The smell of coffee invaded my consciousness.
I opened one eye to see a steaming mug centered between two
"Here, this may help."
A deep gravelly voice said.
I mumbled, sitting up on the couch and shaking the funk
from my head. I took the cup, looking up into Mark's sleep creased face.
"I feel like shit."
I said, feeling the steam waft up into my
crusty eyes. My tongue felt a little furry and my mouth tasted like too
much whiskey and cigarettes. I wasn't sure what died in there, but I
looked around at the living room to see if it was still there. The remains
of last night's debauchery were still in evidence. Mark held his own mug
and took a sip.
"It's morning, I hope you still respect me."
Mark said, grinning
at me. Respect him? I respected him on so many levels. But, mostly, I
respected him for the hot cup of joe.
"Here, these should do the trick."
I took the aspirin that Mark held in his outstretched hand as if they were
magic beans. I put them in my mouth and swallowed them with a sip of the
I moaned, laying my head on the back of the sofa. I
rolled it around, hoping that the yoke inside my throbbing skull would
decide which side it would take up residence on. I felt the coffee start
to glow in my stomach as the sleep fog left my head I hated hangovers.
Sure, I had had more than a few. Usually I just ignored them. But, this
one was a monster and I could feel it pervading my entire body.
"I guess I
can't tell when enough is enough."
"I'm glad. I would have hated to miss any of it."
sitting next to me on the couch. Our thighs connected in an intimate way,
as I looked over at Mark's sexy visage. I just couldn't get over him.
Even wrung out from a night of total hedonism, Mark could still enthrall me
with his effortless masculinity. I knew that I must have looked like
Baghdad after the surge. But, Mark's tossled hair lent an endearing
quality to his stubbly face. I'm sure that you could have swept the floor
with my usual morning mohawk.
I asked, hoping Mark wouldn't be completely
turned off by desheveled state. I dared to move myself closer to Mark. I
laid my head onto his well-developed chest. I gazed down at his still nude
body. His well used dick was curled around his abundant balls. He
adjusted his body so that we would be positioned comfortably,
semi-cuddling. He put an arm around my shoulders and drew me to him.
"He's taking a shower. Isn't it amazing how the young seem to
bounce back so much quicker?"
Mark observed, clenching me tightly to him.
It felt so right, cuddling with Mark. I enjoyed the moment as he held me
in his protective embrace.
"I remember when I was the same way. Youth is wasted on the
I volunteered. There was a time when I could party all night, and
then get up the next day and start all over. Thank God, those days were
gone. Back then, I didn't have the money to party all of the time. Now
that I had the money, I no longer had the time. 'At least God has a sense
of humor.' I thought.
"Yeah, me too. I remember those days, climbing out of some
anonymous bed and not remembering what happened. I don't miss that at all.
I much prefer sharing memories of great sex with the person who made it so
Mark stated, lazily circling my sensitive nipple with his
relaxed hand. I suppose he still found me disirable. God bless him, this
was as bad as it got and he was still interested. I patted my hair down
and let any self-conscious feeling leave me. I closed my eyes and
envisioned last night's activities. From his words, it was apparent that
Mark was as into what had happened as I was. That thought was enough to
cause me to heave a contented sigh. I took my free hand and rubbed his
defined belly. Even in his relaxed state, I could still trace the
definition of his abs. Our motions were not meant for sexual excitement,
but for calm contemplation. I sipped my coffee, feeling Mark play with the
sparse hair around my erect nipple. His obvious contentment was more than
enough to feed my own need for it. We lay like that for some time,
enjoying each other's company without the necessity for speech. I basked
in the shared interlude for a few moments before I spoke.
"I can't believe how right this feels."
I observed, closing my
eyes and relaxing into Mark's body. I could feel Mark falling into the
same languid state as he held me tighter.
