The Student Auction - Part 3

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The words hung in the air like the chime of a rung bell. I wanted to say so many things, yet my jaw remained slack and I did nothing except stare at him. I didn’t need to ask him what he’d said, I’d hung on every word of it, but my brain refused to comprehend. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I did want to, so very, very much.

“Maybe I should go” he said, swallowing, “I think I got um… I think I got the wrong idea”.

I watched him get to his feet. His beautiful feet.

“Wait”.

He turned back. I was now eye level with his fantastic bulge, and I could have stayed there forever. My eyes trailed up his abs, each individual little pack of muscle. His bellybutton, as perfect as the rest of him. His pecs, strong and sturdy, and the most handsome face I’d ever seen.

“I want to” I said, because nothing more intelligent was possible in that moment.

“Are you sure?” He half laughed, as though he, too, was nervous. “We don’t have to”.

“I know. I want to”.

On the surface, I guess I looked quite calm. I sat there, my heart racing with excitement and my eyes stuck on Mason. Inside, I screamed. My stomach squirmed as butterflies raced through me and a manic desire to rip off my clothes and pounce on him came over me like a rush of ice water.

He reached out his hand and I took it. Even his touch sent shivers through me. His fingers slid under my palm, and his thumb grazed my knuckles, locking me in place as he stood me up with ease.

We were closer now than we’d ever been before. Closer than we’d been in bed. Closer than we’d been in the kitchen. As close as lovers on their wedding day. I took a breath filled with him, and I held it.

“You’ve never done this before. Have you, Matty?”

I ran my tongue across my bottom lip and sucked it between my teeth. I was nervous, and that seemed like the only thing I could do that wouldn’t give away the tremble in every limb. I shook my head gently, and he smiled.

He put his hands on my shoulders and rounded them down my arms. He could have wrapped my entire bicep with one, but he continued downwards until his warm skin touched mine. He held my wrists, then my hands, and then he reached the bottom of my t-shirt and he slid his fingers underneath.

Mason didn’t take his eyes off me. I got lost in them, watching deeply as he spoke in a language that I’d never heard, but understood. He spoke with his movements, so gentle, yet so firm. He spoke with the look that he gave me, a calm, confident, charismatic cocktail of passion.

The fabric slid up to reveal my smooth, slender stomach. He took me by the waist, running his hands toward my chest and taking my t-shirt with them. I felt like a boy, being undressed for bed, but this had a far more sensual undertone, and I lifted my arms up and allowed him to strip me of my clothing.

Even when my shirt fell to the floor, Mason took his time to study me. He studied me with his eyes first, taking in the bare canvass. Then he dragged his finger down the centre of my chest, slowly, carefully, as though I’d break if he touched me too hard. I felt his rough fingertip glide down me, over my stomach, further again toward my pants, and when I tried to take a breath, it broke away and he laughed.

“You don’t have to be nervous” he said, looking down, “you bought me, remember?”

He turned me around. He did so with such fluidity that I was sure, in that moment, that Mason Creevey could do anything. His hands kept me in place, one either side of me, and he stepped closer until I felt a wash of warm breath on my spine.

I could have spent those magical minutes wondering how this was possible. How a guy like Mason could ever find someone like me attractive enough for this. I could have asked a million questions, and gotten not a single answer, but I didn’t. I stood there, allowing my body to be touched and turned, and enjoyed the moment.

His fingers trailed the waistband of my pants. With every touch, my skin prickled with electricity, but now the attention had been turned to this area of my body, and deep inside, my sexual desire for the young man began to burn.

He hugged me from behind. The sharp edge of his jaw pressed down on my shoulder, and my head hung back on his. One of his hands slipped inside my pants, not far enough that he’d touched me just yet, but far enough that he could have, if he’d wanted. His other one hooked under my arm and around my chest, his fingers dancing teasingly across my sensitive nipples, and his mouth inching closer to the supple flesh on my exposed neck.

I’d never been in love before. I didn’t know how it felt or what it was, but if it was anything like this, then love was my new favourite feeling.

My pants came down to my thighs, revealing my underwear which was barely containing the stiffest erection I had ever had. Each pump of my heart seemed to make it throb harder, but Mason didn’t touch it. He took my pants further down my legs, and when they reached my ankles, I stepped out of them, and we were face to face once more.

