Mason Meets Roland - Part One

Chapter 6

The kisses were long, deep, luscious affectations of desire. No hurry. Each kiss, slowly raised the heat of passion, tongues twirling around each other, in a willing sensuous dance. The western sunlight, beaming around the closed blinds, added to the lustful warmth. Skin to skin, each body transmitting heated desire to one another. The hands, gliding in soft, teasing caresses over each others nude maleness. No rush.

Mason found Roland easy to kiss, easy to caress, easy to embrace. Just as easily, Roland returned the kisses, the caresses, the embraces. No hurry up and get it on. No vulgarities uttered. Only soft moans, coos, and sighs. Refreshing were the giggles when Mason would stick his tongue in Roland’s ear, or nibble his earlobe. Roland found Mason to be as erotic, causing shivers when his fingertips would lightly glide over Mason’s back. They both softly tongued, nibbled, and suckled each other’s necks. They would kiss again, long and slow. No rush. The gasps, as Mason would slowly tongue Roland’s nipples, followed by the shuddering moans, were completely gratifying.

Never, had Mason conceived of meeting another male as erotically easy going as Roland. He was truly the most exotic, sensitive, person that he had ever known, to the touch. The lightest kiss, the softest swipe of the tongue, anywhere on his body, carnally excited Roland. Again, what delightfully pleased Mason was, when he would kiss, or lick, or suck Roland’s erection, no vulgar talk. No rushing to bust a nut. Only trembles, gasps, sighs, moans.

Roland surprised Mason, with one easy move, as he slid out from under him. Roland’s hands gently urged Mason to lay on his stomach. It was Mason’s turn to coo in pleasure as Roland’s tongue swirled down his spine. For almost ten minutes, Roland caressed Mason’s back, tonguing, nibbling, heating Mason’s nature.

Roland slid further down, his hands softly kneading Mason’s hips. His fingers dug in gently, with circular motion, wriggling and squeezing. The stimulation was electric. Mason had not felt such electric warmth in his cheeks for a long time. The warm, silky smooth touch of the tongue, shocked Mason, as he felt it glide up and down, at the top of the split between his cheeks. Roland toyed with moving deeper into the crevass, dragging his tongue back up to the small of Mason’s back , then swirling back a little further. Mason was trembling, moaning louder. Roland suckled a bit, as he tongued closer to Mason’s anus. Mason wiggled his butt, going from trembles to shudders. Roland slowly pressed his tongue hard, then soft. As he reached Mason’s anus, Roland quickly flicked his tongue downward, then up, pressing flat against the opening. Mason shuddered tremendously, as his head shot up from the pillow.

“MMMMMWWWHHUUUUUUHHUUU”

Roland held his tongue flat, waggled side-to-side, up/down, then ‘round and ‘round.

“OOOOOHHHHH... OOOOOOHHHHHMMMMYYYYY... OOOOOOOHHHWHHOOOOOOHHHHH!!!”

Roland laughed aloud, “Goodness!!! You sound like me!” Mason was grabbing at the pillows, gasping deeply.

Roland buried his face between Masons buttocks again. He spread the cheeks wider, his lips puckered around the tender flesh. Roland slid his tongue into the entrance of Mason’s anal canal, sucking lightly. Mason squealed.

“YYEEEEYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! WWHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

Mason shuddered, bucked, fists pounding the mattress. Roland sucked, while lightly and quickly sliding his tongue in and out. He mixed the teases, swirling his tongue around the outer edge of Mason’s love hole. He teased with the tip, then flattening out, hard pressed against the anus, with waggling motions, all the while the gentle suckles continued.

Mason was going into a silent fit. It was so long ago, that he was rimmed like this. But... it was not like this! He couldn’t remember. The sensations were so soft... so electric... yet, so... so... he didn’t know!!! Roland was... was...
ooohhhhhmmmyyyyyyyyyyy!!! Mason had a hard-on that was... ohhhh.... the itch!!!

“OOOHHHHGGGAAAWWDD!!!”

Roland stopped long enough to give Mason the bottle of lotion that he used earlier, after showering. Mason put plenty in his hand, stroking his hard-on. Roland continued orally teasing Mason’s anus, giving him another jolt.

Only a few minutes went by, when Mason’s whole body shuddered violently, screaming as he climaxed. Roland slid alongside Mason, and held him snugly. Curled up within Roland’s loving grasp, Mason sobbed in pleasure, his body still trembling from the orgasmic release. Many kisses followed, long and slow. Again, no hurry.