"I know. I can't remember when I have felt so good about another
Mark offered, revealing his feelings. I was a little taken
aback. I was speaking of the relaxed position we were in, he was talking
about his feelings for little old me. Instead of push, I decided to take
the moment for what it was. I didn't want to make more out of what Mark
offered. Just two contented people, wallowing in the aftermath of
"What a pretty picture."
I opened my eyes to see Jesse standing there. He had a mug in one
hand and a cigarette dangling from his lips. His tall, buff body shone
with the effervescence of youth. With my eyes, I explored his blond curls,
still wet from the shower. I lowered my gaze to his sculpted chest and
abdomen. I let my eyes wander to the defined thighs, which surrounded the
small bush atop his succulent equipment. I couldn't believe it. From the
workout Mark and I had given this kid, he should have looked like a
shrivelled peach. Instead, he looked as fresh as a new penny. I didn't
know what fountain of youth existed in Mark's shower, but I wasn't leaving
until I found out.
"No prettier than that."
Mark observed, taking in Jesse's body.
Not even close, I thought.
"You two look great like that."
Jesse said, taking the smoke from
his mouth and sipping his coffee. I watched his walk as he went to the
other couch and sat down. I was amazed at the jaunty flair in his gait and
the exuberance his body exhibited after we had abused it so soundly. His
balls perched on the edge of the cushion, allowing his puffy dick to stare
straight at me.
"Last night was incredible. I've never had so much fun
with two buddies."
"Are you sure? Have you ever had two buddies like us?"
asked, grabbing a pack of ML's and lighting up.
"Well, not exactly like you two. But, it got pretty intense."
Jesse asserted, sexily smoking his cigarette.
"Jake, Tom, and I were on
the baseball team together. We got to know each other pretty well once
when we were at the playoffs in a motel. We haven't had as much fun since,
because we didn't have anywhere to go. But, we joke about it."
"When are you planning to get together again?"
I asked, my
curiosity aroused. The thought of this stud with two like-minded guys in a
motel caused my hungover personae to be taken over by the horny personae
that was me.
"We're going to Key West in two weeks. It's my graduation present
from my grandparents."
Jesse informed us.
"Jake and Tom are on the
baseball team at Ohio State and that is their spring break."
frozen outside, it was hard to believe that spring was just around the
corner. But, that's the weather in Ohio. If you don't like it, just wait
around for five minutes. It'll change..
"How did you get reservations in Key West for spring break? It
must have been nearly impossible."
I asked, grabbing the cigarette from
Mark's mouth and taking a hit. The instant nicotine rush did much to calm
my raging horniness.
"Granny and Pops have a house there. I had to promise that there
would be no parties. But, what they don't know won't hurt them. It's
going to be a fuckfest."
Jake stated, smiling gleefully.
"I don't think I know that frat. Do your boys belong to it?"
inquired, lighting a cigarette for himself.
"No Dummy, Sex. Smoke. and Suds. What are you, like ancient?"
Jesse joked. I laughed at Mark's expense. Anyone would have had to agree
with anything Jesse said, he looked so good.
"It sounds like you sand bunnies are in need of a chaperone, at
least for the sake of your grandparent's house."
Mark said, laughing back
at the remarkable stud who sat across from us.
"Are you volunteering?"
Jesse asked, sitting forth on the couch.
I saw that his cock seemed to pull up into his body, leaving his beautiful,
edible nuts more exposed. His eyes smouldered as he took the last hit on
his smoke and exhaled into the air above.
"Because, that would be real
"Now, why would I want to babysit three post-adolescents for a
Mark asked rhetorically.
"Are you serious, why wouldn't you?"
I interjected as the
possibilities ran amok in my wounded brain. (Note to self: Say three Hail
Mary's for Granny and Pops for the foresight to have a vacation home in Key
"I mean it would be great. I know Jake and Tom wouldn't mind.
Besides, I'm the host."
Jesse offered with a serious tone to his voice.
"And you could come too, Allan. Just think of all the fun we could have."
I was way ahead of him. I readjusted my lengthening organ to make it less
obvious. I saw Jesse's eyes flick to it as a leacherous grin appeared on
"I don't know."
