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Mason's Secret Garden (Part 1)

By: Supermark There are times that I already feel like giving up on him, but no matter how hard I try, I still end up falling for him even m...

By: Supermark

There are times that I already feel like giving up on him, but no matter how hard I try, I still end up falling for him even more. I must admit that I’m hurting every time I learn new things about his other partners—of what they’re doing when I’m out of the scene, or what they’re planning to do when they get the chance to see each other again. Every time I remember these things I feel like breaking apart. What’s worse about it is the fact that I couldn’t do anything, not even the slightest thought of having a confrontation with my feelings for him because I still remain to be his second best.

Being a manstress, I must say, is like living a chronic taste of paradise in a vast space called hell. You would be sure to experience a glimpse of heaven when your man is with you, but when he’s gone or you’re apart, a lot of things would cross your mind that will surely drive your mind crazy. No matter how hard you try to get it out of your head, the thought remains that you’re jealous of something you know it’s really bound to happen, but you can’t stop it.

Last night, I was very happy because Brent has surprised me with a steamy sleepover. I didn’t have any idea that he was coming for an overnight, but when I got home from work, I already found him relaxed with a cold bottle of beer, wearing only a black tanga on my couch. He was watching the local news, but I’m sure his mind was somewhere else thinking of something that he doesn’t want to discuss about.
When I walked in the door, I pretended that I didn’t notice him earlier and say’s, “I’m surprised!” He responded with a warm, sweet, and charming smile, and asked me, “do you wanna join me with a cold bottle of beer?”
His mood has already shifted from serious mode to a naughty guise. I knew he was trying to seduce me when he put that frosting bottle of tipple on top of his crotch. He was gently stroking it while he watched me removing my shoes. He was acting like the weather was unkind as he glided the icy bottle to his forehead, down to his chest, and back to his groin. He was playing innocent on his sexy seduction, which makes him a real one hot ball of fire—a hottie, indeed!

“What are you watching?” I asked him candidly as I sat beside him. I was expecting an answer pointing directly on my question, but to my surprise he sashayed close to me and whispered to my ear, “I’ll be watching you watching you get naked before me in the next couple of seconds!”

I was dazzled on what he said and eventually turned very excited that I didn’t waste any more second to own his desire once again. I began unbuttoning my long sleeved shirt, one by one, and then I caught myself strip dancing through a mental rhythm towards my man. Feeling like a gigolo, I made sure that this dirty dance would heighten his mood for the night. I threw my shirt on him as I continue to entertain him with a kind of sweet, sexy seduction matched with a whimsical smile. Aware of my appeal, I maximized the power of my lean, well-toned built as I flexed my arms to flaunt my biceps and triceps, stretched down to show-off the definition of my rock-hard chest, extending to exhibit my chiseled abdomen. I could already see him drooling as he gulps continuously his beer while he reached for his dick and gave it a sensual touch. I was turned on by Magic Mike, and I’m, indeed, a good stripper after all!

When I looked on his eyes, I knew that I got him. He was quiet, and he was teasing me, too, with his tempting, playful smile. He was wetting his lips with his tongue while he smoothly rubbed his chest using his left hand, and his right hand was gently stroking his joystick underneath his black jockey shorts.

Brent is a beautiful man. His evenly tanned skin was silky and truly desirable. It goes well to cover his manly chest and well-toned muscles all over his body. His face that was carved to the face of a god would surely make every woman and our kind go crazy. Nobody would say “no” to his mesmerizing eyes. His kissable, red lips could be very alluring to be my final destination where I could breathe my final air to paradise.

“Come on, baby, let’s go to heaven,” Brent asked sensationally.
In response, I slowly crawled on the bed as I caressed him starting on his feet using my lips. I showered him with a bunch of kisses, so passionately that I heard him moan especially when I came approaching with his manhood. He was eagerly holding my head with his both hands; he was pleading for me to suck his outraged cock. He was rubbing my face against his junk, and I could feel his rock-hard meat begging to be unleashed.

Despite of his insistence, I remained calm and sweet, not to be foolish to make him starve more for that heavenly sensation. I lifted my head up and I saw his very handsome face beseeching to be pleased.
“You naughty big boy!” I said while I removed my belt and hit him with that leather length. He smirked and then I realized that he has the tendency of being a masochist. He wanted me to hit him more. Instead, I grabbed his both hands and tied his wrists to the headboard. In addition to this drama, I reached for my handkerchief in my pocket and used it to blindfold him.

It all happened in an element of intense spontaneity. I, myself, was beguiled with such ways I had never imagined. But I must admit that it was really gratifying as it spiced-up our lovemaking this time. As I see him tied-up and couldn’t do anything about his urges, but to wait for my commands, my libido was heightened. He kept on asking, “so what are you gonna do now?” but I answered him nothing but pure actions to feed his burning desire.

I took off my slacks and used it to tie his feet. I could feel he’s tensed, but the tickles had surpassed it as it became evident on how his tool moved involuntarily back and forth, harder and harder. His was long and thick, which reminds me of a Cavendish banana at 7/11. Its sac was bald that’s pretty comparable with the hotties of Bel-Ami. What made me more excited was the thought that my own version of Brent Corrigan has finally came to life on my own bed.

When I couldn’t hold my impulses anymore, I removed my Klein and crawled on top of my man. I began kissing him on his lips to send him a message that I’m doing this because I love him. I’m not sure if he figured that out, but like a fencing game, our tongues battled until I earned enough spittles to slobber over his beefy whistle. I know it was gross, but that didn’t matter at all. He loves being dirty on sex, and surprisingly, that turned me on, too. I gave him a soft, steamy entrance to my mouth that made him moan like a wolf on a full moon.