Chapter 7

Stone-faced, looking straight ahead, Mason marched past the two executive assistants, suprising them without an acknowledgement, right into Lenny’s office. As Mason unceremoniously closed the door, his eyes bored hard into Lenny, who, startled, rose up from his chair to greet him. “Sit down, Leonard!” Lenny sat down without speaking. Mason threw his trenchcoat over a chair, dropped his umbrella on the carpet, and walked over to the big window.

For a few moments, Mason stood silent, staring out, at the stormy, rain-darkened sky. When he finally spoke, his voice was even. “My daddy busted his ass... driving gravel trains. Monsters. Tandem trailers... damn near two hundred thousand pounds gross. Sometimes eighteen hours a day. All types of weather, year ‘round.”

“Mother stayed home, pampered me an’ my brother. Saw to it that we did our school work, behaved well. My ol’ man... come home exhausted... would sit with us... go over our homework... hug us when we did well. Hugged us even more when we screwed up. He’d scold us but... never mean about it... then hug us... always said that it was alright, loved us anyway. Mother always was teaching... we had books up the ass.”

“One day, some dumb chick ran a red light... front trailer of my dad’s rig, went over her front end... whole thing... truck, trailers, everthing... rolled over, twice. Thirty miles an hour. Daddy was tossed all around that cab. Tore down poles, lights, signs... wrecked four other cars. Sent six folks to the hospital... just sittin’ at the light... mindin’ their own business. Made a mess of that intersection. Truck was loaded... shit went everywhere. Nobody killed, fortunately. Ol’ man was alright. Stupid bitch didn’t have as many scratches or bruises as my daddy did!”

“Next day, he got up... stiff and sore as hell... got ready for work. Mother had a fit. She was screaming mad... never seen her like that, before or since. He stood there... didn’t argue... let her get it all out. He looked at her, “Baby, I gotta go... for you and the boys”. Never raised his voice. Kissed her and went to work.”

“I’ve got a Class A chauffers license, Leonard. And I keep it up to date. There ain’t a rig out there, my sweet, chunky, gay ass can’t drive. Ten speeds. Thirteen speeds. Eighteen speeds. Split sticks... tandems, stakes... pups...what-the-fuck-ever, Leonard! I know who I am. My daddy... the one who paid for private school tuition... paid for big time college for me and my brother... he taught me to drive, Leonard! Both of us!”

“Leonard Czyczinski, I know who I am!!!”

Mason turned, suit coat spread back, hands in his pockets. His eyes cold, once again boring hard into Lenny. “You, Leonard... thirty-nine years old, are a miserable old cuss! Look at you! Head of a commercial lending branch, for a major Chicago bank... a multi-state bank.... and you got your office, on the shores of Lake Michigan... at an angle, on the wrong side! This is Muskegon, Michigan, fool! An old foundry town!” Mason leaned forward, his hand pointing out toward the window, “You want to work... sitting here... while you are cutting multi-million dollar lending deals... and look out... at this shit?!”

“Leonard, I own an entire floor... almost ten thousand square feet... my residence... and it faces the lake! I have peace when I get home! My folks still live in that little, two bedroom frame house, outside of Chi-town... that they raised us in! Every two years, my daddy leases a car, that my mother picks out. All the dealer has to do, is call my bank! My brother and I have two vacation homes, for them... just for my parents! One is in Traverse City, cash! Three hundred fifty grand... cash! Three sides, facing the lake! The other is in the Caribbean, on a hill, once again, three sides facing the ocean! Again, with my brother, paid for! They come and go as they please, with my credit card... I got it just for them! I don’t use it! I have savings accounts and CD’s for my niece and nephew. I don’t have to... Randy is doing just fine, he and Denise, but... I... Mason Bradford Reed... I know who I am!!!”

