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Mason stumbled into the bathroom, bracing himself against the counter as he stared at his own reflection. He looked fine, same handsome face as always, but he knew something was wrong. The sounds of the Oscars going could be heard through the walls and in spite of being at the most prestigious awards ceremony, all Mason could think about was how hard he was.
He’d been hard all night, something about all the attractive movie stars and the sheer excitement of it all had Mason’s teen dick harder than he’s ever been. Sure’ he’d come with McKenna, but all Mason could think about were the guys here, from Jacob Elordi to Chris Evans, Mason’s mind was full of hunky men in tight tuxes and all he wanted was for one of them to bend him over and fuck his brains out. The mere thought had Mason’s dick leaking in his tux, unable to stop himself from grinding his aching cock against the counter, moaning quietly as he lost himself in the friction, so worked up he didn’t realize he wasn’t alone in the bathroom anymore.
“Having fun over there?” Mason jumped, spinning around to find Michael B. Jordan leaning against the wall, a large smirk plastered over his face. Moving towards Mason, Michael placed a hand on the boy’s chest, fingers slowly moving down until he was palming Mason’s twitching cock. “You want a hand?”
Mason couldn’t speak, gulping and nodding as he bucked into Michael’s hand. The reaction had Michael smirking, fingers deftly unzipping Mason’s pants, reaching inside and freeing Mason’s dripping dick. The feeling of Michael’s hand on him had Mason moaning, the noises only getting louder as Michael’s fingers curled around Mason’s cock, thumb teasing the tip as he stroked the boy. Mason clung to Michael as he fell apart underneath the man’s hand, barely lasting a minute before he was letting out a broken moan and cumming all over Michael’s hand and the floor.
Michael stroked Mason through his orgasm, milking as much as he could from the boy. Releasing Mason’s twitching cock, Michael brought his cum covered fingers to his mouth, staring into Mason’s eyes as he licked the boy’s load off his fingers. The sight only turned Mason on more, his dick still hard as it bobbed in the air.
“Damn baby. Still horny huh?” Michael cooed, giving Mason’s cock a squeeze. Mason nodded, enthralled by the sway the larger man had over him. “Why don’t we get you out of these clothes.”
Mason didn’t put up a fight as Michael swiftly stripped him, drinking in every inch of skin that was revealed as he unbuttoned Mason’s shirt, pushing the clothing off his shoulders. Hand moving lower, Michael easily unbuckled Mason’s belt, the boy’s pants falling to his ankles, leaving him naked in front of the still fully clothed man. Mason felt Michael’s eyes moving over his body, tracing the ridges of his tight abs.
Fingers ghosting over Mason’s skin, Michael gripped the boy’s hip, spinning Mason over and bending him over the counter. Michael didn’t waste any time, sliding a spit covered finger into Mason’s tight hole and tearing a moan from the teenager. One finger quickly became two as Michael worked Mason open, drinking in every noise Mason made as his thick fingers stroked over the boy’s velvety walls.
Curling his fingers, Michael firmly pressed into Mason’s prostate, tearing a sob out of the boy as Mason clamped down around Michael’s fingers. Smirking at the reaction, Michael targeted the bundle of nerves, repeatedly stabbing into it until Mason was left a broken mess. Mason couldn’t help but fuck himself back onto Michael’s fingers as his dick dragged against the counter, so worked up he barely even registered it when Michael slid a third finger into him. Draping himself over Mason’s body, Michael mouthed along the boy’s neck, lips moving over Mason’s skin until he reached the boy’s ear.
“You take my fingers so well baby.” Michael mumbled, lips ghosting over Mason’s ear. “You’re gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock.”
The thought of being fucked open was enough to push Mason over the edge, not even needing to get a hand on his dick as he sprayed rope after rope of thick cum all over the counter. Michael moaned into Mason’s ear, firmly pressing on Mason’s prostate until the boy could barely breathe.
Giving one final thrust into Mason’s still spasming hole, Michael slid his fingers out of the boy, Mason unable to stop the whine that slipped out of him at the emptiness, hole clenching around the air. Michael however ignored the noise, easily maneuvering Mason off the counter and onto his knees, the naked eighteen year old staring up at Michael, ready to do whatever the man wanted.
And Michael knew what he wanted, the sound of his zipper echoing in the quiet bathroom as he pulled out his hard dick. Mason didn’t wait for instructions, diving forward and taking Michael into his mouth. Michael let out a quiet moan as the wet heat surrounded him, crossing his arms as he looked down at Mason struggling to fit the massive cock into his mouth.
