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I wake up in my bed more relaxed and comfortable than I've ever felt. My body feels loose and it's like I'm floating right now. I roll over and realize I have morning wood, which is so hard it almost hurts. I lay on back to massage it gently and relieve it a bit. I sigh from the slow pace of my stroking and the firm grip I'm holding. The first thing I think of is Dean. Images of us stroking each other's cocks and making out appear in my head, and I can't remember if it was real or a dream. I'm in a complete state of lust as I think of his hot body, his warm lips, and his hard dick. I obsess over him and stroke my cock faster. I imagine my cock is his own and I'm pumping his cum out. I fantasize about him on me, taking control of my body as he throws me against the wall. Imagining his touch makes my entire body shake. I can feel his hands on my ass, holding me up as I stare into his green eyes that feel like they're piercing into me. I moan and jack off faster, needing relief.
Suddenly, I hear a door close and my eyes snap open. I try to put my dick away quickly but I'm still groggy and have to move slow. I begin to process being awake and try to remember what happened. I sit up and see that I'm only wearing my briefs which are sticking to my crotch area. I peel my briefs down and realize it's dried cum. I don't remember how I got to my bed or what I did, but I keep seeing images of Dean and can't get him out of my mind. Only seconds pass as reality begins to hit me and I start to question what really happened. I look at the floor and see clothes laid out by the door but none of it belongs to me. I look to the spot next to me on my bed but there's no one there. Maybe Dean and I didn't do anything. However, the vivid images in my mind make me think that my dream was more than that.
"Look who finally woke up," I hear a deep voice say.
I look up and see Dean. He's only wearing underwear, he has a towel in his hand, and his hair is moist. Drops of water run down his tanned, muscular body. Despite how much the view turns me on, I feel even more confused and try harder to remember what exactly happened.
I realize I'm half naked and grab my pillow to cover myself up as best as I can. Now I know I wasn't dreaming.
"What? You're feeling modest now?" he jokes before throwing his towel on the floor.
I look at him for a long time and can't tell if it's because I'm checking him out or still trying to process what happened between us.
"I hope you don't mind but I took a shower. I was gonna wait for you, but I woke up feeling a bit... dirty," he says with a devious smile, "Oh and my boxers were stained with cum, so I had to borrow a pair of yours, but they're a little tight."
I look at his underwear and realize it is mine. They're bright orange briefs wrapped tightly against his muscular thighs. I'm slimmer than him and my underwear is clearly a tight fit, so they form a very noticeable bulge in his crotch area, which lets me see the outline of his dick. It's big but I can't tell if it's hard or soft.
"You okay?" he asks after a few seconds of silence.
"Please tell me we didn't do anything last night," I plead, not being able to believe it.
"What, you didn't like it?" he teases, seeming a bit offended, "C'mon it was just a handjob and we made out a bit, but uhh... I'm willing to take it a step further."
He gets on the bed and I inch away but he crawls over to me quickly and strokes my inner thigh. I shudder and let him rub my leg as he kisses my neck. It isn't too long before I'm pushing him away and jumping off the bed.
"No y-you're not gay, you're not even bi," I state, as if that changes what happened.
"Yeah, I fucking love girls. But I also tend to get a little excited when I see a really cute, sexy guy like you just begging to get fucked," he says before rushing off the bed to get closer to me.
He's taller than me so I'm looking up at him and I feel inferior. He's so built and good-looking, and I feel so unstable that I think my legs are gonna give out. I look down, so I won't feel as powerless, which turns out to be a mistake. Suddenly I can't take my eyes off his lower body, where my briefs are clinging to his hardening erection that looks like it's about to tear through the cloth.
"I wasn't begging you to fuck me."
"Yeah right. Look at you now. Staring at my dick. You're probably thinking of how deep I can drill your ass."
He's right. I can't even imagine the amount of damage he could do to me. I don't think I'd ever walk straight again. I'm so focused on his cock, I don't notice him leaning towards me until he starts kissing me. I gasp when I feel his tongue and push him away from me. He trips back and falls against the wall. The expression on his face shows that he's completely confused by my reaction. I guess he's not used to being rejected.
"What the fuck?" he yells as he tries to regain his balance.
"Get out."
"Are you serious?"
"Get out!"
I grab his clothes, throw it into his hands, and begin to push him out. He doesn't have time to say anything or react before I throw him out of my room and lock the door.
