I placed him gently on the surface of the bed and then I layed
down on top of him. I covered his ruby red lips with my own, pressing
hard and firm against them. I probed into his mouth with my tongue as
I spread my body out over his, crotch to crotch, my feet hanging over
his at the end of the bed. I was glad that we were both fully
dressed. I wanted this to take a while, to be special. I wanted to
fuck Mark.
His tongue met mine and a lightshow began in my head. Every
inch of my body was tingling. I felt my blood surging into my crotch.
My cock, fully erect, was straining inside my jeans. I ran my tongue
around on his teeth. Incisors, then molars. then the tip of my tongue
against the tip of his. Mark wrapped his arms around my neck and
shoulders, pulling me down tighter against him, my weight fully on him
now. The heat of his body was rising up to mine, making me even
hotter. Without breaking the kiss I took my glasses off and put them
on the nightstand.
He was moaning. I could feel the vibrations from deep down in
his throat as my tongue grazed the inside of his cheeks. My tongue
rolling across his molars felt the smooth wetness of his teeth and I
wanted more. I wanted to take him and make him mine. I began
thrusting my hips against him. He spread his arms wide in a gesture
that said he was yielding to me. I pinned his forearms to the bed as
my thrusting got harder and stronger, more urgent, my passion was at a
peak already. My tongue was now pushing his back, I slid it in and
out of his mouth, foreshadowing what I intended to do, soon, when I
had him spread naked beneath me. I lifted my face from his, circling
my face above so the tip of my nose orbited around his.
Abruptly I plunged my face down beside his, reaching for his
tiny ear with my lips. First, with my lips curled over my front
teeth I nibbled on his earlobe, his left one, as our hips bucked
against each other in longer strokes now. Then with the tip of my
tongue I ran circles around in the folds of his ear. His ear was all
shiny and wet, bitter tasting, my plaything. I moved his arms closer
to his head. I bit his earlobe with my teeth. He yelled out my name.
I did not know if I had hurt him or excited him, but I was not going
to stop and ask. I plunged the tip of my tongue, curled up, into the
hole of his ear. Very bitter, he yelled my name louder this time. It
must have been pleasure. He struggled to get his arms out from under
my hands, but he did not struggle very hard. I switched ears. First I
wet the other ear with my tongue, trailing around in the grooves, then
plunged again inside this ear. A lock of his dark hair fell down
across my face as he turned his head a bit. It smelled musky,
masculine and male.
Back to his mouth just as he said "YES!", tongue against
tongue again, sharing the taste of his earwax with him. More moaning
deep in his throat, it almost tickled. I let go of his arms and he
threw them around my neck, pulling me closer, dragging me down on
him, my weight like a blanket on him now. Still thrusting our hips.
It was so intense.
Suddenly I sat up on my knees. My hands went to his belt.
Leather, looked like cowhide, well worn, small like his waist. I was
a little bit rough, as I pulled up on the tongue of his belt I lifted
his small little butt up off the bed, his crotch rubbing up against
mine for an instant. I sensed moistness, like a damp vapor between
us, was it from him or me, or both of us ?
The belt open now, two hands to unbuckle his jeans. Then his
zipper. I pulled it down with my teeth. I pulled the flaps of his
jeans open with my teeth. He was wearing red cotton briefs, made of
very thin cotton fabric. I could see the outline of his manhood
inside, he was clearly hard. There was a wet spot just below the
waistband. I curled my lips over my front teeth, down over the
wetness of his precum, I inhaled long and hard and deep. The taste of
him filled my mouth and my nose. In the back of my throat I felt
moisture. The light in the room was from a table lamp beside the
bed, warm, incandescent, almost orange. It flowed freely onto his
underwear. He was very excited. He thrust upwards against my face. I
sat up again and looked at him. He was smiling.
I got up off the bed. Untied his running shoes, off they
went, over my shoulders. Then his socks. I took his right foot and
begin taking the toes, one by one, into my mouth, licking and sucking
them. He was moaning and squirming on the bed. He kept calling my
name. Then his left foot, same treatment, I bit the Achilles tendon
on the back of his heel very gently. Then I grabbed both pantlegs of
his jeans and pulled them violently down, off, they hit the wall as I
threw them over my shoulder. Back down on top of him now, munching on
his erection through the softness of his cotton briefs, lips over my
teeth, teasing. I put a hand under each of the cheeks of his butt. I
started to squeeze in time with the motion of my jaw. The patch of
wetness on his red cotton briefs was much larger now, the bulge even
bigger.
I sat on the bed, straddling him, my butt just above his
crotch. I began to unbutton his shirt. He had no tee shirt on. His
chest had tiny black hairs, in large curls, spread out on pink skin.
"Sit Up!"