Tired of waiting, Michael laced his fingers through Mason’s hair, gripping the soft locks as he shoved the rest of his dick down the teenager’s throat. Mason gagged but Michael held him in place, lazily fucking into the boy’s mouth as Mason’s wet chokes filled his ears. Even as he struggled to breathe, the feeling of Michael’s thick cock filling his mouth had Mason hard again, precum puddling on the floor under his drooling dick. Seeing the effect he had on the boy only turned Michael on more, tightening his grip as he began properly fucking Mason’s tight throat. Mason relaxed in Michael’s grip, letting the man do whatever he wanted even as his lungs screamed for air.
Michael spent a few minutes relishing in the feeling of Mason’s hot mouth wrapped around him but he wanted more than to just cum down the boy’s throat. Giving one final thrust, Michael pulled out of Mason’s mouth with a pop, a thick string of saliva connecting the leaking tip of Michael’s cock to Mason’s swollen lips, the boy’s chin covered in drool as he desperately gulped down air.
Dragging Mason to his feet, Michael spun the boy around and pressed him against the wall, not giving Mason any warning before slamming his entire dick into Mason’s tight hole. Mason’s eyes went wide as Michael’s fat cock tore him open, the feeling of being so completely filled tearing a third orgasm out of Mason, the boy letting out a broken sob as he came untouched over the wall.
Michael moaned as the already tight hole spasmed around him, not giving Mason any time to adjust as he immediately set a merciless pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as Michael fucked into Mason’s clenching hole, the teenager still hard as Michael plowed into him.
Bracing himself against the wall, all Mason could do was moan, so lost in the feeling of being fucked open he didn’t care how loud he was being. Michael however didn’t want someone to hear Mason and interrupt them, clamping a hand over Mason’s mouth and using the grip to pull the boy back onto his cock. Mason only moaned louder into Michael’s palm as the man used him like a toy, clinging to Michael’s thick arm as he was fucked within an inch of his life.
With one hand on Mason’s mouth, Michael’s other hand moved over the teenager’s toned body, exploring every inch of skin. Mason whined as Michael's fingers teased his nipple before sliding lower, hand wrapping around Mason’s dick. It didn’t take more than a few strokes for Mason to cum again, sobbing into Michael’s palm as he decorated the man’s other hand with thick ropes of cum.
Michael fucked Mason through his fourth orgasm before he carefully pulled out, Mason whining as his well used hole gaped on the air, desperate to be filled again. Michael ignored the noise, dragging Mason over to the sinks and easily tossing the boy onto the counter before positioning himself between the teenager's legs and ramming back into him with a single thrust.
Michael didn’t hold back as he brutally slammed into Mason, not knowing how much longer he could last and too focused on his own pleasure to care about anything else. Digging his nails into Mason’s hips, Michael fucked into the boy as hard as he could, Mason practically sobbing, so far gone after cumming four times in under an hour but still achingly hard.
Without anything muffling them, Mason’s cries echoed in the bathroom, the noises only spurring Michael on, fucking so deep into Mason the teenager was sure he could feel Michael in his throat.
“Harder.” Mason moaned, back arching off the counter at a particular hard thrust. “Want you to break me.”
Michael couldn’t help but moan at the words, tightening his grip on Mason’s hips and fucked into the boy so hard he was almost worried about Mason’s head slamming against the mirror. Mason however was in heaven, completely falling apart on Michael’s dick, screaming so loud Michael was sure that everyone could hear them but he didn’t care, too focused on chasing his orgasm in Mason’s perfect hole.
“Fuck me! Use me! Fuck me! Break me! Fuck me! Breed me!”
The final words were what pushed Michael over the edge, throwing his head back as he pumped rope after rope into Mason, flooding the teenager with an ocean of cum. Mason came too, wailing as a fifth orgasm tore through him, collapsing onto the counter as Michael pulled out, cum already leaking from his ruined hole.
Letting out a shaky breath, Michael took a few steps back before glancing down at Mason. The boy was still sprawled over the counter, somehow still hard with a puddle of cum forming on the floor. Michael was so focused on Mason he didn’t realize they weren’t alone.
“God damn.” Michael spun around, Damson Idris leaning against the wall with a wide grin. “Your category is up soon, but don’t worry, I’ll take care of him.”
Grinning back, Michael tucked his dick back into his pants, turning to give Mason one final look. “Hope you had fun baby boy.”