Parker experimentally moved up and down a couple of times, sending Mason’s thoughts flying. Nature seemed to take over, and he found himself thrusting upward.
“Yeah, man! Fuck me harder, come on, Mase!”
Parker’s continual dirty talk had its desired effect. Mason shot his load into the rubber, but when his orgasm subsided, he felt somehow cheated, unfulfilled, unhappy.
“Parker?” Mason asked once the big jock had dealt with the used condom.
“Yeah?”
“Um, I…Well I don’t know how to say this, and…But…Well…It all seemed to happen quickly, I mean I slid in easy, you were, oh, shit.” Mason felt his cheeks burning bright red.
Parker was quiet; Mason hoped desperately that he hadn’t hurt his feelings.
“I’m sorry, that came out all wrong.” Mason crawled over to Parker, who was lying on his back, and put an arm over him.
“No, it’s all right. I didn’t want…I didn’t think…What I mean is…I was hoping you wouldn’t havenoticed.”
“Noticed?”