"Caleb, what the hell?" he says as he starts knocking on the door, almost pounding it. I stay quiet and sit down on my bed. I ignore him as best as I can while keeps on knocking. About a minute or two later the noise stops, and he curses. A few seconds pass before I hear the front door close. I assume that he's left, but I don't bother to check.
I have no idea what to do, and my mind is a complete mess. All I can see is what happened last night, and the memory makes me want to run after Dean and go further with him like he said he wanted to. Does he really want that though? I know he loves sex because of the conversations he's had with Mason, but how far is he actually willing to go with me?
I shouldn't want to do anything with him, though. I don't want to think about it any longer, but I'm worried. Dean might tell Mason, and I should explain things to him before he gets the chance. Although, there's not much to explain. I was so horny and desperate that I let Dean control me. He didn't even force me. I wanted it. I might have told him to stop but I constantly gave in. I don't even know how Mason would react. I've seen him get extremely angry before to the point of getting violent. I don't know if he'd be more sad or angry, but it kills me to think of how upset this could make him.
I pick up my phone and contemplate calling him. I should do it now so that Dean doesn't beat me to it. I don't even know if Dean would want this to get out. But he's such an asshole, he would do it just for the fun of it. Then again, no one knows he's into guys. He might want to keep it that way. I should wait and sleep on it. Dean is probably still trying to collect himself and I doubt he has Mason on his mind right now. I put my phone aside and lay back down to try and go back to sleep. I do my best to focus on how tired I am rather than think of Dean. I'm not sure how much time passes before I fall asleep.
My mind drifts to what happened after Dean came on my face. We were lying on our backs and staring at each other. He put his hand on my cheek and started pushing his cum into my mouth. I sucked the cum on his fingers until he pulled them out to make me drink more.
"That's right. Swallow every last drop baby," he whispers in a sulky voice.
I moan in compliance as he keeps sticking his fingers in my mouth for me to suck on. The cum tastes salty and warm, and I'd be more hesitant to taste it if I didn't feel Dean's warm breath on my face and his fingers dragging along my skin. I feel the strands of cum dragging across my face and it makes me feel dirty. But every time he pushes cum into my mouth, I feel thirsty for more. Licking and sucking the cum off his fingers feels so erotic and I want to taste more of him. He came so much it feels like hours have passed before my face is clean and he starts kissing my neck. My body feels like it's melting into his as he gets on top of me. He kisses and licks what feels like all the right spots on my body, and it drives me crazy.
He moves down from neck to my shoulders and I place my hands on his back to feel his hardened muscles. Every inch of skin he places his mouth on tingles and my body tightens up in ecstasy. His mouth slowly moves down to my chest, and I gasp loudly when he sucks on my nipples. My cock is fully hard again.
"Dean," I mumble.
He stops to look up at me. "Say my name."
I bite my lips and dig my hands into the sheets. His hand reaches out and wraps around my throat. He squeezes it and says, "C'mon baby say my name."
I groan, "Dean."
His grip gets even more firm and air barely enters my lungs. "Louder."
"Dean," I'm almost yelling.
He lets go and rubs his thumb across my lips. "I love how it sounds coming from your mouth."
He softly bites on my nipple and I moan from the sensation of his teeth tugging. I tighten my grip on his back and breathe quick, loud breaths that make my stomach go up and down at a rapid pace. He keeps moving his way down and he's sucking and kissing his way across my slim body. I usually work out with Mason and while it's not at his pace, I still have a slightly-defined six pack.
My body feels like it's about to explode from the sensation of Dean's mouth since I've never experienced this intimacy before. My hands move up and I softly hold onto the back of his head and run my fingers through his dark brown hair, which is in short, messy curls. My entire body is buzzing from the attention Dean is giving it, and my dick is on the edge of cumming. He reaches my waist and starts to tug on my briefs. I begin to panic. We can't go there. I push his hands and try to shuffle away.
He smiles and sighs, "You're such a tease."
He crawls back up to me and, without warning, flips me on top of him. Our lips smash into each other's and his tongue slips in. This is how he takes away my self-control. He might've stopped right now when I asked him too, but he wants to show me how he's still dominant over me. He kisses me deeply and it just feels so raw and dirty, which makes it hotter. He kisses me hard and bites on my lower lip, and I feel like he's going to bruise my mouth.
He slaps my ass and I moan into his mouth. Even though my underwear is covering it, my ass stings, which emphasizes on how strong he is. I look him in the eyes and run my fingers across his jawline, waiting to see what he'll do next.