“Oooohhhh… aaaaahhhhh…,” Brent uttered repeatedly.
His deep, manly voice has been a very good music to my ears. I sucked his bishop even tighter, back and forth, again and again, which made him howl for more.

When I felt like he’s about to come, I held myself for a moment to prevent his premature blast.

“We’ve just started so back down!” I ordered in a very authoritative manner. His face was reddening for it’s filled with mixed emotions of pleasure and disgust. This made me even more aggressive to make love with him. I could hear him begging for mercy to be released, but I didn’t bother to care about his plea. Instead, I made my tongue cruise all over his wonderland to summon the god of lust to envelop us even more. I enthralled him with a million kisses then I grabbed his balls and made it roll over in my mouth. He was gasping for air as I paused once in a while to catch my breath. Suddenly, I lifted his lower limbs up, put it on my shoulder, knelt down, and started licking the hole of his ass.

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed when I rolled my tongue on his rear. Like a worm as he was tied-up, he squirmed in a stationary manner until I got myself satisfied with the delights of his delectable keister. I slapped his butt, parted its cheeks, and gave it a final surge. I heard him shout, but I was already hankered, and besides, he really couldn’t do anything but to face the punishment of my love.

We were both bathed in our own sweat, and the feeling was more than delightful. I rode like a jockey on top of him and made my beaver basher boggle with his boomstick. The way our swords fought delivered a rush to my head that me want to welcome a familiar rod that could stir my innermost glory.

At a urn of a second, I already found myself massaging his shaft with my left hand. I was still on top of him so I could feel his erection on my prat. I was so engrossed with the situation. I immediately nabbed the bottle of lube at the side table, squeezed a bit on its content, and used it to massage the pin of my rump. I was literally all wet and feeling all so sexy when I nicked some lube again for his crank. He inhaled deeply as I waxed his chopper with that strawberry grease. Up and down, to and fro, until I suddenly his coast his dong to the middle of my bum.
I thought I was ready and would not be hurt with the pass, but I was wrong. I felt like a virgin—so fragile on its innocence. Brent looked very cool with that, but I held him firmly so I could get along with the supposed rhythm. I asked him to hold his pace until I already composed myself to dive in with the pleasure of our union.

It’s really true that on the first part of this course you would feel pain, but as you progress you would eventually feel how glorious it was to be an equestrian knight. It felt like I’m going crazy as I kept on humping until I realized that his limbs were stiffening and outstretched signaling an impending release, but yet again, I stopped him.

“Mason, please!” Brent bellowed, but I intended to play deaf one more time so I could play more. However he implored, he couldn’t force me to do what he wanted for he was cushioned to my bed.

“I’m your manstress, right?” I blurted out.

I didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, I bequeathed his member with another series of exhilarating pumps that made him bawl, “Ohhh, yeah!”
Before his climax, I yelled, “So I’ll be like one!”

I mellowed down a bit before I pulled his rocket off my space. Instead of cleaning his ankle spanker, I instructed him to open his mouth and put my peter on. I screwed his charming face until he was able to pronounce a deep-throat, and repeated it over and over again. When I already felt like reaching the seventh heaven, I unlatched my tassle and forced him to turn around. He was hesitating, but in the end, he surrendered. Besides, he was entangled to do anything against my will. I hurriedly snapped the lube, put it on my doodle, and aimed on his buns. I knew he would be hurt so I made sure to be cautious enough not to cause him so much pain.

“Sonofabitch… Stop it, please! Mason!” Brent yelled at me; cursing me for that matter, but I was already taken away by the moment. I tried to calm him down and promised him that everything’s going to be okay. In a short moment, we already got the common stance to give it a spontaneously easy in-and-out. This was the first time that I did that kind of aggressiveness to him. I made him realize that having sex wasn’t all about giving, but also receiving.

In the end, we were both very exhausted after our intensified lovemaking, but yet, as we always do, we engage ourselves in healthy conversations so we would be able to take about the things that matter to us. Given that, it’s also inevitable not to talk about the kind of set-up that we share together. When I brought up this topic, I’ve noticed that he became a little bit uneasy. Although I appreciated the fact that he was very transparent about his other affairs, it’s still very heart-breaking in my end knowing the fact that I’ve already fallen in love with him. I want him so badly, but I couldn’t own him because somebody else has already taken the title. But I couldn’t give up on my man. I promised that I’ll do everything to make things right between the two of us in due time.

“Are you getting tired of our set-up? Please let me know so I can keep my distance away from you, little by little that you won’t notice,” Brent said in confusion. He was wrapping his face with his bare hands while he sat at the other side of the bed.

I remained calm in silence.

I wanted to say, “How could you be so selfish to say things like that when you already know that I can’t live without you?!” but I just stayed still then my tears has begun to fall from my eyes. I wiped it hurriedly using my right hand so he wouldn’t notice, but he caught me. He leaned forward and hugged me. He kissed me on my forehead then said, “I’m sorry, Mays!”

I was hurting, but I couldn’t hold him the way I’ve always wanted. I’m so much afraid to confront him because I can’t afford to lose him in my life.
While I was in his arms he cried, “I like everything about you—things are better, things are lighter when I’m with you! Please don’t let me choose now for my mind is disturbed. I would appreciate if you’d be more patient to keep me, or love me, despite of my playfulness, but please remember that I like you.. so much! I’m hoping that one day will come that I can say that I love you, too!”

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