Mason's Secret Garden (Part 2)

By: Supermark

Brent has an excellent culinary skill. Being taught from the finest culinary school in Singapore, he became a master on twisting my favorite dishes such as steamed fish, pork stew, sautéed mung bean, and many other surprisingly flavorful recipes on appetizers, main course, and desserts alike. He really has a great way on maximizing different flavors to a man’s heart. Whenever he asks me out for dinner, I’d rather suggests he cooks because aside from the fact that he’s impressive at cooking, I definitely love watching him do his stuff at the kitchen. The way he glides the knife to chop the spices into fine ingredients fascinates me. Also, the way he mixes the flavors is kind of enchanting, and ultimately, the way he serves his mouthwatering masterpieces makes me feel like I’m the most beautiful man in the whole world.

Yesterday, I felt very exhausted when I got home from the gym. I thought I’d be spending all night alone since Brent didn’t notify me that he’ll be coming over. I was surprised, yet again, that he’s in my condo that early. It was only 6PM, and that wasn’t his usual time that he could spare for me. Nevertheless, my heart was jumping in so much joy to have my lovely man in my humble dwelling place once again.

When I opened the door, I saw that my LED was turned on to Animal Planet. Brent wasn’t on the couch, but I found his white cotton sando, his sleek Arrow blue full sleeves, black slacks, brown leather shoes, and black socks all lying on the fur-coated floor. A bottle of half-consumed gourmet beer was resting on the table at the living room, just between the TV and the red sofa, but he wasn’t there. Brent was busy with something else. He was at the kitchen.
It seemed like he didn’t notice me when I entered the room so I ambushed him with a tight hug aback and kissed him at the side of his neck. My arms were wrapped on his waist, and then I whispered on his ear, “I miss you, darling!”

He was busy on mixing the condiments. There were bowls of different spices, which I supposed he was trying to cook my favorite pork stew. What made me more excited was the fact that he was playing the role of a sexy chef. He was only wearing an apron and a very tight-fitting black bikini brief. The boldness of his fair skin was so regal that it lured all my senses and my rundowns away. I felt his abs contracted a bit for my unprecedented presence and that turned me enkindled to feel him even more. I slid my right hand underneath his underwear that made me fondle his soft erection.

“Surprise…” Brent said in astonishment. He didn’t expect that I’d be home that soon so he jittered a bit when I caught him in that manner. He was setting the stove’s timer to simmer the ingredients, and after that he faced me and whispered, “I miss you more, sweetheart!”

He banded his arms on my waist and pushed his wood harder against mine. He was rubbing it very sensationally like we were dancing then through a romantic melody. I was getting at the peak of my arousal when, suddenly, my sexy gourmet master lifted me up at the kitchen counter just beside my mini bar. When I was already seated at the pedestal I could say that he’s already ravished by my sweat-encased muscularity. I was still wearing that sweaty red sando that I used on my workout, but my strong masculine scent has just made him drool all over me like a crazy dog. He almost tore my favorite gym pair when he seemed like abducting my innocence to enforce his raging will.

When my shirt has already parted from my skin, he paused for a short moment to please his eyes. He looked at me like a predator eyeing for his prey before he dove to my stock and began licking my washboard abs. he was slurping over my trunk like a Dairy Queen delight, then he cruised up to my pit, wandered there for a while, and successively lingered his aggressiveness on my hardening nips.

I felt like a god with the way he worships my body. This brought me a glorious sensation that made my mind go afloat in ecstasy. The way how his tongue travelled on my essence has ushered a big bang to my head that made me ask for more. I clutched his head with both hands to my chiseled chest and him nibble my nerve endings there so passionately. While he was doing so, he pushed down all my bottoms that revealed the marvel of my manhood. Brent held it tightly and stroked it fiercely until he eventually sandwiched it between his adorable chest and my husky thighs. He was pushing his body harder and harder against my wang , so intensely it made me shriek.

“Damn it, Brent!”

I grabbed his head and pushed it to my groin area. I docked my chivalry in his mouth that made him choke over and over again. I lose control of his head when I was sure that he already got the rhythm of the song that I so wanted to sing. He gave a mind-blowing series of deep-throat, which made me behave like those animals that lost their commands on the TV screen. I was scratching his back in pleasure, but he didn’t mind the pain that I’m causing him. Instead, he made the job even better by sucking my dick very softly yet savorously.

“You’re so good, Brent!” I grunted in so much delectation. He just looked at me with his eyes teasing while his mouth was still filled with my furious meat. He held my butt tighter, squeezing it like a stress ball, and then pulled it crazily to anchor my ship deeper on his stormy ocean. I wan moaning; I was groaning, and then he speeds up… faster and faster, steering me closer and closer to the greatest height of splendor.

