My Roomie's ONS Ended Up in My Room - Part 5

Everyone in this story is 18+

Noah could no longer resist the pull of Mason’s body. His desire took over as he moved lower, trailing kisses along Mason’s hot skin. His fingers followed the path of his lips, tracing the firm yet soft contours of Mason’s chest. Mason’s body was a perfect balance—hard muscles beneath smooth skin, with just a bit more hair than Noah. It only made Mason seem more rugged, more masculine in Noah’s eyes, without being overwhelming.

As Noah’s lips found one of Mason’s nipples, he kissed it softly at first, his tongue grazing the sensitive skin. Mason’s body shuddered beneath him, a low moan escaping his lips as Noah began to suck gently. “Oh yes, just like that,” Mason murmured, his voice trembling with pleasure, despite the haze of desire that consumed him.

Noah's lips lingered on Mason’s chest, savoring the soft gasps and tremors beneath his touch. As his confidence grew, so did his curiosity. He ventured further down, kissing and licking his way along the sculpted lines of Mason’s tan abs, his tongue tracing every muscle, every dip. Each kiss deepened the heat between them, each touch pulling them closer to something inevitable.

When Noah reached the waistband of Mason’s black Ralph Laurens, he hesitated, his breath catching as he felt the rising anticipation between them. Mason’s eyes locked with his, filled with a raw, unspoken need. “Please,” Mason whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. “I need this. I need you.”

The vulnerability in Mason’s plea hit Noah like a wave, urging him forward. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of Mason’s boxers, brushing against the trimmed hairs beneath. The heat between them intensified as Noah’s hand ventured further, and then he felt it—Mason's length, hard yet somehow soft to the touch, just like the rest of him.

Noah's breath hitched as he wrapped his fingers around it, feeling the weight and size in his hand. It wasn’t the first time Noah had touched another guy, but this was different. Mason’s was by far the largest he’d ever handled, and the sensation sent a thrill through him.

Mason was completely under Noah’s spell, his moans growing louder, encouraging Noah to continue. Noah relished every second of it, savoring the control he had over Mason’s pleasure as he slowly pulled down Mason’s boxers, revealing him inch by inch. The anticipation was electric, and Noah couldn’t help but be surprised by how long it took to slide the fabric down Mason’s toned, hairy thighs. The teasing journey finally ended when Mason’s length was fully revealed, bouncing back with a satisfying slap against his stomach.

Mason let out a small, breathless laugh, and Noah chuckled too, their shared amusement cutting through the intensity for just a moment. But then Noah’s gaze shifted downward, and the sight before him was nothing short of mesmerizing. Mason’s dick reached up past his navel, the dark trail of hair leading from his abs only accentuating its size and girth. A bead of pre-cum had escaped as it had bounced back, smearing against Mason’s chiseled stomach, catching the light and making his skin glisten in the soft, ambient glow of the room.

Mason's breath was already ragged, his chest rising and falling with the weight of desire. His eyes, wide and pleading, locked onto Noah’s turquoise gaze, which now gleamed with a newfound confidence. Noah felt a surge of power in that look—a hunger to really taste Mason, to explore every inch of him.

Without hesitation, Noah leaned in and let his tongue flicker over one of Mason’s smooth balls. Mason’s reaction was immediate, his body jolting in response to the sensation. Encouraged, Noah moved to the other, his tongue trailing gently before taking one of Mason’s testicles fully into his mouth. A deep moan escaped from Mason’s lips, his voice rough with pleasure. “Oh fuck... that feels so good,” he groaned, his body trembling beneath Noah's touch.

Instinctively, Mason’s hand found its way to Noah’s black hair, his fingers weaving gently through the strands, guiding him, urging him on without words. After a while of licking and sucking on Mason’s balls, Noah knew it was time for more. He wanted to taste all of Mason. With a steady breath, he let his tongue glide from Mason’s smooth balls, tracing a slow, deliberate path up the thick length.