I wake up what feels like hours later to the sound of a doorbell. I look around and after checking my phone I realize less than an hour has passed. My dick aches from how hard it is, and there's so much precum leaking out of it. I really just need to jack off already.
I contemplate going back to sleep until the doorbell rings again a few seconds later. I sigh and get up to go open the door. I really don't want to see anyone right now. My hard-on won't go away so I pull on a pair of jeans to cover it up and grab a random t-shirt from my drawer. As I walk to the front door, I make sure Dean and I didn't leave out anything embarrassing but everything seems clear.
When I open the door, I see Mason standing in the doorway. As soon as I do, I almost slam it shut but then I'd have to explain why I did that. I don't know why I didn't think about checking to see who was outside before I opened. Guilt begins to build up inside me. I want to tell him right there what happened just to get it out of the way, but I can't. He smiles at me and I force myself to do the same before letting him in.
"Sorry I didn't call, but I was nearby so I just decided to drop in," he explains as I close the door.
"It's fine. What were you doing right now?" I ask. I try to find a way to tell him that I made out with his best friend, gave him a handjob, and practically worshipped his body.
"I was at Alan's house, getting some help for Calculus."
"Oh," I say half-heartedly. I try to sound interested but it doesn't work.
He laughs, "Did you just wake up?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"You have drool dried all over your face," he explains as he wipes my chin with his thumb.
I start to panic. It's not drool. Dean probably smeared his cum on my face when he was pushing it into my mouth. Whatever was left over probably dried up. I swat Mason's hand away and wipe my hands across my face vigorously to get all the dried cum in one swoop. Mason looks confused by my instant reaction, but I don't know what to tell him.
"So, what? You were just around to get Alan's help?" I ask in an attempt to draw his attention away from my face.
"Well I also wanted to see you and say sorry about last night," he adds.
"What about last night?" I blurt, trying to hide my worry even though it makes no sense for him to be apologizing.
"I said I'd come and I didn't. It's just that I know you don't like Dean that much and he said leaving you two alone would be a good chance for you two to become better friends."
"What and you believed that?"
"I just wanted to try something. Why, did something happen last night?"
"No," I lie, "But it was you that I wanted to spend time with, not him."
"I know and I'm sorry, but I just wanted you two to try to get along," he apologizes.
"Well I'm sorry but I just don't like him. And I don't think that's gonna change."
"You're my boyfriend and he's my best friend. You guys are really close to me and I want you guys to at least be friends. And why don't you like him? I mean you used to have a huge crush on him-"
"So what?" I snap.
"Hey!" he yells angrily, "Calm down, I was just saying I don't get how you don't like him when you had a crush on him."
"Well let's just say it wasn't his stellar personality I was attracted to." I start to think about his body. The way his muscles bulged when he tore my shirt open, the way his sweat glistened on his abs, the way his body felt against mine...
"Why do I get the feeling you're mad at me?"
"Because I am. I know you told Dean I used to like him."
When he hears that, he starts to turn red and he opens his mouth to respond to me, but he doesn't say anything. His expression says it all, and I know now for sure he told Dean.
"Damn it, I told him not to tell you," he finally manages to say. He seems to be really angry about Dean telling me.
"Yeah but it's fine when you open your fucking mouth isn't it?"
"Don't talk to me like that!" he says angrily before grabbing my arm and pulling me towards him. His face is right against mine and he gives me a firm look. Like I said, when it comes to our relationship, he likes being in control and doesn't like it when I talk down to him. I wince from his grip since it does hurt and when he sees my expression, he lets go. I back away slowly.
"Sorry," he says as I rub my arm, "And I'm sorry about telling Dean. We were talking about you one time and it just slipped out."
"You guys talk a lot about me, don't you?" I still remember what Dean told me last night about how Mason would always talk about our problems.
"What else did he tell you?" he demands, clearly getting what I'm hinting at.
"Just go Mason. I don't want to deal with this right now."
"Caleb..." he says as he starts walking towards me.
"Damn it Mason, just get out of here, please!" I say, and I storm off to my room. He doesn't follow.
DEAN'S POV
I still can't believe I did it. I mean, I didn't do much it was just a handjob and some bodily contact, but it was still really hot. The way Caleb moaned, the look on his face when I was stroking his cock, and the taste of his lips. It's all I've been thinking about and this is like the fourth time I've jacked off.
