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Mason

I don’t know what came over me. I know what—er, who—came in me, but what made me go into that shower? The whole situation is completely nuts, but with Jax parading around in nothing but my bathrobe all evening, I couldn’t control myself.

At least now I know where the pumpkin spice smell is coming from … emphasis on coming. If anyone had told me that I’d be swallowing down pumpkin spice cum tonight, I would have driven them straight to the looney bin.

I’m wondering if I shouldn’t just drive myself there tonight. Am I really considering his story? Family curses and sentient pumpkins … It’s all a bit much.

I can’t deny that I haven’t seen Jax and the pumpkin in the same place at the same time, though it would be a simple matter to hide the gourd somewhere in the house.

That doesn’t explain how he got in, though, or how he ended up buck naked in my house.

Surely, someone would have noticed a tall, hot guy running around in the buff, and I don’t recall seeing any discarded clothing outside anywhere when I got home.

For both our sakes, I really have to do something about that nudity. I can’t think straight when he’s parading around in nothing but my robe, but unfortunately, we’re different sizes. I could never hope to have anything big enough for my beefcake houseguest.

Once we’re done making out, we head back to the kitchen for the now-cold apple pie. I forgot I’d gotten the ice cream out of the freezer to serve with it, and now there’s a melted puddle of vanilla all over the counter.

“Shit.” I reach for the paper towels and start cleaning up the mess. Jax’s hand meets mine and gently takes the wad of towels from me.

“Let me,” he says. “Go. Sit. I’ll take care of this.”

He’s so close that every nerve ending lights up at his touch. My eyes rise to meet his, and I get so lost in their green depths that I forget what I’m doing.

After a scorchingly tense few minutes, he backs away and tosses the paper towels in the trash. “There. All clean.”

Why do the words “all clean” just remind me of the shower?

I shake my head to clear it and turn to grab a pie server out of the drawer.

“Thanks. So, uh, big slice or little slice?” I know I can’t afford to eat a big slice of this decadent pie—it’ll go straight to my hips—but something tells me Jax is one of those guys who can just eat whatever and stay nice and cut.

“Big,” he says, and I cut him a slice that’s twice as big as mine.

I’ll say one thing for Jax: for someone without an ounce of fat on his body, he sure can put away plenty of food! Even after I’ve fed him quinoa and pie, his stomach still rumbles for more. Jax’s cheeks turn a cute shade of pink at the sound, and I offer a smile to lessen the embarrassment.

“Still hungry?” I ask as I take my turn clearing the dishes.

“Yeah. I don’t know what it is, but it’s like I can’t get enough in me. I think the shifting burns extra calories or something.”

Hmm. What else can I feed him? I get the feeling he’s more the meat-and-potatoes than side-salad type, but my dumb ass didn’t grab anything of the sort at the store. I rifle through my cupboards until I find the perfect snack.

With the box of popcorn in hand, I turn around. “Movie night?”

Jax perks up at the suggestion. “Ooh! That’s my favorite brand, too.”

Three and a half minutes later, we head to the living room.

I grab the remote and start scrolling through the streaming service in search of something we can enjoy together.

I’m struck by a sudden burst of devilish humor, and after perusing the “featured seasonal film” menu, I stop on the one I’m looking for and turn to Jax with a grin.

“Oh, hell no!” he says, laughing as he tosses a handful of popcorn at me. “We are not watching Pumpkinhead !”

I throw some fluffy kernels back at him. “What? It’s perfect for this time of year! It’s even featured!”

The popcorn fight quickly devolves into full-blown roughhousing, and before I know it, Jax slips off the couch, landing on his tight ass and dragging me down with him. We end up chest-to-chest on the floor, heaving for breath, with me sprawled on top of him.

My lips are mere inches from Jax’s, and our dicks press together.

Suddenly, the mood in the room shifts from playful to freakin’ hot, and for the second time this evening, my hormones get the better of me.

