Tampa, Florida
Part 16
By the time I’d arrived at the spare bed, Mark was standing. I still had a roaring skin-splitter but his thick sausage was content to flop lazily over his low hangers, waiting for a bit of stimulation. And I knew just the dude to give it to him.
He wrapped his strong arms around me and I responded by wrapping him in mine. I could feel my boner squashed against his semi but he didn’t seem to mind. And I sure didn’t. Woohoo!
I wasn’t sure how long we stood there, hugging, but it was long enough for me to be intoxicated by his warmth and odor, and I could sense the power of his strength. Jeez. If I’d been a chick I would’ve fallen in a heap on the floor. Heh.
“Mark?” I asked as we were still in each other’s embrace.
“What?”
“I’ve been thinking about what you said about Code, and how he took ages to explore your bod.”
“And?”
“It’s just that... well... I might not get another chance, and…”
Mark took his arms away, and moved back a little so that we were face to face. He was wearing just the faintest of smiles. “Maybe that’s not such a bad idea. I’ll close my eyes and imagine you’re Cody.” And with that he laid on his back on the bed, placing his hands behind his head, waiting for me to lay next to him.
“Why do you shave your pits?” I asked once I was comfortable laying on my side, and had my one hand running over his smooth chest and abs.
“Habit. It started with the boxing thing.”
“Mmmm, smells nice. Like soap, but there’s your smell there as well. Pheromones. Did Code ever tell you about your smell?”
“How am I gonna imagine you’re Cody if you keep yapping?”
I ran my fingertips around the pale baby-skin of his pit expecting to feel stubble from the shaving, but no, it was smooth. Then I moved my fingertips to his chin. There was a hint of stubble, but not much. Next, I used my thumb to smooth his neat eyebrows, one at a time, then ran a finger along the length of his nose before letting it glide gently over his lips. They were full and moist, and a medium shade of red; the very same lips that kissed Cody on the mountain that time. I was aching like crazy to press mine to his, but I figured I’d better not push my luck. Well, not too soon, anyway.
I allowed my fingers to drift over his meaty pecs, feeling the firm edges that gave them such a cool squarish shape, and the vertical groove that ran between them. Then I ran a finger over the nipple closer to me. It was like a ripe brown edible berry sitting on a small oval of lighter brown skin that had little Goosebumps on it. I figured he wasn’t gonna freak if I kissed it, so I pressed my mouth to the nipple and felt its shape and warmth against my skin. Then my tongue decided it wanted part of the action, so it kinda poked itself out from between my lips and had a little taste.
And all this time, my boner was hugging my gut and threatening to explode. It was already leaking precum big time. When I glanced down to check out Mark’s furniture, it was not quite hard, but getting there. Hmmm… with a bit of luck…
Next, I placed my hand around the hunk’s bulging bicep and squeezed it a little. It wasn’t flexed so it was kinda soft but I could still feel its power. I was soooo tempted to give it a love bite. Yeah, right. And get my head bitten off in return.
Everywhere my fingers went on their awesome journey of exploration, I could feel the softness of his warm skin. Like silk-covered muscle. When I was exploring his abs, I traced the grooves that defined each muscle of his washboard sixpack. So incredibly sexy. But, hey, this dude was sex personified. He must’ve wet so many chicks’ panties it wasn’t fucking funny... and quite a few boxer shorts as well.
He had a cute belly button, too; the kind that invited your tongue to check it out.
I wasn’t sure how he would react to my fingers meandering too close to his bush of black curlies, so I figured I’d get around to those later. Meantime, I ran my fingers along the inside of his thigh. Whoa! That got a reaction! His boner started to get harder, and bounced. It had a slight curve to it, like I remembered Cody telling about me in an email, and a big bulbous head with a piss hole that promised a truckload of Mark juice. In fact, there was just the slightest hint of precum emerging… a tiny moist area around the pink piss hole that caught the light and glistened. Woohoo! Progress!
Mark’s legs were like the rest of him. Perfect. His muscles were helluva well defined without being too big. There was a sprinkling of fine black hair on the lower legs, but only enough to give them a sexy look. And his feet?
“This little piggy went to market…”
“Stop that!”
“Are you ticklish?”
“You don’t wanna find out.”
“You’ve got sexy feet.”
“You’re fucking twisted. There’s no such thing as sexy feet.”
“Sexy is in the mind of the gawker. Hey, remember that time…?”
“Jesus, not again.”
“...Cody talked you into a sixty-niner? Actually, he didn’t need to do much talking," I grinned. "But you were on top and he was on the bottom.”
There was a pause while I wondered if I'd gone too far. And then, “I’m gonna regret this in the morning.” He opened his eyes and sat up. “You sure you wanna do this?”