I took his shirt off. I slid down further on the bed, my
knees beside his now, my face right over his crotch again. He was
wearing nothing except those thin, red, cotton briefs. I hooked the
front of the waistband with my teeth. Up to clear his erection, down,
then my hands slid them off him, past his knees, over his feet, onto
the floor. Mark was spread out before me, naked, excited, anxious to
proceed. I kissed the base of his cock, rolled my tongue across it,
slid my knees down further, took his left ball in my mouth. I sucked
it in. The warm, masculine taste of his scrotum filled my mouth and my
nose. Sucking hard, pulling the skin of his ball sack into my mouth,
then I felt his other nut against the side of my cheek. I opened my
mouth wider for a second and got both of his balls inside. Then all
of his scrotum, down to the base of his penis, sucking now in a
rhythm. I felt his frail little body tremble. His fingers were now
in the curls on the top of my head.
"Oh Steve, Oh, it feels so good!"
I couldn't speak at the moment, so I grabbed the cheeks of his
cute little ass and gave them a squeeze. I opened my jaws and slowly
let his balls roll out of my mouth. There was his erection, pointing
straight up, right in front of my eyes. The room was filled with the
smell of sex. Soft light from the table lamp highlited his nudity.
I licked the head of his penis, very slowly, with just the very tip of
my tongue. Gently, up and down, around in a circle, then up and down
in the line on the bottom, that folded place where it drives a man
crazy. He loved it. So did I.
I started flicking the tip of my tongue across the glans,
faster, harder, more urgently. He raised his legs and put one across
each of my shoulders, he squeezed the soft white skin on the inside of
his thighs against my ears. He kept yelling out the word "Oh" louder
and louder, then it was "Oh Steve" and after a few more minutes he
said "PLEASE!". He wanted me to take him into my mouth, there could
be no doubt of that. I had teased and excited him into the highest
state of arousal and now he wanted release.
I moved my head up higher, lifting his legs on my shoulders
until my mouth was poised over the wetness of my saliva on his cock.
I made a large circle of my lips, moved down until all of the head of
his cock was in my mouth, though my lips had not yet touched him.
Then in a sudden motion, driven by my own passionate lust for Mark, I
closed my lips tightly on his manhood and plunged down on him until
the tip of my nose was buried in his pubic hair. He smelled
wonderful and he tasted of sweat, precum, passion and desire. The
head of his cock was resting against the back of my throat. Now I
sucked on him, pulling my cheeks in against my molars. There was a
slurping sound for an instant as the vacuum leaked around my lips, so
I tightened them and sucked harder. Then I drew my head up slowly,
slurping and sucking until I reached his circumcision. I flicked my
tongue across the head. Zoom, right back down, all the way, and I
stopped.
"Oh Steve, that feels so good! It's good, it's good!"
"Mmmmmmm"
"Oh, please, don't stop"
He was being very responsive, and I did want him to enjoy what
was happening, so I started that up and down motion that guys like,
all guys like it. Every guy I've ever gone to bed with likes it. He
liked it. It occurred to me that I must be Queer because I was having
a wonderful time giving Mark head, but my mouth was full at the time
so I didn't say anything to Mark about it. Faster, harder, almost all
the way off him at the top of each stroke, then down all the way until
my face hit his crotch on each downstroke. His pubic hair was
saturated now with my saliva. The tip of my nose was wet from sliding
through it. The aroma in the room, horny man, hot sex, was
overpowering. The dark contrast of his glistening black pubic hair
against the pinkness of his flesh was making me even hotter. Faster
still, he began to lift his butt up to slam himself into my throat. I
stopped moving for a moment and let him control the action with the
thrusting of his hips. Then I sensed he was getting close to his
climax, and I did not want that to happen yet. My mouth was
overflowing with saliva, I could not swallow with him pumping his rod
into me like that.
I pulled my head up and off his cock, and he sank back down on
the bed with a long, slow sigh. I rolled his legs off my shoulders as
I stood up. I got undressed very quickly, throwing my own clothes
all around the room with total abandon. I pulled my sneakers off
with no attempt at untying them, they landed on the other bed. Then
I knelt on the foot of the bed, and I started to trace a line of
saliva with my tongue, up from his crotch, through the short black
hairs, to his navel. I plunged my tongue into his navel and sealed my
lips around it and sucked him there for an instant. More saliva
lines, my tongue all over his belly, skin so smooth and soft, pale
like most New Englanders, warm and tasty to my tongue. I worked my
way up to his left tit and sucked it all and a lot of skin around it
into my mouth. I bared my front teeth and began using them to scrape
the flesh all around the outside of the areola while my tongue flitted
back and forth across his nipple. It was hard, so was my cock. I
spread my knees slowly as I lowered my body down onto him. My cock
brushed up against his. I started chewing and sucking on his tit, as
though I was a baby nursing on him. He liked it. He started yelling
my name. I lifted my hips just a bit and pulled my hips slowly
downward so my cock dropped down onto his ball sack. Then I pushed
very slowly and gently. His hips twitched, he liked that too.