I descend on Jax like I’m the one who’s starving, burying my hands in his thick, dark hair and delving in for a heavy kiss.

He tastes of light cinnamon and sugary apples, contrasting with the earlier pumpkin spice taste I shared with him in the shower.

As we make out, Jax’s dick hardens beneath me. I reach between us and slip my hand inside the robe, stroking his velvety shaft. He moans into my mouth and thrusts against my hand, and I know the movie is all but forgotten.

The next few seconds are a mad dash to see who can strip first, and despite the fact that I’ve got more clothes on, I win.

“Turn over,” I say, my voice surprising even me with the amount of sheer lust in the words.

I watch Jax’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard and nods.

I let up just enough to give him room to roll over.

His smooth, tight ass taunts me, and I run my hand over one perfect cheek before giving him a playful smack.

Jax trembles as I spread his cheeks, and I marvel at the perfection before me. I slide backwards, sitting on his legs and half pinning him in place.

“Don’t move.”

He nods again, and I bend to run my tongue down his divide, ending at his tight hole.

Jax groans as I lick the edge before wetting two fingers in my mouth.

I spread his cheeks wider and spit on his hole before sliding my fingers inside him.

His body erupts in a delicious shudder as I slowly finger him.

“I’m starting slow,” I say as Jax whimpers for more. “I’m a big dude, and I don’t want to hurt you. Just be patient.”

When I add a third finger to the mix, he cries out.

“Shit! You okay?” I pause with my fingers buried inside him.

Jax’s toned body shakes, and his voice is breathless and husky as he answers.

“I’m fine. That feels fucking amazing.”

I grin at his encouragement and slide my free hand underneath him to stroke his cock while I work his ass. He’s already wet with precum, and when I curl my fingers inside him, he shoots a few bursts into my palm. The air fills with the now-familiar pumpkin spice scent, and I breathe it in.

Without removing my fingers, I scoot up and put my cum-slick hand in front of his face.

“Lick it.”

I watch as his eyes roll back in his head while he licks my hand clean.

“Please, Mason,” he moans when I go back to jerking his cock. “Don’t tease me.”

He has no idea. I’m not teasing; I’m prepping . I lick and nibble his neck until he stiffens with his next release, which I catch in my palm. I pull my fingers from his delicious ass, and he whimpers again.

“Just a sec, baby,” I croon into his ear, nipping the lobe. “I promise, you’re gonna love this.”

With my cum-filled palm, I stroke my cock a few times, coating it. A little spit won’t be enough to lube me for him, but this should do just fine.

Inching my way in, I take my time with him.

Every time he gasps or freezes or clenches, I pause, waiting until he relaxes a bit and nods for me to continue.

The Essence of Jax I’m using as lube works perfectly.

I’m able to ease in without too much trouble, and once I’m all the way in, Jax starts fisting his cock.

I give Jax a few seconds to adjust before even I can’t hold back any longer.

As soon as I’m sure I won’t wreck his ass, I grab his hips and thrust like there’s no tomorrow.

Jax jerks his dick hard, his arm almost moving faster than I can see.

I grunt each time my balls slap against his ass, and his moans get louder and louder the faster I move.

Before long, those moans turn to screams.

Screams that stretch into one long, drawn-out shout.

His voice breaks as he pumpkin spices my throw rug, and I’m not far behind him.

I come so hard that it spurts out and drips down his taint and balls.

When I pull out, a fresh load oozes down.

I push it back in with my fingers as Jax lets out a shuddering sigh.

After giving Jax a hand to his feet, I pick up the robe and lay it on the couch to give us a relatively clean spot to sit. We snuggle close, with me as the big spoon, just resting quietly in the afterglow.

When the dawn sun wakes me, I set the pumpkin—Jax—on the coffee table before heading for a shower. I’m off work today, but I’ve still got a busy day ahead of me.

I’ve gotta go to a pumpkin farm and see a guy about borrowing some clothes.