Mason is an early riser. He finds the early morning hours to be peaceful and productive. Soon after waking, he sits in the garage to have his morning coffee and do some writing. It’s a good time for reflection because there are few distractions. Well, almost no distractions. This morning would be different. Mason hears police sirens coming from one street over. They’re so loud and stop suddenly. He can see the flashing red and blue lights outside his cracked door. A moment later, a man appears at the door.
“Hey! Can I come in?”
Mason opens the door slowly and sees a man wearing a hoodie. The man is of average height and thin, with dark hair and a thin beard. He looks young, maybe in his late twenties. Mason doesn’t recognize him from around town.
“Whoa! Who are you?” asks Mason. “What do you want? Come on, I don’t know what this is about.”
The intruder walks into the garage, looking over his shoulders to make sure no one is following him. “I’m Jackson.” The man says, looking down at Mason’s laptop sitting on the table. “I just want to hang out here for a little while until it calms down out there,” he says. “Did you hear the sirens?”
Mason nods as he watches the younger man walk toward him. “Yeah… I heard them.”
Jackson stops by the table and looks at Mason’s computer screen. “You write stories too?” Jackson asks.
“Yeah,” replies Mason. “I’m working on this novel right now.”
“Cool!” Jackson claps his hands together. “Listen, the police are chasing me, but I’m not who they are looking for.”
“Why aren’t you who they’re looking for?” Mason asks.
“Because I’m innocent. I was just trying to help my girlfriend because she got into a car accident last night.” Jackson pulls down his hoodie. “They’re saying she ran away from the accident scene.” Jackson looks up at Mason. “I just need a place to hide for a few hours.”
Mason hesitates. “I don’t know about that man, I could get in trouble for letting you hide here.”
“Oh please,” Jackson snorts. “They won’t know.” He takes off his hat and shows Mason a young face. His eyes are bright blue with long lashes. Normally Mason would be excited about a handsome young man showing up at his home. Mason can tell how genuinely afraid Jackson is.
Mason looks into Jackson’s eyes and says, “If I let you hide out here, you have to do something for me too.”
“Anything,” Jackson responds quickly.
Jackson’s voice was deep, and he talked with a country accent. He wasn’t wearing a shirt under his hoodie, and Mason could see a light covering of chest hair. “What do you want me to do?” Jackson asks.
Mason places his hand on Jackson’s shoulder, which causes Jackson to jerk his shoulder back a little.
“Take off your hoodie,” Mason says as he licks his lips.
Jackson seems surprised by Mason’s request. He reaches behind his back and pulls his hoodie off.
“Thank you,” Mason says. His eyes are glued to Jackson’s chiseled body. Mason notices that Jackson has a tattoo on his left arm. It’s a cross and a rose surrounded by vines.
“So… what do you want me to do?” Jackson says, nervously laughing.
Mason pulls off his sweatpants, exposing his hardening cock. He sits down in the chair and spreads his legs. “Get on your knees between my legs.”
“I’m not gay, man, so not sure what you are doing,” Jackson says.
Mason starts to stroke his cock through his underwear, looking down at Jackson. “If you want me to let you hide from the cops, you will have to learn how to pleasure a man, okay?”
Mason takes Jackson’s hand and leads it to his underwear. He puts Jackson’s fingers inside his underwear and moans as he feels his fingers caress his thick bushy pubic hair.
“That’s nice,” Mason groans. “This is how you start to please a man.”
Jackson’s soft touch sends shivers up Mason’s spine. “Pull my underwear down,” Mason adds.
Jackson pulls the elastic waistband down Mason’s hairy thighs. Mason’s cock springs out of his underwear. It’s long and thick, rock hard, and leaking precum. Mason wants to grab Jackson’s head and fuck his mouth, but he resists the urge. Instead, Mason guides Jackson’s hand to his cock and shows him how to stroke it slowly and gently. “Now bury your nose in my bush and inhale deeply,” Mason orders.
Jackson hesitates, then shakes his head no. “I’ll give you a handjob, but that’s it.”
Mason can feel his temper rising. “Listen. I can yell for the cops to come over if you’d rather do what they say.”
Tears begin to fall down Jackson’s cheeks. “Please don’t. There has to be another way you’ll let me hide out here.”
Mason looks down at Jackson and sees the tears in his eyes. “This is the only way, Jackson. I’m taking a big risk by letting you stay here. It has to be worth it to me.” Seeing Jackson cry at the thought is only turning Mason on more. Precum is oozing out of his cock. He grabs Jackson’s hand and squeezes it tight. “Let me teach you how to please me.”
Jackson wipes the tears from his eyes and inches further between Mason’s knees. He lowers his head, burying his nose in Mason’s thick bush and inhales deeply. Mason puts his hand behind Jackson’s head and pushes his face deep into his pubic bush. Jackson’s nose fills with the musky scent of a sweaty man. “Lick on my balls,” Mason moans.
“No! I’ve never done that before,” Jackson says.
“Well, you just have to learn.” Mason grabs Jackson’s head and forces his mouth down to his balls. Jackson closes his eyes, sticks out his tongue, and flicks Mason’s balls.
“Damn, that’s hot,” Mason groans. “Keep licking.”
Jackson continues to lick Mason’s balls. He keeps his eyes shut, not wanting to see that his face is in between a naked man’s legs. He’d never imagined he would be in this situation. He can feel the weight of Mason’s balls on his tongue.