I pushed a little bit harder, and a little bit faster, and he
started moving his hips to match my motion. I was telling him what I
intended to do next, he was giving his consent. He worked his right
hand down in between us and around my manhood. He started to stroke
me with his hand. I switched to his other tit, and he yelled out
"YES!" just once. Faster with his hand now as I sucked and nibbled.
With his left hand he reached over to the nightstand and opened the
drawer. I could not see what he was doing, but I heard the crinkle of
a cellophane wrapper being torn. Then his hand went back to the
drawer again, I could feel the muscles in his chest moving as I was
chewing on him. I heard a thumping sound like something heavy bumping
the side of the drawer. I did not think he was getting a bible out.
"Steve, let me put this on you."
I let go of his tit, and I lifted myself up, to see his face
for the first time in what had seemed like hours. He was smiling at
me. The cellophane noise was a condom wrapper of course, and that
other sound was a big, phallic shaped, plastic container of personal
lubricant.
"Oh My, yes, you may put that on me, please do."
He took just a bit of the water based lube and he covered the
head of my penis with it. I knelt straight up above him as he rolled
the condom down onto me. It meant that he wanted what I wanted to.
It meant he was going to give himself to me, submit to me, let me
have my way. It felt so great as he rolled it on me, holding the end
to pinch out air. He stroked me a few more times as the latex
reached my pubic hair. He was making a sound deep down in his throat,
sort of a moan, a sound that seemed full of desire.
Then I bent down over him again and I started to kiss him,
tongue to tongue, my hands all over the wavy black hair that covered
his head so densely. My thumbs making circles on his temples as he
reached down between us, lubing himself, getting ready for me. More
lube on the outside of the condom, then his hands were in the middle
of my back, pulling me down, until I was lying right on top of him,
belly to belly, face to face. We lay there kissing for a minute or
so, I was so hot, so intensely happy to be here in Mark's hotel room,
naked with him. I wanted to fuck him.
Thrusting now against him once more, spreading lube all over
his crotch, my slippery latex clad cock rubbing against his slightly
smaller organ, still kissing him, my tongue deep inside his mouth.
He spread his legs beneath me. Oh how I had hoped he would spread
his legs for me! He reached down between us once more, but this time
he aimed my wet erection right at his hole. I felt the warmth of his
butt through the condom and it excited me even more. It felt like my
cock grew even larger and stiffer. I lifted my face up above his.
"Are you ready Mark ?"
"Yes, oh yes, please go inside me Steve, I want you to."
I pushed slowly and felt him beginning to spread, so warm,
so nice. Then I was up against his sphincter and it was time to go
further. Raising myself up on both arms, hands flat on the bed on
either side of his chest, I looked down at his face and I smiled.
My pink triangle necklace hung down between us, pointing at the
pale depression of his breastbone. I still had my watch on and I
had not bothered to take off my socks.
"Tell me if it hurts Mark."
The pressure built as I moved just as slowly as I could
against the tension inside him. I felt him twitch below me. Then
he put his hands on my ass and very swiftly pulled me down so I
entered him all at once.
"OH! OH!"
"Is it OK Mark?"
"Yes, more, more please."
So I pushed inside him, all the way in, till I felt my balls
against his soft white butt and my cock felt the heat of his body.
It was sheer ecstasy. I pushed harder, all the way, he arched his
neck, chin up in the air, almost lifting his shoulders off the bed
with the strength of his neck. He yelled again, it was a yell of
pleasure. I lowered my weight down on him, his erection against my
navel now, and I started to lick the firm line of muscle from his
shoulders on up to his neck. He tasted good, he felt good. Very
slowly I started to pull back. My hands were wrapped around his
head, the way a child might hold a kitten close.
Almost all the way out of him, I felt his sphincter around
the little ridge behind the head of my cock, then slowly back into
him until my crotch pressed tightly against the warm wetness of his
ass. Then just the tiniest bit faster. Now I started to bite that
line of muscle that I love so much on a man. From his shoulder
where it flattens out, to his neck where it merges, teeth scraping
his flesh as I fucked him. Faster, harder with the teeth, almost
tearing his flesh as I slam on each downstroke. Harder into him,
bouncing against the globes of his butt. I moved my mouth up to his
tiny earlobe, lips curled, sucking, rolling the thin bit of flesh
between my lips. He started thrusting his hips between us, matching
my rhythm, stroke for stroke. I felt his cock moving against my
abdomen and it made me even hotter.
Then I thrust my tongue into his ear, all the way as far as I
could, bitter earwax taste, hot waves of tingling pleasure spreading
out from the middle of my gut. I started going faster and faster
inside him. Deep thrusts, hard, slamming into him, my tongue still
invading his ear.
