Late Night Fill Ip

He blinked, trying to confirm that his eyes were open. The space around him was blackened dark, and although Markel seemed to expect the morning sun to be filtering through the curtains, it wasn’t. Confusion set in as his fingers fumbled around the small wooden table at the side of his bed.

“Fuck!” Markel groaned when a half-full glass of water toppled over and spilled to the floor.

Markel squinted against the bright and offensive blue light illuminating the room from his phone when it came to life. It took a tiny second to focus and even less time to realize that he had slept through his alarm and was just about to be late for work. He grumbled, stirring the man sleeping next to him when he launched out of the bed spewing a few choice obscenities.

“Mornin.” Rawly’s groggy sleep-filled voice whispered.

“Yeah.” Markel quipped as he slid the black Dickies pants up his thick muscular thighs and over his rounded ass. “Mornin. I woke up late. Sorry I woke you.”

Markel climbed up the bed, positioning himself over Rawly’s body, and leaned down to press a quick kiss to Rawly’s pouty lips.

“You should get under the covers.” Rawly suggested attempting to pull Markel down to him. “Don’t leave me.” He whined.

“You’re an evil tempter.” Markel said wistfully. Markel brushed his hand over the tented blanket and down Rawly’s lean body until he found Rawly’s long, steel-hard shaft and gripped it. “Wish I could baby, but I gotta go.”

There was probably nothing more in this world that Markel wanted but to stay, to lay next to Rawly, underneath him. To feel Rawly’s sweaty, breathless body’s friction against his own, hearing the animalistic grunts as Rawly pounded into him. No probably about it. God, how he wanted to play hooky tonight.

Rawly was working hard to convince his man to stay with him as Markel finished readying himself and shot out the door in a huff. “Sleep well!”

With the car started, a text sent to his lead to announce that he was running late and Markel was off, darting down the road and on his way still wishing he was with Rawly. He reached down, fisted, and stroked his hard-on through his black denim pants. Its warmth transferred through the fabric and into his palm. Markel groaned.

“Coffee!” Markel spoke into the dark empty cabin of his car when he breached the hilltop and spotted the lit-up sign of an all-night gas station.

Markel strolled into the desolate store, adjusting his half-hard cock into what he hoped was a less obvious position. Thoughts of Rawly’s naked body, and his begging for Markel to stay continued to fuel his desire and rendered him somewhat oblivious to his surroundings.

He padded in his lustful haze, past the young man behind the counter of the dingy little store towards the unsuspectingly high-tech single-serving coffee machine. He read across the six buttons that labeled his hot caffeinated options and unconsciously fondled his dick through the pocket of his jeans.

“Three dollars and sixty-seven cents.” It wasn’t until the blonde-headed cashier spoke that Markel was drawn back to the present.

Markel’s brown eyes locked into the other’s bright blue eyes. His milky white skin was smooth against those high cheekbones. His cock twitched just below the level of the countertop between them. When his pink lips arched into a smile, Markel felt his face start to burn hot.

His goofy smile held uncomfortably long and wasn’t broken until the cashier repeated the total of Markel’s purchase. “Uh, oh. I’m, sorry I was lost in thought.” Markel stammered.

“It’s ok. What were you thinking about?” The blonde asked, singing teasingly.

Markel looked down instantly, noticing the white tag pinned to the man’s shirt. “Nothing.” He sighed. “Sam.” He added quickly.

“Sammy.” The young man corrected Markel with a hint of sarcasm.

When Markel looked up, Sammy winked through his ferocious grin. Markel felt like the prey being stalked by a rapidly approaching predator. His knees went wobbly and his dick stiffened. Sammy leaned down, placing his elbows on the blue countertop, and ran his eyes up and down Markel’s body.

Sammy was devilishly gorgeous, Markel thought. He wore a confidence that seemed much older than he looked, giving off the impression that Sammy was a definite player.

“Come on now, you can tell me.” Sammy said, his eyes glistening in the fluorescent glow of the overhead lights.

Markel had lost the ability to speak. He fumbled for words, feeling like he was about to be devoured. His voice cracked when he was finally able to force himself to talk. “You. You’re,” Fuck, just say it and get out of here you idiot. “You’re beautiful.” It came out as one hasty word.

Sammy’s grin sent chills and fire racing through Markel. He could feel perspiration starting to bead up under his t-shirt as he tried to stifle the shivers that took his body over. Why was he looking around for a shadowy corner, Markel wondered already feeling like he knew the answer.

He jumped when he felt Sammy’s hand brush down his arm. “I uh, I’m late for work.” Markel stuttered.

“A little longer won’t matter much then, will it?” Sammy quipped, his eyes growing darker with desire.

With his mouth gaping, Markel didn’t know why he was shaking his head. “Guess not.” He agreed mindlessly.

“Come with me.” Sammy walked from behind the counter and led Markel past the restrooms to a closed white door.

Markel’s heart pounded in his chest as he followed the younger man. Without the counter between them, the blonde, Sammy looked taller, his shoulders appeared broader than they did at first. “This is happening!”

He didn’t realize he had spoken until Sammy opened the door to an office. “Yes, it is. Close the door.”

Sammy closed the distance between them and took Markel’s hand. Without letting go, he placed it on his chest before he pulled it down his abdomen. With slow intention, Markel’s hand was placed over the thick hard mound that pushed out the front of Sammy’s khakis.