I've always had a slight attraction towards guys, but that attraction has never been as strong as it is for Caleb. It started when Mason told me he used to have a crush on me. I started noticing him a bit more and soon I couldn't get him out of my mind. He's cute as hell and there's something about him that can get me hard in an instant. I couldn't figure out what it was until last night. His innocence.
That experience was completely new to him and he had no idea what to do. I felt more empowered and in charge as I took control of the situation. He barely tried to fight before giving in and knowing that he's Mason's boyfriend just makes it hotter. He was the first guy I ever did anything with and it felt different but good.
It's so hot knowing another man is bending to your will and craving you. Being with a guy is just so much different than being with a girl. I've fucked virgins before, but this was another thing entirely. Caleb didn't only have this innocence that he let me control. He knew what he wanted, and that desire took over him. We didn't even fuck, and it was still the hottest sexual encounter I've ever had. It amazes me that I could do that to another man.
At one point, he was sleeping and as I stared at him, I wanted to get on top and fuck him deep until he begged me for more. It was hard to keep myself from doing that, but I wasn't gonna take advantage of him. I also didn't want him to hesitate. I wanted him to submit until he was begging to me to fuck his virgin ass.
To pass time, I took a shower and put on a pair of his underwear since I thought that if he saw me in his tight briefs, he would open his legs up, but I was wrong. I still can't believe he just kicked me out. I know he wants me, but I guess he doesn't want to take it that far because of Mason, which is stupid since they don't even have sex. I thought he would just give in right there, but I guess fucking is crossing a line. It's a line I really wanna cross though.
When I think of Caleb's face, I can't help but get hard. His bright, brown eyes looking at me like he's scared but turned on. His light peach skin radiating warmth. His plump, pink lips that look like they need attention. Just a few hours ago my mouth was all over them. I think back to our little affair from a few hours ago as I start jacking off to him.
I grab him and flip him on top of me. I might not have gotten to his dick, but I wasn't gonna let him get away that easy. I make out with him and force my tongue into his mouth. I wanna taste him and make him want me. I can't stand not being able to fuck him and my frustration builds up. I raise my hand and spank his ass so hard, he moans as he's kissing me. I swear I could nut to the sound of his moans alone, but I want more right now.
I can't see it at the moment, but I know he has a nice perky bubble butt. I check his body out all the time, though I'm not as obvious as him. I never saw him shirtless before tonight, but I knew he had a nice body. He has a slim waist and a perfectly round, meaty ass that's hiding a tight virgin hole.
My dick has a raging hard-on as we make out and it feels angry. I need to cum again. By this point I'm usually already fucking but that's clearly not gonna happen tonight. I handle my sexual frustration the same way as before and smack Caleb's ass again. It's so much harder than last time that his lips pop off of mine and he jumps forward with a yelp. I feel his legs trembling.
"Shit, sorry," I laugh. Sometimes I forget how strong I am.
He smiles, and I move our position. I sit up against the bed frame and make him sit on my lap, facing me. I grab his face and turn it towards me, so I can keep making out with him. I pull my dick out of my underwear and line it up in between his ass cheeks. His underwear is still in between us, but my cock fits perfectly between the outlined gap. I grind against him and it feels like the perfect way to jack off. Before he can protest, my hands slip under his briefs and clench the thick flesh that makes up his ass.
My body feels so pumped up right now. I could even hold Caleb down and nail him into the mattress. But hey, I can be a gentleman too and respect his wishes. He's still gonna have to help me cum though.
I'm grinding against him so eagerly, it almost feels like he's jumping up and down. He's so close to me that as we grind, he's stroking his dick across my abs through his underwear. I look up at him and his head is rolled back while his eyes are closed. I can tell he's imagining that he's riding my cock and I'm about to pump him full of my babies. I imagine the same scenario.
I see us completely naked, and his hole is wrapped tightly around my cock. It's as tight as if his hand was wrapped firmly around my dick but much warmer. Every time he bounces down, I thrust up just to make sure I'm tearing open every inch I can. This fantasy alone almost makes cum.
I attack his neck with my mouth and he wraps his arms behind my back likes he's hugging me. I bring my arms around him and drag my nails down his back, needing to release every ounce of this frustration. I let out a deep growl. He winces from the pain of my nails but leans into my body.
I have to slow down my humping, but when I do, I realize he's grinding against me too. Rubbing his ass against my cock.
