Bending Eli
Copyright© 2025 by Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica
Chapter 14: The Morning After
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 14: The Morning After - I'm Eli, an 18 year old university freshman. I join the school's gymnastics team in search of something new but find myself caught in a world of lust, dominance and kink that I never expected when I become entangled with my sexy Assistant Coach, Casper, all while hiding things from my equally sexy, straight, roommate, Mason.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Ma Consensual Gay School Sports DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Rough Anal Sex Analingus Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex
It wasn’t long before Mason was asleep, sprawled out on his bed like a rag doll.
I stayed still in my own bed, listening carefully as Mason’s breathing got deeper and heavier, settling into a slow, even rhythm. His arm was draped across the bed, relaxed now, his fingers slack against the side of the bed. I could still remember the soft puff of his breath against the back of my neck when he’d used me, warm and damp with the lingering scent of alcohol. It felt strange lying in my bed next to him after what had just happened. Exciting, confusing, and a little bit scary, all at once.
A few minutes passed, but Mason didn’t move or say anything else. He was clearly asleep, his breathing loud and deep, occasionally broken by a low, drunken snore. My chest felt tight as I carefully slipped from under my sheets and edged out them towards my knees.
I glanced back at Mason. The moonlight through the window was dim, but it was enough for me to see him clearly. He lay sprawled out on his stomach, totally naked, looking peaceful and completely unaware of how much I was staring at him. I couldn’t help it—I’d never had him like this before, totally vulnerable and mine to look at.
My heart raced as my eyes followed the line of his back, his shoulders broad and perfectly shaped, tapering down toward his waist. His skin looked soft, almost glowing in the moonlight. I’d seen him shirtless plenty of times, at the gym, in the room changing, even goofing around in the halls, but this was different. There was nothing casual about this. He was here, naked in front of me because of what we’d just done.
My gaze drifted lower. Mason’s ass was perfect—firm, rounded muscle that made my throat feel tight and my cock twitch inside my briefs. I swallowed hard, feeling guilty and turned on all at once. It felt wrong to watch him sleeping, but I couldn’t make myself look away. Not now. My cock hardened fully, pressing uncomfortably against the fabric of my underwear.
I slid down onto my back and eased my briefs off, sighing quietly as my cock sprang free. I wrapped my fingers around myself, stroking gently at first, my eyes locked on Mason. He shifted slightly, turning just enough that I could see the outline of his cock resting against his thigh, soft but still impressive. The memory of his cock in my mouth flashed vividly through my mind, the heat of him, the way he tasted, the sounds he made as he used me. I shivered, pleasure and embarrassment mixing together into something I couldn’t resist.
I started stroking myself faster, my breath hitching slightly in the quiet of the room. I bit my lip, trying not to make any noise as I watched Mason sleep. He rolled a little more, fully onto his back now, leaving his naked body completely exposed to me. My heart jumped, my stomach flipping with excitement. His cock lay heavy and thick against his thigh, and even though he was soft, the size of it sent a hot wave of lust through my body.
I squeezed my cock harder, moving my hand faster as I imagined Mason waking up, catching me jerking off to the sight of him. Would he laugh at me? Would he get angry? Or would he smirk, knowing exactly what I was thinking, and maybe even join me again, rough and demanding like he’d been only a little while ago? The thoughts felt too real, too intense, and I was getting closer with every stroke, feeling myself leak and pulse into my palm.
My breath started coming faster, shorter. The thrill of watching Mason while he was completely unaware of me made it even more exciting. I knew it wasn’t fair, knew I was crossing some kind of line, but the ache in my cock was stronger than any sense of guilt. I couldn’t stop myself from imagining him using me again, pinning me down, his cock pushing into my mouth or maybe even somewhere else, controlling me, owning me.
The fantasy was too much. My cock throbbed hard in my hand, the muscles in my thighs tightening as I struggled to keep quiet. I came hard, biting my lip to keep from crying out, my cum spilling hot and messy across my stomach. My whole body shook, pleasure washing through me so strong that for a moment, everything else disappeared.