Instinctively and wanting, Markel rubbed the fabric, tracing the outline of Sammy’s cock while the blonde cashier loosened his belt and button. Markel lifted his hand briefly to give way for Sammy’s pants and almost non-existent stringy underwear to slide past and fall to the floor.

Markel’s mouth watered at the sight of Sammy’s cut cock bobbing in the cool office air. His body followed the lead of his dirty thoughts and he dipped to his knees, fisting Sammy’s thickness. Markel pressed his lips against the soft mushroom tip before parting them to take Sammy’s cock into his mouth.

Above him, Sammy sighed at the sensation of Markel’s lips and tongue skillfully massaging the silky smooth skin of his shaft, taking it into him to the root, hollowing his cheeks, and sliding back up. The heady scent of Sammy’s manhood intoxicated Markel more and more each time he buried his nose into Sammy’s smooth-shaven body.

Markel hummed into the length of cock he held so firmly in his mouth as he pushed it deeper into his throat. The salty hint of Sammy’s precum invaded his tastebuds and pulled Markel deeper into euphoria.

“Alright, there’s not much time.” Sammy told Markel as he pulled the older man up off of his knees. “Take your pants off.”

Markel followed directions well and he slid the black Dickies down revealing his thick and throbbing cock. Sammy wasn’t at all interested in that though, he put a hand on Markel’s shoulder and spun him around to face the desk.

With Markel laying chest down against the desk, Sammy’s hands rubbed over the smooth brown skin of Markel’s ass before he knelt down. He spread Markel’s ass open and buried his face into the cleft that divided the two brown globes.

Markel nearly cried out when he felt the warm wetness of Sammy’s tongue brush across his entrance, and gritted his teeth hard when the tongue pushed into him. Markel was thankful that the desk held him in place, he knew there was no way his body wouldn’t have betrayed him otherwise. He’d have been a heaping mess on the floor as the man behind him tongue fucked his ass.

He was dripping wet with Sammy’s spit when the younger man emerged from his task, the task of wrecking Markel. He had done well so far. Sammy spit a little more saliva into his palm and stroked it along his length before he pushed himself against the opening that would allow him inside.

He was thick and Markel grunted breathlessly when Sammy started to invade his center. Sammy was slow, and gentle at first allowing Markel’s ass to spread around him as he pushed deeper inside. Once he was buried to the hilt inside Markel, he paused briefly. Markel let out a groan to acknowledge his appreciation.

Sammy’s hands were locked into Markel’s hips, holding him exactly where he wanted Markel to stay. Markel didn’t have the wherewithal to move anyway, so Sammy didn’t have to use much effort when he slid backward, leaving Markel’s cavity momentarily empty and wanting before he shoved back in a little faster. When he bottomed out inside Markel, Markel’s world went snowy white for a second. “Mmph” he grunted.

But Sammy was already withdrawing again, gearing up for the next stab into Markel. After a few more mostly slow thrusts, Sammy’s pace quickened more and they were moaning and groaning in time with each impact. Sammy’s hands moved, rubbing Markel’s back as he lifted the T-shirt up to the man’s shoulders.

As he pistoned into Markel, Sammy’s movements got more erratic, more forceful and his sounds got deeper, more carnal. He growled deep from his chest, the satisfaction of his conquest. Markel tried to wonder how many times Sammy had been here, in this place fucking some unsuspecting customer but each time the thought formed, it was forced out of his mind by the thudding hit of Sammy’s pelvis against his ass. He gave up.

Sammy must have known his orgasm, his release was coming. Suddenly, with the growl of a caged animal, Markel was left empty, cold and wanting… no, needing Sammy back inside him. But Sammy just pushed his body against Markel, shaking vigorously as he pumped himself over and off the ledge.

Without a thought of Markel’s need, his satisfaction, Sammy tugged and pulled his cock until Markel felt the warm gooey splat of Sammy’s seed in the middle of his back. Sammy groaned and huffed milliseconds before each additional puddle of cum landed in various places on Markel until some accumulated in the small of his back.

Sammy slid his throbbing cum slicked cock between Markel’s ass cheeks, dragging and dropping more cum along its path before he thrust unabashedly back into Markel. He pulled Markel back from the desk a little and fucked into him again, this time reaching around and gripping Markel’s cock.

Markel cried, grateful for having Sammy back inside him and for Sammy’s hand working his cock. It didn’t take long, fast enough that young Sammy was still rock hard inside him and Markel felt his own release about to escape.

“Oh god!” He whined just as the doorbell rang alerting them of another customer in the store.

He bit his lip, trying to hold his cries in while expecting Sammy to drop everything, to scamper in a panic about someone hearing them. He didn’t. He stroked Markel through his orgasm before pulling himself out of the other man.

“Hello?” A man’s voice called out serendipitously in time with one last throaty groan from Markel.

“Be right there.” Sammy yelled back breathlessly.

He cleaned himself off in haste with a roll of paper towels from a shelf next to the desk and pulled his pants up. Markel, still too torn up to move, laid across the desk,in the puddles of his own cum trying to recuperate. Sammy placed the roll of towels on the desk next to Markel. “Take your time.”

Sammy was standing in his rightful place behind the counter when Markel reappeared with a dazed glow on his face. Slowly, he meandered to the counter and smiled at Sammy. “I uh… wow! But I gotta go.” His words were breathy. “Work ya know?”

“Yep. Coffee‘s on me. Come back soon.” Sammy told him.

The sincerity in his voice and the smile on his face told Markel he meant it. “Thanks. I ah, I might.”