The Student Auction - Part 5

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“Is that an order?”

His words were warm on my skin. Every syllable made the hairs on my naked body stand. In that moment, I’d never wanted for anything as much in my life. I could have kissed Cole for making this happen, but I kissed Mason instead.

I felt his hand on my chest, sliding under my arm as I pushed my tongue deeper into his mouth. He was so soft, yet so rugged. His touch was filled with strength, yet gentle. Everything he did, he did with spectacular grace.

My erection throbbed. I had never been as aroused before, and now I could feel his one between my legs as I sat on his muscular thighs.

“Yes” I whispered, basking in the feeling of his manhood twitching against my exposed hole.

He smiled at me, flexing his tool so that his smooth helmet slapped my most private area. Even the idea of being fucked by him was filling me with pleasure. I’d become the luckiest guy on the planet, and all thoughts of modesty had exploded. I felt free now. I felt like, with Mason, I could do anything, be anything.

“Your wish is my command” he grinned, biting his bottom lip as our faces remained inches apart.

He stood up with ease, taking me with him. I had to wrap my legs around his waist, and with one hand holding my ass, Mason was on his feet and walking toward the bedroom.

It was warmer in here. A heavy rain had started outside, and pattered against the window as he closed the door. I felt his solid chest rise and fall calmly, and his heart beating faintly inside. I, on the other hand, had just now realised what was going to happen.

Mason lay me down and remained over me. His strong hand caressed my cheek, and his lips brushed softly against mine. My knees lifted either side of him, giving him enough space to do whatever he wanted to me, and despite the fact that I wanted him to do that, I was becoming increasingly nervous.

“Are you okay?” He breathed, kissing the tender flesh of my neck, running his hand over my aching cock and slowly thrusting his nude body against mine.

I nodded. Creating words was becoming too difficult.

Perhaps the perfect young man was a mind reader. Perhaps I was blatantly obvious in my anxiousness, but whatever it was, Mason sat back and flashed another breathtaking smile at me.

I lay there, legs still spread apart to reveal every part of me, heart hammering like a drum, and wanted, with every fibre to say just fuck me, Mason! No matter what I say, just fuck me, and fuck me, even if I say no!

“It’s okay to be nervous” he said, his hand returning to my body, sliding up the inside of my thigh, making me arch my back and gasp against my will. “We don’t have to rush into anything”.

I want to rush into it!

I closed my eyes. His fingertips danced closer, making my eager cock swell and spill. He ran them over my full sack, trailing every inch as my balls tightened at his touch. He swirled them around in his palm, massaging them and forcing me to moan.

My nerves had always been a problem. I was nervous of everything. I was nervous about speaking up in class. I was nervous about not speaking up in class. I was nervous of meeting new people, of doing new things, of seeing new places, and now I was nervous of the most important, magical, beautiful thing on the planet. I wanted to scream.

“Look at me” he said, his hand now closing around the base of my erection, gently stroking me as I obeyed him.

He was looking right at me. He was looking right into me. We stared at each other, our eyes doing all the talking, and he didn’t have to say a word. I knew by the way he watched, that he wasn’t offended by my anxiety. We can take things slow.

A breath escaped my mouth as his hand worked me. His thumb, wet with pre-cum, ran up the sensitive underside, gliding over my frenulum and making every inch of my body prickle with arousal. He twisted his hand on the way back down, forcing out more clear fluids which cascaded down my boner, dripping over his slick knuckles. Again, adding a little more pressure, forcing a little more pre-cum, and making me moan a little louder.

I hugged myself because I was no longer in my right mind. My naked body was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and all I could do was hold myself, scrunch my toes and lay there as Mason Creeveypleasured my cock.

He did it again, faster this time, but still touching me in all the right places. It was as though he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, which areas would give me the most earth shattering feelings. His thumb tickled my cock head, not too soft, not too hard, but enough to elicit a gasp of excitement. His finger applied all the pressure, squeezing and coaxing as he watched me come closer and closer.

Despite the fact that I had been too nervous to feel him inside me, Mason seemed no less enthused. He held my cock at the base once more, aimed it toward the ceiling, and without a word, he leaned forward and took the tip into his warm, wet mouth.

“Oh fuck” I moaned, my mind exploding.

His broad shoulders tensed and eased as he slid further down me. His tongue lapped at the juices, teasing every inch of me as he swallowed, and I could do nothing only grab the pillow behind me, and squeeze.

