My Quiet Tutor Cont'd

Theo looked up at him, eyes wide, mouth hovering just inches from Mason’s cock. “Say please.”

Mason snarled. “Please. Suck that cock. Wrap those fucking lips around it like you mean it.”

Theo’s cock twitched at the words. He didn’t wait. He opened wide and took Mason’s cock into his mouth, lips sliding over the thick shaft inch by inch, jaw stretching to accommodate the size. Mason let out a deep, wrecked moan.

“Fuck—yes. Just like that. Goddamn.”

Theo’s hand gripped the base, stroking in tandem with his mouth as he worked down farther, spit slicking his lips, tongue swirling around the head. He bobbed slowly, letting his lips make tight, wet suction as he came up, then plunged back down, deeper each time.

Mason’s thighs started to tremble.

“Shit… your mouth’s perfect,” he groaned. “Fucking made for sucking cock.”

Theo moaned around him, the vibration making Mason twitch harder in his throat.

He wasn’t close yet—not even—just needy. Theo could feel the tension building again, the anticipation.

Theo pulled back with a loud, wet pop, lips slick, breath hot against Mason’s cock as he licked his lips slowly. Mason stared down at him, chest rising and falling hard, sweat already starting to bead at his temples.

Theo smiled up at him, teasing. “That the face you make when you pass a test?”

Mason smirked, but it was strained. “I’m about to flunk if you stop again.”

Theo didn’t answer. He pressed a kiss to the head, then flattened his tongue and dragged it slowly down the underside, tracing the thick vein with aching patience. His tongue slid all the way to the base, where he paused, mouthing at the spot right where cock met skin.

Mason shuddered. “Jesus Christ…”

Theo’s hands stroked gently along Mason’s inner thighs, thumbs brushing up against the crease of his hips, palms smoothing over warm, tensed muscle. Mason spread his legs wider without being asked, greedy now, needy, his whole body angling toward Theo’s mouth like it was gravity itself.

“Put it back in your throat,” Mason muttered, voice rough. “Deeper this time.”

Theo gripped the base of his cock and licked upward again, spit glistening along the length. Then he opened his mouth and took Mason back in—slow, deliberate, hungry.

Mason hissed. “Yeah… fuck yes… fuck your throat is tight.”

Theo bobbed his head in smooth rhythm, letting his lips stretch around the thick shaft, hand stroking what his mouth couldn’t reach. His other hand slipped beneath Mason’s balls, gently cupping them, rolling them with perfect care.

“Shit—Theo—don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

Theo moaned around him again, loving the way Mason’s voice cracked when he did it, loving the way Mason’s fingers twisted in the sheets, clutching desperately. He sucked harder, faster now, building the pace, spit dripping from his chin, running down Mason’s cock.

Mason was starting to lose it.

“Fuck—baby, yeah, that’s it—goddamn, keep choking on it.”

Theo’s hand gripped tighter, twisting at the top of every stroke while his tongue swirled under the head. Mason’s hips started to roll up into his mouth, slow thrusts that made Theo gag slightly but never pull away.

He wanted it all.

Wanted every grunt, every filthy word, every twitch of Mason’s body unraveling.

Mason’s voice went hoarse.

“I’m close. Fuck, Theo— You're gonna make me fucking cum down your throat—”

Theo didn't stop.

Theo slid his mouth lower, taking more of Mason’s cock inch by inch, stretching his lips wide around the thick shaft until the head bumped the back of his throat. He paused—then exhaled through his nose, jaw slack, throat working as he pushed himself farther, determined.

Mason groaned—deep, filthy, primal.

“Holy fuck—yes—fucking take it.”

Theo’s nose pressed to Mason’s trimmed pubes, spit leaking from the corners of his lips. His throat spasmed around the tip, but he didn’t pull away. His eyes watered, tears clinging to his lashes, but he held on, hand gripping the base, the other braced on Mason’s thigh.

Mason looked wrecked.

His chest heaved. His abs tensed. One hand clutched the headboard, knuckles white, the other tangled in Theo’s hair, guiding, not forcing—but he didn’t have to.

Theo wanted this. Every second of it.

He pulled back slowly, taking a wet gasp of air, then plunged down again, faster, deeper, bobbing now with steady, practiced rhythm. The room echoed with obscene sounds—wet sucking, spit slapping against skin, Mason’s ragged moans mixing with the soft creak of the bed frame.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Theo,” Mason groaned, hips twitching up into his mouth, “you’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard—so deep in your throat—fuck—”

Theo moaned around him, throat vibrating. He stroked the base with quick, twisting pumps while his tongue swirled wildly just under the head. Mason’s cock throbbed in his mouth, pulsing, twitching.

And then Mason growled.

“Swallow it, baby. I’m gonna cum—fuck—take it all—”

He came with a loud, broken moan, hips jerking once, twice, as thick ropes of hot cum spilled into Theo’s mouth, heavy and salty and endless. Theo didn’t pull back—he swallowed every drop, gagging once but pushing through, sucking him dry while Mason’s whole body convulsed.

“Fuck me—fuuuck—” Mason gasped, head thrown back, chest heaving.

Theo held him in his mouth a few more seconds, letting the aftershocks pass, before slowly pulling off with a wet pop. A thin string of spit and cum connected his lips to the tip. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up, breathing hard, eyes blown wide.

Mason stared down at him, ruined. “No one’s ever sucked me like that.”

Theo smirked. “Guess I just showed my work.”

…

Theo was still lying shirtless across his sheets, half-hard, cock twitching every time his mind replayed Mason’s voice—Swallow it, baby. I’m gonna cum——when his phone buzzed again.

Mason [10:03 PM]: Still hard. Wanna ride that A+ dick.

Theo smirked.

He slid out of bed and tugged on a pair of briefs, his cock straining against the fabric, tip already damp. He unlocked the door and stepped back.

Mason was already there.

Shirtless. Sweats low on his hips. That same cocky grin on his face, but this time there was a hunger underneath it, wild and unfiltered.

He didn’t say a word.

He stepped in and grabbed Theo by the waistband of his briefs, yanking him forward. Their lips crashed, teeth clicking, tongues tangled. Mason moaned into Theo’s mouth, his hips grinding forward, cock pressed thick and hot against Theo’s through two thin layers of cotton.

Theo’s hands found his shoulders, then his neck, then his jaw, fingers rough and claiming. He broke the kiss only long enough to growl, “Turn around.”

Mason’s eyes lit up.

He obeyed.

Theo spun him to face the wall, pushing him up against it, body pressed flush from behind. Mason gasped as Theo’s hard cock ground into his ass, the thick ridge rubbing between his cheeks through fabric.

“You really want this?” Theo whispered against his ear, biting his lobe.

“Fuck yes,” Mason breathed. “I’ve been leaking for hours thinking about your dick in me.”