that?” “Uhhh….” I stop to think. “I actually can’t remember.” “It was the time BEFORE THAT when we all had the flu, like THREE YEARS AGO!” he states proudly. “I guess you’re right,” I say and his smile grows. He knows he’s wearing me down. “Look… still, it’s just too risky. What if Mom or Dad gets up in the middle of the ght to go to the kitchen to get something to eat or drink and they hear us?” “Since when do they do that?” he asks. I’m runng out of resistance. “We… can’t….” I bite my lip to keep a smile from overtaking my face, but Tyler knows he has me. “We can. You can,” he whispers, inching closer to my bed. “So… am I walking, or are you carrying me again?” I giggle. “Carrying!” He quickly hoists me into his arms and suddenly, we are deep into a kiss as we make our way to OUR bed… It’s not his bed anymore. We’re both going to sleep together in OUR bed every single ght. He carefully lays me down and we burrow under his sheets, trying not to giggle too loudly. He rubs my chest as we stare into each other’s eyes, and the giggles finally subside. “Every ght?” I ask, loving every second of being in his bed with him. “EVERY… SINGLE… NIGHT,” he says slowly, rubbing me more sensually. “Man…. Life just keeps getting better and better.” I lean up and give him a peck on the lips. “Yep.” He continues to stare at me for a few more minutes. I just want him to kiss me again so I can cum and release the tension in my body, but he seems to have something else in mind. I just continue to stare in his eyes, letting him enjoy the moment. “Mace?” he asks, finally breaking the silence. “Yeah?” “I uhh… saw the way you looked at me last ght and toght… when I knelt down in front of you.” “Really?” “Yeah… so… will you… marry me?” he asks with the most adorable, hopeful gaze. “Marry you?” I ask. “I know it’s kinda selfish of me. You’re only fifteen and you haven’t lived your life or met many people-” “Do you think I could meet someone who I could love more than I love you? Do you think there’s someone out there that could love me more than you do?” “Defitely not!” The hope in his eyes continues to grow. “Well… I don’t think we can actually… walk down the aisle or get legally married… but if you’re asking me to be with you forever… YES, YES, YES, YES, YES!” I kiss him all over his face as his tears flow. “Really?” he sffles. “Of course! We’re always gonna be together!” “I’ll always be there for you. I’ll always make you happy,” Tyler takes over, kissing me all over my face. “You make me SO happy.” Things continue to get more intense. Both of our breathing becomes heavier as we try to stop the tears. My heart is thumping against his hand as he continues to rub my chest while he showers me with quick but powerful kisses. “I’ll be the best husband ever! I’ll get a good job at a good restaurant and make lots of tips. I’ll cook and clean, and I’ll take care of your car! I’ll wash it and keep it gassed up. I’ll do all the shopping and the laundry and-” “You can’t do all that!” I giggle. “Yeah I can!” he protests. “You’re gonna be really busy with college and studying and shit, and then you’ll probably have a really tough, stressful job and-” “Umm… You’ll be needed… in the bedroom.” I wiggle my eyebrows. “Oh yeah,” he smiles with embarrassment. “Okay, I’ll do a lot of that stuff, but we have to plan stuff to make sure we have as much time in bed as possible.” “Deal!” I say, and we seal the promise with a kiss. I stare into his eyes for a few seconds, wondering how someone could make me this happy. “Tyler? izmit yabancı escort I don’t think… I’ve ever loved you as much as I do right this second.” “Really?” he asks with a big smile, getting back to kissing my face. “Yeah… I think I need to come up with a new word that’s more powerful than ‘lamp’,” I chuckle. “How ’bout this,” Tyler pauses. “Let’s say that ‘I love you’ now is a BILLION times stronger than ‘I lamp you’.” “In that case… I love you, Tyler.” “I LOVE you, too!” The tears begin to flow again as we both manage some sloppy kisses between quiet sobs. We eventually regain our composure, realizing how much our dicks need to cum. “I love you,” I repeat, staring into his eyes. “What can I do?” “What do you mean?” “What can I do to make you love me more?” he asks, adorably. “Hmmm… okay, I know. Let’s see if we can break our record for longest kiss,” I suggest, stroking his hair. “Really? You up for that?” he smiles, letting the scene run through his head. “Yep… I figure we’d better go for three hours mimum… just to make sure. And it doesn’t count if you break it to lick up some cum. We just have to keep going.” “If we’re gonna do that… we’d better get out of our sleep clothes. Things are gonna get gooey.” He starts to wiggle down his waistband. I do the same, and in seconds, we are both naked except for our socks, locked in each other’s arms. “You ready?” I ask, our lips less than an inch apart. “Get ready to love me more.” * * * I awaken to a strange noise, but instantly feel Tyler’s arms around my chest and his breath against the back of my neck. I smile, taking in the sensation before attempting to open my eyes. I hear the noise again, and a second of pac bolts through my body. My eyes shoot open to see Parker standing by our bed, arms folded and an angry scowl on his face. He exasperatedly sighs, confirming the sound that woke me up a few seconds ago. Tyler is unfazed and continues to sleep deeply, still embracing me. I roll over on my back and pull Tyler’s arms around me more tightly, hoping it will cause him to stir. I hear him moan, as he