“Fuck,” Mason moans. “You’re doing great.”
“O-OK,” Jackson stammers.
Mason lifts his legs and puts them on Jackson’s shoulders. Jackson opens his eyes and gasps when he realizes Mason’s ass is inches from his nose. “Kiss it, Jackson.”
“What?” Jackson asks with a look of panic on his face.
Mason grabs the back of Jackson’s head and forces his face into Mason’s crack. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
Jackson squirms a little and starts to shake his head no, but he does what he’s told, sticking his tongue out.
Mason pulls Jackson’s face into his ass. As soon as he feels Jackson’s wet tongue on his hole, he moans with pleasure. “Lick it up and down,” Mason commands. “I want to feel you licking my asshole.”
Jackson hesitates, unsure of what Mason expects. He begins to move his tongue around Mason’s puckered hole. Mason’s hips begin to thrust forward, pushing his ass onto Jackson’s mouth.
Mason grunts loudly, feeling Jackson’s tongue flick his asshole. “Yesssss,” Mason groans. “Pretend you are eating your girlfriend out.”
Jackson puts his hands on Mason’s legs and pushes them back. Jackson’s tongue moves faster, flicking Mason’s hole.
“Suck on my hole,” Mason commands.
“Ewww,” Jackson says.
Mason grabs Jackson’s head and forces it back into Mason’s ass. “Do you want to stay here?” Mason asks.
“Yes, I want to stay here,” Jackson says.
Mason releases his grip on Jackson’s head and lets him breathe. “Okay, then keep sucking my ass.” Mason starts to play with his dick again, stroking it while watching Jackson suck his asshole.
Jackson pumps his tongue into Mason’s hole again and again. “Jesus Christ, that feels so fucking good. Keep going.”
Jackson works his tongue in Mason’s ass faster and harder, making mewling sounds as he licks.
Mason takes his legs off Jackson’s shoulders and puts them back on the floor. Jackson looks up, wondering what Mason would have him do next.
“Stroke my cock,” Mason orders.
Jackson takes Mason’s cock in his hand. He strokes it gently, moving his hand up and down the shaft. Mason’s cock is already dripping precum. He pulls Jackson’s head down by his hair and forces his mouth down towards Mason’s tip. “Suck my cock,” Mason growls. “That’s good, but don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Jackson pulls his head back up and continues to stroke Mason’s cock. He can taste the musky smell coming from Mason’s balls and the taste of Mason’s precum in his mouth.
Mason pushes Jackson off his cock and stands up. “Take your pants off.”
Jackson removes his boots, jeans, and boxers. He steps out of his clothes and drops them on the floor. Mason stares at Jackson’s naked body, admiring his muscular physique. His cock is small and flaccid, and his balls tiny and tight.
“Such a small cock on such a handsome man,” Mason laughs.
“Sit in the chair,” Mason commands.
Jackson sits down, spreading his legs.
Mason kneels in front of him and holds his cock up. It is so small it only takes two fingers and his thumb. “Look at this little thing.”
“Yeah, I know,” Jackson says. “It’s not much bigger than my pinky.”
“I bet your girlfriend has to get pleasure from another man with this little thing,” Mason teases.
Jackson nods his head yes.
“Well, with a cock that small, I guess I will have to fuck you.” Mason laughs. He stands up and tells Jackson to get on his knees and lean over the chair.
“Go slow, man. Nothing has ever been in my ass,” Jackson pleads.
Jackson gets on his knees and leans over the chair. Mason spreads his legs wide open.
Mason wraps his hand around his cock and moves closer to Jackson’s ass. He squeezes the base of his cock, making it stand straight up. Mason’s cock is almost touching Jackson’s asshole.
“Are you ready?” Mason asks.
Jackson shakes his head no. “Do you have lotion or lube?”
“No, but I have a lot of precum.” Mason pushes the tip of his cock against Jackson’s asshole. Mason puts his entire dick in Jackson’s hole with one forceful thrust. Jackson jumps forward and winces in pain, tears begin to fall down his cheeks again.
“Relax, man,” Mason says. “It’ll only hurt for a minute.”
“Can you go slower?” Jackson says, trying to calm himself down.
Without answering, Mason pulls his cock out of Jackson’s ass and quickly thrusts it in again. Jackson cries loudly as he feels his ass stretched by Mason’s huge cock. Mason starts to thrust in and out of Jackson’s ass each time he pulls his cock completely out and forces it back in again. “Fuck, this is so hot,” Mason says.
“Oh shit, that feels amazing,” Mason moans.
“Just don’t cum in me,” Jackson says between sobs.
“I will cum wherever I want,” Mason says.
Jackson moans with every thrust into his ass. He can feel the muscles in his ass clenching around Mason’s cock.
Mason picks up the pace, slamming his cock in and out of Jackson’s ass. The slapping sound of their bodies together is loud. Mason yells out as he cums deep inside Jackson, shooting ropes of cum up his ass. “Oh fuck!” Mason exclaims.
Jackson collapses on the chair, happy this is over.
Mason stands up and tells Jackson to sit back up on the chair. Jackson’s face is red from crying, and he won’t make eye contact with Mason. “You did great. See, that wasn’t so bad.”
Jackson asks, “Can I get dressed now?”
“Yeah, we are done,” Mason says with a smile.