"Oh Steve, STEVE, Fuck me man, FUCK ME!"
"Oh yes, you like it Mark, you like it and I like it too."
"Yes, yes, oh Steve, I want you to fill that condom up
inside me. Cum in me man, cum in me."
His timing was perfect, I was ready. Harder now, so hard it
should have hurt him, but he kept urging me on. Louder now, he was
yelling, my back and my chest were covered with sweat. I felt my
balls tighten up, a burning sensation. I trembled and my whole body
shook. He must have sensed it 'cause he started yelling "YES NOW!",
and that was all I could take, I started spurting inside the latex.
I pushed all the way up inside him, hard, tight and I bit the left
side of his neck for a second. Then my back arched up straight as
my head lifted up above him. I lifted myself above him. I saw this
marvelous look on his face.
"MARK, oh it's good, I'm cumming, OHHHhhhhh! UHh!"
It seemed to take forever, I kept spurting and spurting and
all that time I just stayed so tightly pushed up inside him. My legs
shook. I never had an orgasm like that before. My dick felt like
it was on fire but it was good, very good. After a while I opened
my eyes and he was there beneath me, smiling at me, with a peaceful
expression. He looked as if he had tears in his eyes. I lowered my
weight down on top of him again, and I kissed very lightly on his
lips. He put his arms around my shoulders, kissed me back for a few
seconds. Then he pulled me down even tighter upon him so my face was
beside his own. I let my weight fall completely on him, our sweat
mingled, his cock still hard against me.
I almost fell asleep as we lay there, quiet, just touching.
I ran my fingers in the tinest circles through his beautiful hair.
I kissed the side of his head very gently, over and over. I was
still inside him, so warm, so tight. It's the best part really,
that closeness, that feeling of being together, just after making
love. I did not want to move. I put my hand down between us to
grab the base of the condom and I held it as I drew very slowly out
of him. Then more just laying there, my weight full on him, sweat
rolling down from both of us onto the bed.
"Thank you Mark, that was wonderful."
"Yes, it was OK."
"OK ???"
He laughed and he squeezed me tight around my ribcage,
pulling me close to him, tight up against him, as if we could merge
into one. He blew into my ear very gently and slowly. It tickled,
but I could not move. I laughed softly though. I was very relaxed.
Finally I got the energy to move.
"Mark, I'll be right back."
In the bathroom I pulled the condom off very slowly, not the
way people say you should do it. I grabbed the end that was full of
the creamy fluid that had just been in my body and pulled very slowly.
I love it when they snap against my hand. I cleaned myself up with a
hand towel, grabbed another one, and when Mark saw me coming back he
rolled over onto his belly. I cleaned his butt very gently, wiping
from bottom up towards the base of his spine. What a slender waist,
what a smooth back. With a hand on his shoulder I rolled him over
again, not a word spoken, and cleaned him up in the front, stray
lube, sweat. I bent over and kissed his cock briefly then I let the
towel drop on the floor, climbed over him onto the middle of the bed,
and rolled him by his shoulders again until we were side by side,
facing each other.
"It was wonderful Steve. Where do we go from here ?"
"I don't know Mark. I know what I would like though, I'm
just afraid to ask for it."
"Afraid of what Steve ?"
"Afraid of what you might say..."
"Ask me!"
"I can't."
"Yes you can, please, I want you to ask."
I looked at his lovely eyes. I thought about seeing him
again. I thought about how hot he made me feel, how cute he was,
how sweet he seemed. I had to go for it, otherwise I'd just lose
anyway.
"Mark ?"
"Yes"
"Can I see you again ?"
"YES!"
"Really ?"
"Steve, are you naive or something ?"
"Yes, oh yes, definitely, I'm a babe in the woods."
"I would love to continue seeing you Steve."
"Thank you, it's a deal. Thank you Mark."
I pulled him close to me, roughly, like he was a doll. I
hugged him very tightly and neither one of us said a word for the
longest time. We just ran our fingers all over each other's bodies
and we kissed little kisses. The kind of kisses you can only do just
after making love to someone. I felt open, at peace, vulnerable but
very content. Then we lay very still for a while. Finally it was
time for me to go home.
I hated getting dressed and leaving him. But I had
something very important on my mind. I had to be alone so I could
think. We kissed some passionate kisses of goodbye. I told him I
would call and felt sure he knew that I meant it. One last hug and
I walked outside. All the way south on US 101 I was worried, upset,
trying to understand what I was feeling inside. I got home and
there was a message on my answering machine. As it rewound I
noticed it was a very short message.
"Hi Steve, this is Seth. Give me a call when you get home
guy. I want to know how it went with Mark tonight, and I
want to know when I'm going to see you again."
The confusion was gone. I knew what I had to do, but I did
not want to do it.
[ The End ] |