When it was over, I lay there panting quietly, my heart racing. I grabbed a discarded shirt off the floor and quickly wiped myself clean, tossing it back onto the ground. The afterglow of my orgasm felt good, but almost immediately a weird emptiness settled in too. I turned onto my side, looking again at Mason, still passed out, breathing deep and even.
I wondered if tomorrow morning would change anything. Would he wake up and smile at me, teasing me about tonight? Or would he just demand service like a drill sergeant? I felt my stomach twist uncomfortably at that thought. I wanted things to stay cool, even if I needed his cock again worse than anything. I needed them to.
Exhaustion crept up quickly, my body feeling heavy now, my eyelids drooping as I fought sleep. I took one last look at Mason’s naked body, letting the sight of him fill my vision before I finally let my eyes close. Sleep came faster than I expected, pulling me down into restless dreams full of Mason’s hands on me, his voice rough and demanding in my ear, and the warmth of his breath against my skin.
I woke up slow, the light through the blinds too bright, my body too warm. I was sticky with sweat, the sheets twisted around my legs, and my chest felt weirdly tight. It took me a second to remember where I was. And then it hit.
Last night.
My stomach knotted up, not in a bad way — not exactly — but in that nervous, twitchy kind of way where I didn’t know if I should be excited or horrified. I blinked up at the ceiling, then turned my head.
Mason was still asleep. Completely out. His head was tipped back slightly, mouth open, hair all over the place. One arm hung off the edge of the bed, the other flopped across his chest. He looked wrecked, but in that annoyingly perfect way only Mason could pull off. I couldn’t stop staring.
The blanket had slipped low, barely covering anything. His hip bone was visible, sharp and clean under his smooth skin. His stomach rose and fell in slow, even breaths, abs still tight even in sleep. I swallowed hard.
He didn’t look like someone who’d just used me the way he had. He didn’t look guilty, or confused, or anything at all. Just asleep. Normal.
I sat up slowly, trying not to move too much. My body ached a little. My throat was dry. I could still feel it — not just physically, but everywhere. His voice. His weight. The heat of his skin against mine. I wasn’t ready to let it go.
I stood and moved quietly toward my dresser. Grabbed a clean T-shirt and shorts. My briefs were somewhere under the sheets, and I didn’t feel like digging them out. I tugged the shirt over my head, still watching Mason from the corner of my eye. He didn’t stir.
I wondered what he’d do. If he’d wake up later and give me that cocky grin and say something like, “You liked that, didn’t you?” Or if he’d be too hung over to do much of anything. Probably the latter from the look of him, but I was hoping Mason would be up for another round.
My gymnastics team was turning me into such a slutty little fucker.
I grabbed my shower stuff and left the room without a sound.
The hallway was quiet. A couple doors open, someone playing music softly a few rooms down. I padded down to the showers, head buzzing the whole time. I turned the water on hot and stepped in, letting it hit my face for a while before I moved.
I didn’t know what I was feeling. Proud, maybe. Or embarrassed. Horny, definitely. But mostly just confused. Everything that happened last night had been so intense, and now it was like it existed in a different world.
I thought about the way Mason had looked at me when he pulled me down. That glazed-over focus, his fingers in my hair, the rawness of his voice. I thought about how I’d gotten hard the second I felt him pressing into my mouth. About how I hadn’t even questioned it — not once.
I was hard again now, obviously, but I didn’t jerk off. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to, or if I just wanted to stay in the memory a little longer. It felt like the second I came again, it would be over. Too far behind me to reach for.
When I finally stepped out of the stall, my skin was red from the heat. I dried off quickly and dressed without looking at myself in the mirror.
Breakfast tasted amazing. I hadn’t even realized how hungry I was until I sat down. I loaded my plate with eggs, toast, hash browns, and two slices of bacon, and by the time I got halfway through it, I was already reaching for more. Everything felt heightened. The food, the coffee, the morning light coming in through the windows. My body still felt warm in that lingering, post-sex glow, and my mind kept playing it all back on a loop.
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