He took more of it, barely even gagging as my cock pushed into his throat. I felt the muscles contract inside, pressing against my meat and making me feel things I’d never felt before. It was perfect in every sense of the word, and I never wanted the feeling to end.

Mason pushed his hand up under my knee, opening my legs even wider and moving them aside. I had never been so exposed before. He was seeing, feeling and tasting every area that was supposed to be hidden away, and I fucking loved it.

He cupped my ass cheek in his right hand, but continued sucking eagerly. He twisted his head as he plunged down, ensuring to reach every single inch of me as he spread my ass apart.

His thumb, still slick with my pre, pried me open further, exposing my hole and making me shiver. He played with the sensitive area gently, as though he was worried that by touching such an intimate spot, he may hurt me, or scare me. He did neither of those things, and the sparks of pleasure that I felt from it, made me pump more pre-cum into his throat.

He dragged a finger over my open, virginal hole. My own fluids lubed me enough that my sphincter began to quiver for him. I wanted to feel him push inside, I needed to experience the feeling of Mason Creevey in me. I wanted it now, more than I even had before.

His fingertip pushed in. I moaned into the pillow, arching my back and pushing every inch of my cock into him. His chin pressed down on my balls as he twisted his hand and slid a little deeper, and I knew in that second, that before long, I’d be exploding inside him.

“That feels so…” I had no words to describe the feeling. It felt like everything good that had ever happened in the world. It felt like every birthday and every Christmas had come at once, and slid into my asshole. I squirmed on the bed because the sensitive pleasure was becoming so much that I didn’t know what else to do.

Mason pushed deeper into my hole, and I clenched down around his knuckle. He pulled out, and that felt even better. He pushed back in, pulled back out, sped up, quicker, faster, deeper. I could feel my sphincter become tired, allowing him to pound me harder. How on earth could someone’s finger make me feel like this? I had a strong feeling that the only fingers in the world that possibly could, belonged to him.

I couldn’t pin my attention to any one single thing that he was doing. His expert mouth was dragging me to places I’d never been. His pumping finger was making it even better. The scent of his masculine sweat as it filled the room, awakened a hunger in me that I never knew existed, and I remained on the bed, panting, squirming and moaning as my body was pleasured in the most unbelievable ways.

“I’m gonna cum, Mason” I whimpered, my toes dragging the sheets up, my body sizzling with arousal, and my mind exploding with dirty thoughts.

He didn’t stop. He didn’t slow down. He didn’t do anything, except continue at the same pace and the same intensity with which he had started.

It felt like a fire inside me. It grew hotter and hotter with each passing second. It started deep in my groin, burning perfectly, spreading through my young, naked body like it had gone wild.

“Oh fuck! I’m cumming, Mason!”

My balls, wet with pre, churned and crawled. My ring clamped down, but Mason continued to finger me with pace. My heart felt like it was exploding. Every inch of me was feeling things it had never felt, and finally it happened.

I felt my cumslit open as streams of cum burst from me. I had no way of telling just how much I was actually producing, but I knew that it was more than I ever had before.

The orgasm rippled through me. It made my eyes roll back, my fingers and toes curl, my body shake and writhe, my mind go blank. It did everything that an orgasm always did, but on a scale far larger than any I’d known before.

I heard him gulp. He was swallowing everything I gave him, and he was doing it happily. Hungrily. His finger remained inside me, prodding and playing with me, coaxing more fluids from me, and he drank them as though he were parched.

When it finally ended, I had no energy to talk. I lay there, panting, sweating, exhausted and content. Nobody had ever made me cum before, but even I had never achieved an orgasm as pleasurable as the one Mason Creevey had just given me.

He sat back and wiped his mouth. He sucked some of my seed from his thumb and smiled at me once more.

I expected to feel shame. I waited for the post-nut clarity to hit me like a train, but the longer I lay there, just looking back at him, the more I realised that there was nothing in the world to be ashamed about when I was with him.

“I have a record” he said, leaning over until our faces were near each other, “wanna know what it is?”

I nodded, but was too drained to use words.

“Six times in two days” he whispered, kissing my chest.

It didn’t sound too bad. I was quite sure that I’d jerked off more than three times a day plenty of times.

“Six times each he said” and grinned as his tongue slipped over my nipple. “And I intend to break that record this weekend, Matty. What do you say?”