Trying to guess which way Mark's mood would swing at any given time was like trying to guess a winning lottery number. I was never hundreds about Mark. So you can imagine my fucking relief when he wasted no time in laying on his stomach on the couch so that I could massage him. Woohoo! He wasn't mad at me! But how far could I push my luck? Hmmm.
South Africa - Johannesburg #2
I put my hands on the waistband of his jeans, then moved them underneath his stomach so that I could undo his fly buttons. Hello? He still wasn't mad at me! In fact, he raised his hips to allow my fingers access. Once I'd undone his buttons, I slid his jeans down his legs. Surprise, surprise, his boxers came down with them, oops! and I got a gawk at the cutest butt on the planet. Hard and tight. Whoa! But just as quickly, his hands came to the rescue of his modesty and pulled his boxers back up. Damn! What a fucking spoilsport!
Nevertheless, I began to massage his powerful, muscular back as he closed his eyes, and let me take him to the land of absolute bliss. I'd learned the whole massage technique from Cody. The Codeman was the fucking best when it came to giving massages. He totally ruled.
Mark and I never spoke for a long while... not until I got to his legs, which were like solid oak, only better looking. :) Mark's skin is fucking smooth over the muscles. A boner? Me? Are you kidding? Of course I had a fucking boner. What did you expect?
"You're putting me to sleep," he mumbled finally. "That feels fucking A1, bro."
"I'm enjoying it, too. You've got a good bod."
But there was no response to my last comment. Not even a thanks. I wanted to massage him the whole fucking night... just to feel his skin with permission. Interestingly, he didn't bother to pull his jeans back on after I'd finished massaging him, and he didn't mind me gawking at his semi, which was fighting for air in his boxers. The vibe was so fucking cool, I didn't want him to go to bed just yet. I needed an excuse to keep him awake, and in my company. I was loving every minute of it.
"Hey, feel like sharing a joint?"
"Why not?" he shrugged, then smiled that smile.
We went out to the garden, and right away noticed that the night air had become cool. I lit the joint and took a deep drag. I felt the wave go through my whole body... a sensation that's difficult to describe to anyone who hasn't smoked pot before. Then I watched Mark as he put the joint to his lips, and took it in. He held the smoke in his lungs for a while before exhaling the blue/gray cloud. He, like me, knew that the longer you could hold in the smoke, the quicker and greater the effect on your brain.
"Was Cody the only guy who ever blew you?" I wasn't quite sure why I'd asked him that question. It was as much of a surprise to me as it was to him. And right away I was expecting him to bite my head off... the one on my shoulders. But he didn't.
"What brought that question up?"
"Just me thinking aloud. Wondering what it's like, I guess."
"Can I ask you a straight up question?"
Before answering him, I took another deep drag of the J after he'd passed it to me. Then, "Sounds like you're going to anyway."
"I'm confused about you, Steve. You get any chick you want, any time you want. There's no question that the chicks think you're fucking hot. So here's the question. Are you gay?"
"Do you think Cody was gay?"
"He was bi. I don't think he hid that fact from his friends. He hated the fucking label, though. All he wanted was for it - his bisexuality - to be accepted as normal. So are you?"
"Gay? Cos I have my eye on you?"
"I hadn't noticed."
"Yeah, right. You're the one who's been saying how hunky I am. So are you?"
"Fuck you, cunt. Stop avoiding the fucking question."
"OK, so I'd like to suck you off. I think you're a fucking god, and so did Cody. You happy now?"
Mark nodded for a while, deep in thought, and then, "Before I met Cody, I would have fucked you up right now for what you just said to me."
"So you wanna wrestle?"
Every movement Mark made was calculated. He took a last drag of the joint, then stubbed it out on the barbecue. Without warning, he charged at me and grabbed me around the waist. The force of it allowed him to carry me all the way to the pool, and we both ended up flying into the ice cold water. KER-SPLASH!
I lost my breath cos it was so fucking cold! Then I panicked while I waited for the punches to come flying into me. I was waving my arms all over the place trying to defend the imaginary fists, and stirring up the water like a high-revving Johnson outboard. But the fists never came. Huh?
When I opened my eyes, Mark was standing in the waist-deep end of the pool, throwing his head back to flick his wet hair from his face. Then he laughed... a real belly laugh that soon got me laughing as well.
"You should see yourself, Steve! What's with the fucking dance?"
"I thought you were gonna fuck me up," I said as my laughter slowed to a nervous giggle.
"Why should I? You're already doing such a good job of fucking yourself up." And with that caustic remark, he turned to walk up the steps of the pool. Then he paused to face me. "You'd better get out of there before you catch a fucking cold or something, bro."
I removed my jeans while I was still in the pool cos it was easier in the water. Ever tried to take off your wet jeans on dry land? I also took off my boxers, and noticed that my lazy cock was hanging over my nads, which took an easy swing or two as I climbed the pool steps... droplets of water falling off the end of my foreskin.
Mark, meantime, had gone into the house to fetch a couple of towels. Upon his return, he threw one at me. The night chill had begun to bite into my skin, and I had goosebumps all over. I was looking like a plucked chicken, only slightly sexier. :)
Mark, who was still wearing his wet boxers, was toweling himself... and looking like a million bux. You had to be there. That dude was a living god.
"So," I said as I eyed his bod, "you shy in front of me now? Scared I'm gonna see your cock or something?"