When I’m about to explode at the crest of my avarice cupidity, I held my senses not to end the moment so very soon. I forced him to turn the favor upside down. I taxed his head and frenched him until we fell on the floor. It was cold down there, but we were already abstracted by the power of our earthly call. We rolled like a barrel on the floor kissing and grappling in pursuit of nirvana.

When I finally succeeded to be on top of the race, I nibbled his horned nips torridly that drove his sanity away. Like an angry bull on a rodeo fight, I swagged his entire cover off and discovered his treasured bar waiting to be used. I planked myself against his amorous physique leaving our hungry franks fighting for the fulfillment of our fevering quest for an ultimate rebellion.

“Uugghh… Ahh…” It’s all we heard in the entirety of the room aside from the show on my LED. We were both struggling to reach Bethlehem, but we both knew we didn’t want to end this crazy thing yet. Our eyes were glimmering for we really wanted to seize the moment. But when I couldn’t hold myself anymore, I crawled down on him and stuck his pecker on my mouth. I began to blow his sax up and down, smooth to rough, light to hard, and the chomping went on and on until a sudden rush of greater desire has enveloped my mind to count a 69.

Like Yin and Yang, we chased each other until eternity ends. We were enjoying each other’s wand; delighted in every thrust of our putz, until we both finally have the compulsion to reach cloud nine.

He pulled his saw out of my chew. He rushed back to my face and fired his prick for a timely release. His love juice has splurged all over my mush – warm and sticky, soft and whimsy. He was groaning in so much pleasure with eyes tightly closed. He was like praying hardly to the heavens while the angels sing hallelujah in chorus. When he was sure that everything inside of him went off, he gently patted his love sword to my cheeks, and scrubbed his cum all over it. I followed his direction, and when I finally got the chance to catch it, I sucked his tool one more time to make sure that no drop would be wasted. I consumed all of it like on how a vacuum cleaner works.

I was working on my own to catch up.

I was incessantly jacking off, but Brent didn’t let me finish the job that he ought to fulfill. He picked me up like a lost kitty and placed me back to where we’ve started—at the kitchen counter. He quickly pulled a bottle of rum at the nearby mini bar and poured some on my shaft while I lay down. He also drank an ounce of that dark alcohol before he started arrogating my central command. Like a cannibal, he quickly boozed on my crank and perused the spots of liquor mixed with the fruit of my orgasm. He was almost urping while awarding me a series of deep throat. He’s gone faster and faster, deeper and deeper until I finally charmed myself to catapult the fruit of my longing. He was choking, but I just clipped his head tighter against my shank. I kept on canoodling his soft, warm opening, not worrying how the animal inside of me has gone wild to take its toll for my charming, manly lover.

“Brent… Oh, Breeennnttt… Ohhhh…” I yowled in enthusiasm as reached the climax. I buried my knob to the deepest of his throat and made him consume all my most coveted juice. He kept on fighting to be freed, but I didn’t let him go until I got myself satisfied.

When we shifted back to sanity, we found ourselves bathing in our own essences—sweat and semen alike. We laughed at each other while feeling all so sexy on how we looked like after that intimate moment that we’ve shared together. I stood up and headed the bathroom to clean myself, but even before I could take my pace, he suddenly embraced me aback. Once again, he wrapped me with his manly arms that locked on my chest. He kissed my nape, and said, “Thank you… Mason…” His face was so close to mine I could hear him breathing.

“Thank you for showing me that life is, indeed, beautiful after all!”

At a blink, I wondered what’s going on. His member has already settled down, but I could still feel the warmth of his senses that made me want to believe that someday, this love machine would learn to love me back the way I’ve always wanted. I wished to ask him, “What am I lacking so you could me mine alone?” But still I didn’t have the courage to speak up about my feelings. All the while he might be thinking I was okay, by my heart is dying little by little with the kind of set-up that we have.

Instead, I just held his hands sternly. Even if it’s hard to smile after hearing his words of gratitude, I tried my best to fake a stretch on my lips, and said, “I’m fine…” My heart was dying to say, “I love you, Brent!” but I stopped myself from doing so because I knew he’s still not ready for the kind of relationship that I always dream about.

I unlatched his arms from hugging me and headed the john immediately. I opened the shower and stayed there for quite a moment. My mind was troubled for my heart was hurt, but my mouth couldn’t say a word that could possibly shake Brent’s civility towards me. I didn’t know that he followed me and watched my silence from a distance. I already felt like freezing when he asked me, “Mays… is everything okay?”

I was startled.

I was taken aback to see him next to me in the shower. He pulled me closer to him and clasped me so dearly. I was about to cry when the timer of the stove became due. He hurriedly seized the towel from the cabinet and wrapped himself. He threw another towel to me and asked me sweetly to prepare to get lost on a candlelit fantasy.