The Trainer (11 page)

A few months passed; comfortable, meandering months,
but before long, Chris started to worry where was this all leading; or if it was going anywhere. Mason didn’t seem like the type who would be comfortable letting the world know he was now dating a dude, especially with his daughter and difficult ex. He had the feeling that Victoria would use that knowledge to make Mason’s life a living hell if she found out, and she could even potentially withdraw his visitation his daughter.

They were sitting on the balcony of Chris
' condo at dusk, their feet kicked up on the railing, drinking a gin and tonic. This was the one place where they could be outside in complete privacy. Mason sat close enough to rest his hand on Chris’ thigh, or to drape his big arm around Chris’ shoulders. It made him feel so protected, so safe.

“So, what are you doing tomorrow?” Chris asked.

“I’ve got to finish painting the bedroom before my daughter gets in there and destroys it.”

“Do you want me to help?” Chris asked, hoping he’d say yes.

“Nah, man. You don’t have to do that. It’s a lot of work.”

“Well, I could use a break from my novel, it’s driving me crazy anyway.”

Mason thought about it. He seemed to be hemming and haahing more and more about Chris coming over as often as he had been. Any excuse to hang out at Chris’ condo, Mason jumped at it.

“It’s okay,” Chris said, shrugging. It was yet another small example of how things didn’t seem to be going anywhere. How they were really living a secret fantasy, a double life for Mason.

Mason must have sensed his mind was on something troubling him, because he said, “You cool?”

Chris smiled back and nodded, “Yeah.”

He took a deep breath. He had to stop thinking too much. Yeah, they’d definitely made a connection, but they’d only just met and he couldn’t expect to hear wedding bells so soon. He tried to remind himself to stay in the moment, just like their gurus Wayne Dyer and Deepak Chopra would say.

Mason looked at Chris again. Time and affection only made Chris cuter; the way the moon lit his lips and how he pouted when things didn’t go his way. The boy was going to drive him crazy. He could see that already, but there
was something about the process of going crazy with Chris that he thought would be completely fine.

Bring it on,
Mason thought.
What the hell was there to lose?

He turned Chris
' face towards his with the palm of his hand, then reached over and kissed him sweetly on the lips.

Chris’ eyes opened and he smiled, not expecting it
, but loving every moment of it. Their first kiss. He kissed Mason back, but Mason went further, doing so even deeper and more passionately. God, he wanted to fuck the kid right there; his cock was getting harder, fuller, thicker.

He pulled Chris over onto his lap
, his hands wrestling with Chris’ belt.

“Fuck, kid,” he said, panting with sudden desire, “I’m going to do you right here.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Chris teased, his long hair hanging in Mason’s face. It tickled his cheek. Mason suddenly forced his fingers underneath Chris’s waistline and belt and grasped his soft, smooth bubble butt, one cheek in each hand. “Is that a challenge?” he asked aggressively.

“Maybe yes, maybe no.” Chris said, toying with him.

“You like pushing your luck, don’t you?” Mason asked, yanking his pants down while kissing the side of Chris’ neck. The whiskers and hot breath from his cheek to his neck drove him wild.

“Oh fuck,” Chris said involuntarily.

“Bend over that railing,” Mason said firmly.

Chris obediently rested his elbows on the white wood of the railing. It was dark and the porch light was off. Below, they could see the streets were empty that late at night. Only the occasional car passed through, but nobody could see them. Chris arched the small of his back, showing off the perfect curves of his ass, still half-hidden by the tight waistline of his shorts. Mason shucked his pants down completely so all he could see was his pale cheeks
, perky and ready for fucking.

“Shit
,” Mason said, biting his lip, “You’re going to get me in trouble.”

“Yeah?” Chris said
, looking back with a coy smile while catching his breath from the passion. “Maybe that’s what I’m here for.”

Mason kissed his tailbone and then buried his face between Chris’ cheeks, smelling the fresh, sweet aroma. It was clean, spicy, and yet so animal. The pheromone musk of that boy’s secret place made Mason’s cock stiffen and his whole body tremble with overwhelming desire. He licked the back of Chris’s balls like a cat. Chris let out a gasp. It felt so good. Mason’s tongue danced up his shaft to his hole while spreading his cheeks apart with his gripped hands.

Chris moaned. He’d never felt such pleasure as Mason dipped his tongue inside deeper, then deeper.

“Fuck
.” Chris said.

“Watch your mouth,” Mason rumbled.

“But I...”

“I can see I’m going to need to teach you some respect again,” Mason said
, undoing his pants with one hand and pulling on the back of Chris’ head with the other.

“Yeah, how you going to do that,
sir?” Chris asked, biting his lip with anticipation.

But he got his answer as Mason slid inside him from behind. Every inch slowly forced itself in, slickened only by the ample slipperiness of
pre-cum that had been flowing from Mason’s giant tool moments before. Chris gasped for breath as the fullness of Mason pushed itself inside him.

“Oh, my God,” Chris moaned. He had never felt such overwhelming pleasure before in his life
. Tight from months and months of loneliness, his ass wasn’t ready for such a quick reintroduction to cock. But Mason knew just what he was doing, going slow and steady, deep and full, picking up steam as Chris moaned and gripped the railing, digging his nails deep into it, panting like the bitch that he was for that big, muscled man riding him from behind.

Mason removed himself, sat back down and pulled Chris over, making him sit back on his giant rod, punishing him, bouncing him up and down off it like a pogo stick.