“Leonard... you are confused! You had your uncle... a rich banker... you rode his coattails, boy! For some reason, you don’t talk to your family... not even your uncle... who set you up royally! A brother, an’ two sisters who adore you! Your daddy, a steel worker... proud as heck of his son. Your mother... loving as any mother could be... Why don’t you talk to them? Your uncle... self-made... who loved his big sister... doted on all of you... loved his honest, hard-working brother-in-law, because he loved his sister! Set you all up with the bank! Your daddy, sweated his guts out, at that hot, dirty, stinkin’ steel mill. Uncle Banker put your ol’ man’s hard-earned money in smart notes... converted them into bank stock... when the bank was bought out by the big boys, your whole family made out! This is after he sent all of you to school! Man was smart enough to help another household, yet provide for and satisfy his wife, two children, and her family! Uncle was smart enough, grateful and unselfish enough, to do that... for all of you! Can’t you appreciate that? What-the-hell-else do you have? What?!?! A measley twelve or fourteen hundred square foot place, at some snobbish-assed yacht club... that the bank pays for... and that stupid-assed boat! You, Leonard... have separated yourself... from a loving family... for that?!! Is there any pride? Any self-respect?”

“Now tell me, Leonard... enlighten me... for I can’t figure this out. Why... why in the world... no, that’s not right,
excuse me, please. Who, Leonard... who-in-the-fuck... would pay eight... damned near nine hundred grand... for an EVAH-LOVIN’ PIECE-OF-FIBERGLASS... JUST-TO-SIT-OUT-IN-THE-LAKE-GOIN’-NO-DAMNED-WHERE... SITTIN’ STILL?!! AN’-WATCH-WHAT-THE-HELL-IT-IS-THAT-I-AM-DOIN’-OR-WHAT-THE-MUTHAFUCKIN’-HELL-I-AM-NOT-DOIN’??!! THE FACT OF THE MATTER IS... LEONARD... WASTING TIME AS YOU HAVE... SITTING OUT THERE... AS MANY DAYS AS YOU HAVE... IN THE WATER... TRYING TO WATCH... THROUGH MY WINDOW!!! SIX MILES OUT!!! YOU NEED HELP!!!”

“YOU... LEONARD CALEN CZYCZINSKI... YOU HAVE NO LIFE!!! ‘CAUSE YOU DO NOT KNOW... NOT A SINGLE CLUE... AS TO WHO OR WHAT YOU ARE!!! HOW CAN YOU?!! YOU HAVE NO SELF RESPECT!!! YOU PITIFUL... STUPID... LOWLIFE BITCH!!! YOU CANNOT... ARE NOT ABLE TO... FIGURE ... ANYTHING... OTHER THAN THE FACT... THAT YOU ARE... A LOATHSOME PIECE OF SHIT!!!”

Pale, sweating, unable to move, Lenny sat trembling in his seat. Mason leaned his face closer to Lenny, his voice low, with a dangerously icy edge. “I should not waste my time with you, boy! But... you will do as I say, when I say! You Leonard, will call Dr. Fredericks, make an appointment, and... you will have a complete, thorough, physical exam. I will hear from you in two days Leonard, that your exam has taken place. Once your blood, piss, and what should be snot tests are back, you will inform me of the results. In the meantime, you are to stay your sorry, pitiful ass away from those damned... nasty-assed... back-alley joints that you go to, looking for some rotting dick to suck! Your ass is mine, Leonard! Fail to do as I say, and the hospital will have to split your dumb, punk-ass wide open... just to get my foot out!”

Stunned, visibly shaking, Lenny sat, eyes unblinking. The short, precise manner in which Mason stabbed him to the core, was unnerving! Lenny had never imagined Mason like this. In an instant, Lenny understood that Mason had kept to himself deliberately, these past three years. Lenny had been duped, by himself, believing that Mason was a weak, sniveling individual. Lenny drove himself, deeply, into finding someone whom, he thought, was weaker than he was. So much so, that his deluded satisfaction in witnessing Mason’s loneliness, blinded Lenny from seeing Mason’s healing, actually taking place! Worst of all, while Mason in fact, was growing, healing from his ordeal, Lenny floundered in his own inactive growth, actually shrinking in maturity!

Grabbing his coat and umbrella, Mason stormed out of Lenny’s office. Cara Voigt and Marge Jenkens stared wide-eyed, as Mason walked by. They both viewed Mason’s tirade thru the floor-to-ceiling glass wall. The curtain was only partially closed, allowing them to see in. Although they couldn’t hear what was said, Marge and Cara knew that it wasn’t pretty. They both turned to look in at Lenny, who was still sitting, staring off into space. Cara turned back to watch Mason. As he turned the corner toward the elevators, she rose from her desk, and ran down the hall, opposite from the elevators. Cara found an office and closed the door. She dialed Cheryl Rosen’s direct office number, her former college roommate, and longtime friend. Mason never, never, appeared like this before. What in the world was going on?