Lucky Nights in Mount Two Timbers

Lucky woke up with his arm wrapped around Mason’s chest. He had been massaging his fingers through thick patches of his boyfriend’s chest hair in his sleep and Mason was beginning to groan.

He was still a little high from the night before and now that Lucky was awake, and Mason was grinding his hips in his sleep, Lucky was beginning to get horny. He let himself slide slowly downward until he could kiss the tip of Mason’s cock.

“Oh gods,” Lucky loved feeling Mason’s cock go into his mouth soft. He would let it roll around on his tongue and let it dangle down his throat. He could swallow the head just right to choke a little, but to have it pop right back up onto his tongue as soon as he started to gag.

Mason’s cock got hard fairly quickly and the groans he made told Lucky that Mason was no longer asleep. It got harder and harder to push the erection into the back of his throat and he found it going upward into his sinuses. He used his tongue to add pressure against the shaft as the cockhead plugged his airway.

Lucky’s erection bulged in his sweatpants, and he pushed it against Mason’s legs and continued to suck. He could feel the bulging shaft veins against his lips with each stroke in and out of his mouth.

Mason tapped Lucky and his hand out to him. Lucky inhaled and his senses flared with pleasure. His skin tingled, his mouth moistened, and he could feel all the atoms in his body working together as one.

Lucky closed his eyes and he saw swirls of purple, blue, brown, creating snowflakes against the black backdrop of his eyelids. The swirls started to gather and became almond-shaped.

Lucky kept sucking the cock, testing the limits of his throat, gagging, drooling.

The almond-shaped swirls gathered together and formed the solid shape of an eye.

“What the fuck,” Lucky thought, maintaining the rhythm of the blowjob. His own rock hard cock brushing up and down against Mason’s thick legs. Their feet pressed against each other.

“Is that a fucking eye?” Lucky thought.

The eye blinked.

Lucky hesitated only briefly in his stroke. Mason’s moans grew louder.

“You’re the eye of god, aren’t you, you sick fuck? You’re just a filthy voyeur. Blink twice for me if you’re the eye of god.”

The eye blinked twice.

“Fuck, yeah you are, you filthy fucking god. You’re always watching. Is that what you like? Well, get prepared… because I’m going to give you a show.”

Mason’s calves tensed and he grunted. He pushed his hands onto Lucky’s head and held him down as stream after gushing stream of cum flooded Lucky’s throat. Lucky took deep gulping swallows one after the other until Mason collapsed.

“Thanks babe,” Mason pulled Lucky up into a warm embrace and kissed him.

“Thank you,” Lucky said.

“What time is it?”

“Uh, three am,” Lucky checked his phone.

“I’m going to go back to sleep,” Mason rolled onto his side facing Lucky.

“I’m still horny. I think I might check Thrustr and see if I can find another hookup.”

“Wüf is the better app, especially in a Mount Two Timbers. Be safe! Call me if you need anything,” and Mason began to lightly snore.

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