Mark said, a contemplatively. Although I had an
upcoming trip to Germany, it was work and didn't count as vacation. My
interest piqued, I looked up at Mark's face.
"You're your own boss. Do you have anything better to do?"
asked, baiting Mark. From his reaction to last night's fun, I knew that it
wouldn't take much to goad Mark into agreeing with Jesse's proposal.
Besides, time in the sun would do much more to chase away the winter blues
than a grill.
"Not really. Graduation pictures are trickling off, and wedding
photos won't hit until April."
Mark admitted, thinking of the timing. Due
to my unflagging determination to succeed professionally, I had plenty of
time off coming. The thought of a week in the Florida sun with three hunky
college students was enough to start me to counting the days that I was
due. I wondered what Jesse's buddies looked like. Not that it mattered,
if Mark was game so was I.
"It would be great to have you both there. Besides, you're old
enough to buy the party supplies."
Jesse stated, a satisfied look on his
"Now, the ulterior motive surfaces."
I smirked, thinking of my
"I may have an ulterior motive, but that's not it."
rubbing his dick.
"I think that when Tom and Jake see how natural you two
are with each other, it will help them get over any inhibitions they might
I was surprised at how succinctly Jesse stated his argument. There
was obviously more to this young man than his oversexed body. I wondered
if his friends would demonstrate the same level of maturity. In addition,
I was happy that the naturalness that I felt with Mark was so apparent. I
smiled as Mark gave me an almost imperceptible hug.
"I might be able to work something out."
if it's understood that Allan and I are also on vacation, together. I
don't think either of us want to be in charge if a train wreck occurs."
warm glow infused me as I heard Mark state the parameters for agreeing to
the proposal. I loved that he had included the word, together. I think
that was the point that I felt more than a growing infatuation for Mark. I
could feel the heat that emanated from his tight body as he held me close.
I agreed, more than happy with Mark's stipulations.
I would have agreed even if he said that I had to ride in the trunk under
roadkill they collected on the way.
"Don't worry. You two old timers will get plenty of nap time. I
don't think you could keep up with us anyway. We plan on staying hard and
fucked up the whole time."
Jesse joked. I smiled at his assertion that
Mark and I, neither yet thirty, were 'old timers'. But, Jesse's statement
made it apparent that the younger generation's agenda would not include
tending to the needs of us old farts. Well, I hoped they would agree to a
few of our baser needs anyway.
"Who you calling old?"
Mark laughed, launching himself at the
young man. Mark grabbed Jesse and held him down. I was right behind him,
pinching and tickling Jesse until he begged for mercy. I saw Jesse's cock
start to lengthen as he writhed under our ministrations.(Further note: Add
a couple HM's for G and P due to the gene thing, this kid was delectable.)
"Hey, let up. I've got to be at church in one hour. Gotta keep
the rents happy."
Jesse exploded with gasps of mirth. We let him up and
sat back down across from him. Jesse's dick was bloated and his balls were
tight against the base of the growing tube.
"Now look what you did. I'll
be hard all through the services."
"You're young, figure it out."
I offered, enjoying the sight of
Jesse's dick rising into the air. His aroused state caused his face to
grow progressively redder and his smile to beam.
"I wish I had time to figure it out right now, but I gotta scoot."
Jesse said, allowing his fresh-looking prick to bob teasingly.
know what you decide about the trip."
Mark stated, watching Jesse dress.
With that, Jesse said his goodbyes and left. I lit a cigarette as
Mark went to refill our coffee. I watched the lithe way he sauntered from
the room, his bulging glutes creating the perfect man ass. Wouldn't a tan
look good on those mounds? I thought.
Mark returned with our coffee, stopping at the bar and asking if I
wanted a little hair of the dog. I nodded as Mark grabbed the bottle of
Frangelico and added some to the steaming mugs. His arms bulged with his
exertions, the supple muscles allowing every movement to be associated with
its proper tendon. How DaVinci would have loved Mark's body. There would
have been no backstreet human disections if he had. Mark was a walking
example of male musculature. The sounds of smooth jazz invaded the room as
Mark turned on the stereo. He walked to the couch, handing me my mug.