"Oh fuck," he moans. He buries his face in my shoulder and his body spasms and vibrates against mine. He just came.
I let him breathe for a moment before I spank him hard, which makes him jolt up.
"Don't stop baby. Keep going. Make me cum," I almost beg. My cock swells up in between his ass cheeks and pulsates like it's about to blow.
I snap out my vision since I'm getting close to blowing my load now, so I grab the pair of underwear I took from him and hold it to my crotch. I've wiped my cum with it every time I jacked off for him. A few seconds later I can tell I'm about to cum and I start to moan and whisper Caleb's name as if he can somehow hear that I'm doing this for him.
I think of the sound of his moans and fantasize that I'm fucking him right now. I imagine him begging me to fill him up with my cum, and I picture his perfect bubble butt getting wrecked by my cock. His ass and body are so perfect, I bet his fuckhole would just milk the cum out of me on its own. I grunt as I shoot my load and ropes of cum land across my stomach. One even shoots so far, it reaches my chest.
My body convulses erratically like it's humping the air. My dick throbs as I shoot out each load and I breathe loudly. My erection still doesn't go down and I think of what it would look like with Caleb's pretty, little mouth wrapped around it. Maybe we don't have to go straight into a fuck. If I can get his mouth drooling for my dick, I'm sure his ass will follow soon. I flick my cock forward as if it's slapping him in the face and I chuckle.
I start wiping my stomach down with his abused cum-soaked underwear. I imagine it's Caleb licking the cum off my abs and swallowing it while he looks me in the eye like a good slut. I can't blame him for being so crazy about me. Sometimes I turn myself on with how hot and cut I am.
I'm almost done wiping all the cum off of my stomach when someone starts banging on the door. It startles me, and I almost fall off the bed. I get up, feeling a bit pissed off, and pull on some sweats that are laying on the ground. I don't bother putting on a shirt. I storm towards the door and throw it open to tell this fucker off.
"What the f-," I start to say until I realize it's Mason. He seems pissed off and I worry that Caleb told him about what happened.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" says Mason after barging into my house.
"What are you talking about?" I shrug, trying to play it cool.
"Don't play stupid. You told Caleb that I tell you about all of our fights? And that I said he used to have a crush on you?"
I'm guessing Caleb didn't tell Mason everything about last night since he would've decked me by now. I only told Caleb those things since it would make him mad enough at Mason that he'd want some kind of revenge. Like cheating on him.
"Look I'm sorry it just kind of came out-"
"It came out?!" he cuts me off, "Those things don't just come out unless you're fucking stupid. I'm having enough trouble with Caleb as it is and you're fucking everything up."
"Look he was just asking me if you've ever said anything about your guys' relationship and I just told him 'cause I thought he deserved to know," I say, which is a complete lie.
"Bullshit. And what was the point in you telling him that I said he used to like you?"
"Well- I-," I try to come up with an explanation, but I can't think of anything good.
"You get off on this, don't you? Are you enjoying seeing me like this you asshole?"
"You know what? It's not my fault you can't get it up with your own boyfriend!"
That seems to be the last straw for him and he punches me in the face. It takes me by surprise and I fall to the ground with a loud thud. I put my hand to where he punched me and start to stand before he kicks me hard in the stomach. I stumble back down and let out a deep groan. My stomach feels like it just got torn open. I'm not able to hit him back since by the time I get up he's already out the door.
I touch my cheek and immediately pull away from the pain of my new bruise. Well, shit. So much for best friends. Now I have to fuck Caleb.
CALEB'S POV
I felt like chasing after Mason and apologizing for yelling at him, but right now I need to stand firm. He told Dean I used to like him even though I told him to keep it a secret. I'm mad but I feel like such a hypocrite and know I shouldn't be judging his actions right now. I did some bad things too and what I did is way worse. I guess I just want a reason to blame him for what I did.
I spend the rest of the day in bed and watch some TV. I flip through channels and don't watch anything longer than a few minutes. I feel pretty bored and have no idea what to do. Usually, I'm hanging out with Mason or "third-wheeling" with him and Dean. Fuck. Why did I have to think of him again? I look down at my bed and think of all the dirty, sexy things we did just a few hours ago.
Before I get too lost in my thoughts, I get a call from Dan which pulls my attention away from Dean.
"Hey," I answer with a monotone voice.
"Hey bro, you okay?" he sounds concerned.