“That levels the playing field a bit, doesn’t it?” He asked, a sly grin on his face.

I nodded, and when I did, my eyes caught sight of his bulge once again. I could hardly decide which part of Mason Creevey was the best to look at, but I was beginning to realise that every inch of him, from the hair on his head to the tip of his toes, was a gift to behold.

“Everything’s more fun when you’re naked, right?” He smiled, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, drawing me closer until our bodies pressed together and my excitement exploded inside me.

“Y… Yeah” I breathed, feeling myself pulse against him. Feeling my hard dick squeeze against his soft, large manhood.

He was good at this. He was so very good. He’d teased me to a point where even his breathing was beginning to arouse me. Everything about him was beginning to arouse me, and yet he remained flaccid in the face of this sensual magnificence.

“Do you want me to take off your underwear, Matty?”

The words. Oh Christ, the words. How I’d longed to hear them.

“Y… Yes”.

He pulled the corner of the waistband from my body until he could see down my leg. A slight glimpse of what I’d look like completely naked. The edge of them slid down, revealing more of my thigh until I said “wait”, and Mason waited.

“Y… You first” I swallowed, and he pulled back up my underwear and rubbed my cheek with his thumb.

“Are you nervous?” He asked, and I found no reason to lie.

“A little”.

Mason used no soft touch or romantic strokes when it came to himself. He pinched the front of his boxer briefs and pulled the wet fabric away from his junk, and with one foul sweep, they fell to his ankles, and when he stood up, I realised that I’d found my favourite part of his body.

The head glistened with excitement. A faint scar circled his shaft, just below the pink helmet, and one vein bulged, even in his flaccid state. My eyes travelled up the length until his perfect penis disappeared into a small brushing of pubic hair. He was neat, but I expected nothing less, and below, Mason’s sack hung with two large globes dangling, and the creased skin looking quite hairless.

He reached down and picked up his boxer briefs in his hand. He balled them up for a moment as he stepped back to me, and then unfurled them with his fingers.

“I have this insatiable appetite for pre-cum” he smiled, as nonchalant as you like, “I always have” he shrugged, “something about it is just so fucking hot”.

He lifted the wet crotch of his underwear up to his face and inhaled. His eyes found mine, and without saying a word, I knew what he wanted me to do. I leaned forward, until our noses almost touched above his moist garment, and the pair of us inhaled the most alluring scent that I had ever had the pleasure of knowing.

My lungs filled with it. The pure, visceral stench of Mason Creevey in all his glory. It was strong, thick and intoxicating, and it sent a jet of my own juices flowing down my stiff shaft.

His delicious tongue slid across the slick fluids, and when his hand returned to the back of my neck and pulled me closer, I joined him. The saltiness covered my taste buds, and I swallowed down as much of it as I could, until our tongues touched, and he pulled me even closer.

“Kiss me” he demanded, in a low tone that said you may have bought me, but right now, I call the shots.

And I did.

Covered in his pre-cum, our tongues battled and our lips met. I’d kissed before, but never like this. Never in a way that was so sexual that I could have orgasmed right then and there.

His taste continued to fill my mouth, but now his tongue joined and I became lost in a whirlwind of heavenly pleasure. My arm draped over his broad shoulder, my hand ran through his thick hair, and our kiss became wild.

His underwear moved across my face as he held me. His pre-seed smeared me, and it succeeded only in making me feral with the desire to do things that I’d never even dreamt of doing before.

He was a good kisser, but like everything else, that didn’t shock me about him. Mason Creevey was a good everything.

My underwear rolled down my legs and my hard cock bounced out. I had no control over it, and ropes of clear fluid splashed to the floor as soon as it was released from its confines. I wanted Mason to hold it, to grab and squeeze it. I wanted him to use it however he wanted, but he returned his hands to my face, and pulled me from the explosive kiss.

“We should have some beers and watch the game” he said, and as my tongue slipped across my own lips, tasting him from every inch, all I could do was laugh. What a perfect reminder that Mason Creevey was everything, including straight.

“Only if we stay like this” I whispered, trying to find the courage to wrap my fingers around his beautiful cock, but failing.

“Oh” he said, biting his own lip, “don’t you worry, Matty. We have two days left, and I intend to use that time very, very wisely”.