As he worked his way up, Noah couldn’t help but start counting in his head. Always good with measurements, he decided to tally just how long Mason really was. "1... 2... 3... 4..." His tongue kept sliding up the hard shaft, teasing every inch as he moved. "5... 6... 7... holy shit," he muttered under his breath, surprised by how much was left. "8… 8 fucking inches."

By the time Noah’s tongue finally reached Mason’s tip, a drop of pre-cum had already gathered there. Noah collected it with the tip of his tongue, savoring the taste before swirling around the substantial head, sending shudders through Mason’s entire body. The deep, guttural moan that escaped from Mason’s lips told Noah everything—he was driving him wild.

Noah opened his mouth, taking in the head of Mason’s length and sucking firmly, creating a vacuum that had Mason moaning almost instantly. "Oh shit! Oh fuck," Mason groaned, his voice ragged with pleasure. The intensity of Mason’s reaction spurred Noah on, and he continued, taking in as much as he could manage of Mason’s size, feeling the pulse of arousal between them.

This wasn’t the first time Noah had done this, but nothing had ever prepared him for the size and heat of Mason. He moved carefully, sliding his lips up and down, letting his tongue work along the length. But then, something new threw Noah off—Mason’s hand was on his ass cheek, gently tracing it before moving towards the crack.

Noah moaned at the touch, a sound that escaped him involuntarily. The sensation of Mason’s hand exploring him was unfamiliar and overwhelming in a way that made him shudder. He’d never been touched like this before, never let anyone near that part of him, but Mason’s fingers were gentle, almost reverent, as they traced Noah’s ass.

Noah’s moans only seemed to encourage Mason, and soon, his fingers ventured even further along the crack, exploring him more intimately while Noah kept moving up and down Mason’s length, trying to take in as much as he could. The combined sensations left him trembling with pleasure, every shift, every moan pushing them closer to something neither had expected.

As Noah continued to work his mouth over Mason, he noticed a change in his rhythm—Mason's breaths were becoming shallow, but Noah thought it was just the heat of the moment. Driven by instinct, he increased his pace, his lips sliding eagerly along Mason’s length, reveling in the weight and heat of him.

“Mason…,” Noah murmured around the thick shaft, the vibrations sending a shiver through Mason. Suddenly, without warning, Mason's body jerked beneath him, and Noah's heart raced as he felt Mason tense up unexpectedly.

“Noah, I—” Mason gasped, his voice strained and urgent.

Before Noah could fully process the sudden shift, Mason’s release surged forth, flooding his mouth with warm cum. The shock of it sent Noah reeling, caught off guard by the intense heat spilling over his tongue as he instinctively swallowed. Mason's deep groan echoed in the quiet room, a mix of pleasure and disbelief that heightened the thrill of the moment.

Noah was momentarily taken aback, the sensation overwhelming him—Mason’s body shuddered beneath him, and he was unprepared for the sudden flood that filled his mouth. Despite the unexpectedness, he still wanted to swallow as much of it as possible, relishing the warmth.

“Oh fuck! I’m so sorry! I tried to warn you!” Mason exclaimed, a mix of surprise and humor in his voice as Noah looked up, his face hilariously splattered with cum. They both burst into laughter, the tension of the moment melting into a playful moment.

Mason quickly sprang from the bed, reaching for Noah's worn T-shirt draped over the side. “Is this okay for cleanup?” he asked, a grin spreading across his face.

“Yeah, sure,” Noah replied, chuckling as Mason handed it to him. He wiped the warm, sticky cum from his face and neck, laughter bubbling up as he tried to manage the mess.

Once Noah was cleaned up, Mason flipped the shirt to wipe himself down, revealing that his erection remained as hard as ever, pulsing eagerly. “I’m ready for round two?” Mason's slight arrogance returned, his confidence radiating through the room.

Noah couldn't help but laugh at the shift in energy. “Look into the nighstand,” he said, pointing to the drawer.

Mason tossed the dirty T-shirt into the hamper and smirked wickedly as he moved toward Noah’s nightstand. He pulled open the drawer, eager to see what else the night had in store for them.