"Yeah, I'm good."
"You sure? You don't sound good."
I wonder if I should tell him. This struggle is burning inside my head, and I need to talk this through with someone. I know I can trust Dan and he would never tell anyone, especially Mason. But I'm too ashamed.
"Yeah, I've just been feeling tired."
"Oh okay. Is Mason there?"
I pause, "Umm... no, he's not."
"Caleb."
He can tell I'm lying. Something is obviously wrong, and he's known me long enough to know when I'm not being honest.
"We fought, but I don't wanna talk about it right now."
"Are you sure you're okay?" he emphasizes
"Yes Dan," I exasperate.
"He didn't hurt you, did he?"
"What? No. Why would you think that?"
"I know he's gotten into a lot of fights at school. I just wanna make sure you're safe."
"I'm fine. Mason would never hurt me."
I grab my wrist and contemplate what I just said. But it's true, he let me go as soon as he saw he was hurting me. Besides, I'm the one who did a shitty thing.
"Okay then but listen Caleb. I DO NOT want him in the house until I get back," he demands, "I don't even care if you make up."
"Relax. I'm sure we won't either way."
"Good. I'll be back tomorrow, so be safe."
"Alright," I say feeling a bit agitated," I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay, bye."
I hear the phone click and put it back in my pocket. Usually when Dan's out of town and calls to check on me, our conversations last longer but I don't want to talk to anyone right now. I feel bad for having an attitude with him, but I'm just so angry. I can't tell if I'm mad at Dean, Mason, or myself. I'm feeling conflicted and don't know whether to confront Dean or Mason. I then realize that the person I should be fixing things with is my boyfriend. I know Dan doesn't want me to see him, but he only said he can't be in the house.
I pick up my phone and before I can begin to dial Mason's number, my phone starts ringing. It startles me, and I almost drop it but I'm able to get a grip. I check the caller ID but don't recognize the number. I answer the call either way.
"Hello," I say.
"So you're really not gonna tell him anything about last night?" asks a familiar voice.
"What do you want Dean?"
"Why didn't you tell Mason?"
"Why would I? It didn't mean anything," I claim, but I don't even believe it, "How did you get my number?"
"I have my ways, but what do you mean it meant nothing? 'Cause I had a completely different impression last night when you were all over me."
"I wasn't-" I stutter, "I wasn't all over you. You took me by surprise and I couldn't stop you."
"Bullshit, I know you're obsessed with me, and I know you loved what happened yesterday."
"That's not true," I say, but my tone says a different thing.
"You know I never forced you to grab my dick and swallow my cum. How many times have you thought about me today? 'Cause I've already lost track. I can't stop thinking about you. Neither can my cock."
"Look Dean," I cut him off, "I really care about Mason and he cares about me, so don't fuck up our relationship just because you want a little fun."
"Maybe I am having fun, but do you really think I don't care about you?" he says.
"I don't want this to happen again-"
"Yeah you do, don't lie to yourself Caleb. You know I make you feel hot, and you did things with me that you never have with Mason. I wanna be the one to show you what it's like to get fucked good and hard."
I get hard immediately and I don't know what to say. I know the best thing to do would be to hang up the phone, but I want to hear what else he's going to say.
"You know what you want Caleb. I bet your tight, little hole is throbbing just thinking about me, so how about you do something about it," he says before hanging up.
I lose feeling in my hands and I drop my phone on the bed. I'm torn between calling Mason and going to Dean to see what might happen. I don't know if he's playing games with me to see if I'll cheat on Mason, but from what I felt last night I can't help but believe that the attraction is mutual.
He wants me to come after him this time because that's how he'll know if I really want him. I shouldn't though. Mason and I have been dating for over two years and I can't overlook that. This isn't right. I love Mason, but Dean is offering me something I can hardly resist.
I get a text message from Dean and it's a picture of his dick along with the message: "it misses you". I didn't get a good look at his dick last night since we jacked off in the dark, but it's beautiful. It has a thick base and is almost ten inches long with a huge mushroom head at the top, that's leaking precum.
I throw my phone to the side after realizing I've been staring at the picture longer than I should. I snatch it back up into my hand and delete the text before I can have any second thoughts. I'm not doing this to Mason because if things get hard for us, I can't just simply assume we're over. Dean is a fantasy and the best thing to do is make things right with Mason before Dean fucks everything up. I grab my car keys and leave the house to go find him.
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