“Big time. And don't gimme all that 'I'm gonna hate myself in the morning crap'.”
“Don’t expect me to stick that ugly thing of yours in my mouth.”
“Jacking me will be cool. But I wanna blow you, Mark. Honest I do. I wanna taste what Cody tasted.”
By now Mark’s throbber was rock-hard, and I guessed it was doing all the decision-making for him. Heh. All he was interested in was getting his rocks off, and that was just fine and dandy by me!
After a bit of maneuvering, Mark’s jewels were dangling above my face, and I could see his asshole clear as anything; wrinkled and tight. Pure virgin ass. The only thing that had ever penetrated that rosebud, as far as I knew, was Cody’s index.
Anyway, I grabbed hold of Mark’s boner as I felt his fist tighten around mine, and pulled it down. That curve in his shaft made it a little difficult to get his swollen knob into my mouth, so I had to change my position slightly. But when I did manage to wrap my lips around that monster, I was in seventh heaven. I had a whole bunch of totally cool toys to play with. Yes!
As I sucked him, and tasted the richness of his warm spicy precum, I used one hand to smooth his silky firm buns, and the other to fondle his low juice-filled hangers. Eventually, I summoned the nerve to insert my finger into his rosebud – just a little. I didn’t wanna freak the fucker. But as I kept sucking and playing with his nads, his spongy hole seemed to loosen enough for my finger to penetrate a little further. I remembered how Cody told me about touching Mark’s prostate while he was blowing him, and that’s exactly what I'd planned to do.
The sensation of Mark’s fist around my boner wasn’t exactly awesome, but that was more than compensated for by the fact that I was in close range of all his goodies, to play with as I liked. To make it even more exciting, I kept reminding myself of how Cody was in exactly this same position once, and how convincing Mark to do something like this was almost next to impossible. Go me!
Before long, I could feel Mark’s throbber getting thicker and beginning to buck around in my mouth like an outa control bronco. I seized the moment to push my index finger deeper into his hole so that it touched his prostate, and felt his ass muscles squeezing. “Oh, Jesus!” I heard him gasp. I couldn’t say a damn thing, though. I was too busy gagging and being choked to death.
And then it happened. His nads hugged the base of his shaft, and I felt the first wad of Mark’s thick tasty juice hit the back of my throat. I was having a helluva time trying to keep his exploding throbber from escaping my mouth, but I didn’t wanna waste a single drop of his prize nectar. And with each jet of jizz, I could feel his ass muscles squeezing my finger again.
It was about then that I felt the electrifying thrill of the rush’s journey in my own groin. Mark had kinda lost the plot about jacking me. He was too focused on his own ejaculation to give a fuck about mine. But I was past the point of no return, and blew a truckload anyway.
I spent what seemed to be ages swallowing like crazy, trying to keep up with the powerful jets of Mark juice firing one after the other. Then I slowly withdrew my finger from his rosebud, and enjoyed the feeling of his ass muscles’ assistance. I was glad he didn’t see me sniffing my finger afterwards, though, but it was something I couldn’t help doing. Anyway, it didn’t smell bad. It was just slightly pungent, but sexy.
Anyway, Mark rolled off me, sat up, and asked for a tissue. I cracked something rad when I saw his face. Heh. It was his turn to have a fight with a meringue pie. He was covered in the damn stuff. I wished I’d had a fucking camera.
“So how was it?” I asked as he wiped his face clean.
“You’re not Cody, but you come pretty close. Thanks for that. I mean it. Brought back some pretty awesome memories.”
“You told me earlier that you could never have sex with a guy you didn’t love.”
“You loved Cody and I loved Cody. Cody loved us both. So I guess there’s enough love there to give me a reason to do what I just did.”
He stopped short of saying that he loved me, but that was OK. He hardly knew me, and I really didn’t expect him to say something like that. But he was warming to me. He figured I was a bit of a jerk, but an OK jerk. Heh. “I guess I’m feeling the way Cody did. I’ve done that kinda thing a million times. One Bulgarian guy I know says I have sex for breakfast lunch and dinner, as well as in-between snacks. Heh. But I’m never gonna forget what happened tonight, Mark. Never. It’s like Cody wrote me once about a green room. He’s been in a stack of green rooms, all of them special, but this particular one was special in its own way. Maybe not more special than the others, but a different kinda special, if you know what I mean.”
“Time to hit the hay, man. You’ve got school tomorrow.”
“You still gonna rock around to check out the swim team?”
“Depends on what happens. If I’m not sailing or whatever, sure. No prob.”
Just after I’d turned off the light, and had spent a little while thinking about what had just happened between me and Mark, I broke the silence. “Thanks, Mark. That was really just so fucking awesome.”
“For me, too. Night, buddy.”
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