Chris felt that great lance punching his sweet spot again and again, and his own cock bounced half-rigid, drooling, as Chris stifled his moans and supported himself on Mason’s broad shoulders. As Chris grasped his own cock and jerked himself desperately, Mason pushed him down further by his shoulders and bunny rabbit fucked him, rapid-paced style, his balls smacking up and down. Chris eyes’ rolled back in his head as he shot all over his chest and let out such a howl that the neighborhood dogs howled back.

“Get off, get on your knees,” Mason panted
, after Chris’s final spasms were finished. He nodded and sat on his heels, looking up innocently as Mason hovered over him, stroking and pulling his thick cock, biting his lip until he burst all over Chris’ chest.  The hot rain of cream splashed his collarbone, his cheek, and his nipples until Mason’s copious river was depleted.

They both collapsed onto the tile of the balcony, hot in the warm summer air.  They both panted and stared up at the sky.
And as they stared up at the sky, the silver lining on the clouds floated away.

“That was amazing,” Mason growled. “I guess I could use that help tomorrow after all.”

Chris looked at him and smiled. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, just, my daughter’s going to be there
, so...”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be good,
sir,” Chris said.

They both laughed.

Mason walked two fingers across the tiles until they reached Chris’s hand.  Then their fingers interlocked.

He buried his face in Mason’s chest
. The older man wrapped him up and kissed the top of his head. They lay there, sweaty and sticky and utterly enamored with each other; uncertain of the future, but certain of their budding love. In spite of complications, hesitations, mistakes and insanity, they had found each other, Chris thought, and that was enough for now.

_________________________

Other Recommended Books by Jamie Lake

Boyfriend for Rent

Click here to find out what happens next

EXCERPT

_________ o _________

CHAPTER 27

O
ne drink turned into six.

Six turned into a lot more than six.

While Casey was pretty sure he’d matched Hunter drink for drink, the other man didn’t seem to be quite so tipsy. Okay, Casey admitted as he nearly tripped up the stairs to the front porch, maybe tipsy wasn’t quite accurate. Hunter wrapped his arms around Casey, practically carrying him up the stairs. When he tried to dig in his pocket for the key to the front door, Casey felt himself tipping backwards. Hunter caught him again, laughing hard enough that Casey could feel the vibrations through his whole body.

“You gotta unlock it then,” Hunter said.

Casey was so drunk, it took him awhile to get out his key. Putting it in the lock was going to be even trickier. Hunter had to lift Casey’s hand up, resting his warm weathered hands on his, balancing Casey’s body against his hip.

“Just stick it in the hole,” Hunter said, his raspy baritone voice making Casey skin tingle as he came up behind him and helped him open the door.

Casey could feel the warmth of Hunter’s body behind him and the hot smell of sweat permeated the air. The hardness of Hunter’s bulge in his skin-tight denims pressed against the back of Casey.

“Just push,” Hunter said, his breath on the back of Casey’s neck.

Casey was about to explode in his pants but he knew Hunter was just drunk. It didn’t mean anything.

Casey pushed the door open and the two of them collapsed on the living room couch, laughing.

“That was a good time. A really, really good time,” Casey laughed.

Hunter caught his breath, his chest heaving up and down through his white t-shirt. “Yeah, that was awesome.”

There was a silence between them for a second, just the sound of them breathing and the crickets singing outside.

It was just the two of them. Alone.

Casey may have been beyond buzzed but he did notice Hunter on the other end of the couch, his hands resting on his legs, sliding to his groin area. His thumbs fiddled with the fly of his jeans.

“It’s so hot,” Hunter said, frustrated with his fumbling fingers.

Oh, Jesus. Dear God,
Casey thought.
Please, don’t do that. You don’t know what you’re doing to me.

Casey couldn’t help but notice how hard Hunter had become in the process.

“Can’t open these,” Hunter said, laughing.

Casey swallowed, his throat dry. “Let me help.”

“Okay. Yeah,” Hunter said, biting his lip in frustration.

Casey collapsed on the floor and crawled over to Hunter on his knees.

Just breathe. He just needs help unbuttoning, that’s all. Don’t do anything you’ll regret and for the love of God, don’t take advantage of him. He’ll never speak to you again.

Casey had to keep his anxious hands from trembling as he reached Hunter. The two of them locked eyes.

Hunter was drenched in sweat; maybe it was because he was drunk, maybe it was because it was fucking hot in the living room, or maybe it was something else.

Hunter flashed a smile at him.

“Sorry,” Hunter said.

His lips were so plump and moist, Casey wanted nothing more than to suck them with a hot wet kiss—or anything else Hunter wanted to offer him.

Stop it,
Casey told himself.
Just help him out.

But when Hunter’s tongue traced his front teeth and the woodsy aroma of beer and hot sweat made its way to Casey’s nostrils, it turned him on, big time. His erection pressed painfully against his zipper.

“No problem,” Casey answered, his hands resting in Hunter’s groin area as he started to unbutton. “They
are
tight,” Casey chuckled.

“Go ahead,” Hunter said, thrusting his crotch forward to make it easier.

Casey popped those buttons open until he got to nearly the last one and that’s when it happened, Hunter’s cock popped out as well.

It was semi-hard and thick.

“Sorry,” Hunter said, trying to stuff it back in his boxers, as if teasing him, daring him to pull it out again.

“No, it’s -- it’s ... it’s okay.” Casey said, embarrassed. He tried to keep his eyes off of it and ignored his own growing cock which was rock hard.

“Help me get off ... I mean, get them off?” Hunter asked, slurring his words as he pulled his pants down.