eventually pushes through the layers of consciousness and finally opens his eyes a crack. He looks at me, looks up at Parker, and then looks back at me, trying to survey the situation. Finally, he gives up, closes his eyes with a satisfied smile and hugs me tightly. Man, this is a great way to wake up. “It smells like KISSING in here!” Parker fumes, as he doesn’t appear to be taken seriously. His statement jolts us awake, and Tyler continues to hold me as we laugh hysterically. “It DOES!” Parker repeats, and we laugh harder. I finally compose myself enough to get a sentence out. “I wasn’t doing any kissing last ght,” I say innocently. “Tyler, you weren’t kissing anyone last ght, were you?” “Nope,” Tyler smiles, stroking my arm under the covers. Fuck, that feels good. “You weren’t?” I ask, astounded. “Not even ONE?” “Not one,” he sticks with his story. “I bet you need one, then,” I turn towards him so that the tips of our noses are touching. “I need one… BAD!” he smiles, and we indulge in a deep good-morng kiss. “GROSS!” Parker storms from the room, and Tyler and I continue to kiss through giggles. Damn, this feels so good. I notice that Parker didn’t close our bedroom door, so I pry myself out of bed and run over to quietly close it. Tyler yawns, closes his eyes and wraps his sheet up around his shoulders. “You can go back to sleep. You look like you need it,” I say glancing at the clock. It’s 7:05am… not a time that I usually see on the clock on a Saturday morng. “Get back in this bed,” he demands, followed by another yawn. I happily obey. “I’ll hold you this time. Just try to go back to sleep,” I say, wrapping my arms around his sides and kiss the back of his neck. It’s not the perfect fit when he holds me, but he seems to like it. “Thanks,” he sighs, and I hold him in silence for a few minutes, thinking he’s back asleep. “Mace?” he whispers, startling me out of my bliss. “Yeah,” I hug him, happy that he’s still awake. “Did we… break our record?” “Yep,” I say, kissing him repeatedly on the back of the neck and down to his shoulder. “Do you love me more than ever?” “Mmhmm,” I continue, hoping I might get some early morng lovin’. “Good,” he sighs and acts like he’s going back to sleep. I hug him tightly and play along, hoping this is just an act. “Mace?” he asks after a few more minutes. “Yeah?” “Dud we uhh… get married last ght?” “Yep,” I giggle. “So… we’re… married then?” He turns over to face me. “As far as I’m concerned, we’re married,” I bite my lip, hoping for another kiss. “Okay, good.” He flips back over with a yawn and acts like he’s going back to sleep. I return to kissing the back of his neck, making sure that he won’t fall back asleep, just in case. “Mace?” he asks. I can hear the smile in his voice. “Yeah?” “So, you’re going to be here… in my arms… every morng when I wake up, right?” “Yep.” “Umm… do you mind… if I kiss you sometimes when you’re asleep?” “Of course not!” I say, grabbing his face and kissing him. “Good… cuz last ght, I woke up a couple of times and really wanted to kiss you, but I didn’t want to wake you up.” “Always kiss me whenever you want,” I say, gazing into his eyes. “Okay.” He gives me a sweet kiss and then closes his eyes as he hugs me tight. “Mmmmm… just thinking about us being in the same bed EVERY ght… and you being in my arms every ght… and all the KISSING…. It’s totally making me pre.” “Lemme check.” I quickly dive my hand down to his dick. I run my index finger over his slick dickhole and manage to bring up a drop that I quickly lick up. “Yep. You’re pre-ing all right.” “What about you?” he asks with a sleepily raised eyebrow. “I know that you and me… in this bed together every ght…. Well, there’s gonna be A LOT of pre and A LOT of cum.” “Yep,” he giggles. “But even if we didn’t ever do that… just being in your arms would be enough. I mean… when your arms are around me, I feel so safe and warm and loved and perfect. It just feels so right. It feels like this is the way things are supposed to be. Okay, I’m totally leaking pre all over the place,” I laugh. “Mmhmm.” He chuckles, taking a sample of his own. “Umm, Mace?” “Yeah?” “What’s that word again… when you make a marriage official?” “Consummate?” My dick throbs. “Yeah… consummate. Don’t we need to… consummate our marriage before it’s official?” “Yeah, I guess we do. Mom and Dad don’t get up until after ne on weekends.” “Damn… we can consummate three times before they get up!” ****************************************************************************** I have published my first work on Amazon. It is called “Dinger!” and it is the first book in a serial novel, based on my other fty work, “Backdoor Slider”. My pen name for Amazon is Finley Cooper. If you could support me by purchasing a copy of the ebook for $3.99, it will allow me to post more work here in the future. Please send me an email if you have any questions. ****************************************************************************** ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If you’d like pictures (G-rated, of course!) of what I think Mason and Tyler look like, send me an email. I will be posting one chapter of this story every week, and I will be alternating with a repost of an older story in the Gay-High School section called “Backdoor Slider”. It is a love story between best friends that are baseball players. Also, check out my story, “We Have the Summer” in the Gay-Incest section, which was just completed! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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