Mark just stared at me, not quite knowing what to say. So I walked up to him, knelt before him, and grabbed the waistband of his boxers. At any moment, I thought a fist was gonna come flying into the side of my head but I was too fucked to worry about it. Apparently, so was he.
Somehow... for some reason I couldn't comprehend, he lifted his feet to allow his boxers to be completely removed. His delicious cock was at my eye level, and I watched in awe as it slowly lifted in response to my attention. The steel rod running along the underside of its shaft pulled tight as his throbber lifted to a 60 degree angle. Below it, his balls hung heavily before they slowly began to rise closer to the base of his shaft. Mark caught his breath as I cupped his weighty nads in my hand.
"What are we fucking doing, Steve?"
That sounded like the kinda question that needed a serious answer, so I took my hand away from his hangers, stood up, and looked him straight in the eye.
"I really want to do this, bro. You don't have to do anything. I just want to experience what Cody did with you. I'd really like that. But I'll understand if you don't want to. It's just the two of us here, Mark."
Mark never said a word. He responded by using his fingers to stroke my electrified cock. This was Mark? Wow! I couldn't help catching my breath as I felt his gentle strokes gliding up and down my length. Instinctively, I knelt down in front of him, and stared at the tight muscle of his raging cock. His eyes closed as I wrapped my fist around the base of his manhood. Then my tongue leapt out like a lizard's and began to explore his cockhead as he reacted by gulping a quick breath of air.
I could feel his boner pulsating in my hand as my lips closed around that huge, smooth, bulbous knob, with its pisshole promising a thick, sticky prize at any moment. His throbber was way too big for me to take all the way in... when it was tight and swollen like that. But that was OK. He began to groan as my wet mouth slid up and down that gorgeous fucking meat of his. He was all fucking man, and I had him. Even as I sucked his throbbing cock, I couldn't believe that it was for real. Mark's dick in my mouth? Whoa! But, yes, this was Mark. Cody's Mark.
My eyes wandered up to his flat stomach muscles, and watched it contract as it reacted to what was happening, revealing every millimeter of his steel abs. They tightened, then flattened. Tightened again, and flattened again. My free hand was caressing the smooth, tanned skin at the back of his legs... and then wandering up to the silky skin of his drum-hard buns.
While that was happening, I felt his hand on the top of my blonde head... eager to keep my face where it was... pleasing him... sending him to heaven. His other hand was touring his own chest and abs. Then instinct took over, and his hips began to move back and forth, sending his fucktool deep into my throat. Each time he backed off in readiness for the next thrust, I could see that his hard cock was shiny from my spit. By that stage, his balls had tightened, and were hugging the base of his shaft... two tight sacs brimming with Mark juice. I could hear him sucking in air between his clenched teeth.
I moved my face slightly away from his cock as it threatened to explode, and opened my mouth. My fist was still wrapped around that bucking and gyrating monster as it bounced - firing the first of its massive wads. His jizz shot out like it was coming from a firehose. Some of it splattered against my chin and cheeks, and some of it hung from my eyebrows. Most of it landed in my mouth, though, and I let it run down the back of my tongue.
As Mark reached the last of his load, he grabbed his cock and gave it a couple of quick jacks, then squeezed the head to let the last of his delicious juice ooze out of his pisshole. I scooped it up with my tongue, then swallowed his cockhead to clean it. Sucking his tender knob caused his knees to buckle, and for a moment there I thought he was gonna come crashing down on his knees. But no. He managed to stay upright while his meat slowly began to deflate as it stayed warm and welcome in my mouth.
"Oh, my fuck!" he gasped.
But my mouth was still way too full to respond to him just then. And I didn't wanna let his cock go. This was what Cody had experienced, and I was enjoying each sensation from this god in front of me. Some of the cum on my cheeks had begun to succumb to gravity, and fell onto my chest.
Eventually, I let his cock slip out of my mouth, and I watched it hang in a lazy arc across his nads. A string of thick cum dangled from my chin, so I scooped it up with my finger and put it in my mouth. Even Mark's cum - an eighteen year old's - had that strong man taste. If we'd been wasted before, I was totally fucking straight by the time he'd shot his awesome load. Maybe it was the sudden injection of protein. :) Maybe he had some kinda fixmeup in his juice or something. Nevertheless, I suddenly felt fucking stupid, and wondered what the hell he was thinking. It seemed like an age that I'd stayed on my knees staring at his thick, awesome cock floating around in the night air.
"You just gonna stay down there forever, Steve?"
I stood up and looked at him... probably with a sheepish expression on my face. Then, without warning, he burst out laughing.
"What's so fucking funny?"
"You, fuckhead," he guffawed. "You look like you've been in a battle with a meringue pie!"
[One of the best lines I've ever heard. MrB :o)]
Well, there was no fucking way I could help myself from becoming totally hysterical after hearing that line, cos I could picture what my face must've looked like. I figured I'd better go clean up in the bathroom, so I left him standing on the lawn belly laughing. You could've heard him all the way from Cape Town. Hahahahaha!
When I emerged from the bathroom, he was in the kitchen making coffee. Neither of us bothered to dress, so we sat at the table naked. But I was still wondering what was going through his head. Did he think I was crazy? A loopy? Inferior? What? And then he spoke two words that totally fucking floored me.
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