Then, he sat down and lit his own cigarette. I sipped of the mug, allowing
the hot sweetness to slide across my tongue and down my throat. The warmth
took up residence in my stomach and radiated through my entire body. I
looked at Mark looking at me. He allowed the smoke to trickle from his
nose as he smiled, and kissed the air. I saw that his lips were swollen
and incredibly inviting.
"You'd better watch yourself, or I might just wear those out."
"I'm counting on it."
"But, maybe we should talk
about Jesse's offer first. I've been to Key West many times and it's
always chaos. I can't imagine what it would be like with thousands of
horny college students added to the mix."
"Somewhere between paradise and utopia, I suppose."
ruminating on the possibilities.
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Can you imagine a
week of nonstop partying? I wonder if we're up to it? Maybe Jesse was
right. Maybe we're just a couple of old timers."
"Speak for yourself."
"I'm no old timer. I can
rut with the best of them and wouldn't mind proving it. I think we could
keep up, so to speak."
Mark paused, letting my assertions run through his
mind. We were prime examples of the male form. We were still young and
knew how to enjoy ourselves. I was a little disconcerted by Mark's
"Fuck it, let's do this."
"Let's show those young
pups how the big dogs do it."
I raised my mug in salute. Mark's apparent
enthusiasm made me feel better. I enjoyed spontanaity and was relieved
that no stodginess remained about the decision.
I barked, laughing at Mark's use of the cliche. Mark
chuckled with me. A look of relief had replaced the pensive one that was
there before he just gave in to eventuality.
"I think it sounds like a
great time. I can't wait to see you on the beach. Speedos?"
"I'm not that old yet. But, I sure wouldn't mind seeing your sexy
ass in a pair."
Mark asserted, hitting his smoke. The smoke curled around
his face and wafted to the ceiling. He took a sip of his coffee, obviously
relishing the taste. I had to agree it was good.
"Do you think we need to
establish any groundrules first?"
I asked, unsure what he meant.
"Well, you know. Do we share? Is it okay to go off with anyone?
Do we remain exclusive?"
Mark stated, laying his concerns on the table. I
was taken aback at the implications. It was obvious that Mark was as
uptight at our situation as I was. Did he have the same feelings of not
wanting to read too much into anything as I had? Did he feel the same
burgeoning feelings that I felt? Could this man, who was once like a God
to me, like me as much as I liked him? Was this an attempt to move things
along to a closer understanding between us?
'Whoa Nelly.' I thought, not letting my hopes run wild. Slow down
and gain some perspective. (There I go again.) I didn't want to queer the
deal between us by appearing overly eager. True, I would give my left nut
to merely lick the sweat off his balls. But, he didn't have to know that
"Perhaps, we should just let things happen. No rules. But if you
don't feel right about something, tell me and I'll do the same in return."
I offered, suddenly nervous again. The air in the room was now tense due
to the seriousness of the conversation. I wanted to clear it and return to
the relaxed atmosphere we had previously enjoyed.
"Let's just enjoy the trip for what it is, a vacation from frozen
civilization. A chance to get to know each other's likes and dislikes.
You be my wingman, and I'll be yours. We'll see where that leads."
said, knowing where I wanted it to lead.
Mark said, nodding his head.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have
let my thoughts go so crazy."
"You didn't let them go crazy. If you think something, it's okay
to express it. But, this whole thing is kind of new to both of us. Maybe
we should just let it develop naturally."
I explained, and with that all
nervousness, angst, or uptightness left me. I would practice what I
preached. I would lay my soul bare to whatever would happen. I would
allow myself to show my vulnerable side. Mr. Corporate Hardass was going
to be relegated to work. Mark was not work, he was pleasure, more pleasure
than any man needed or deserved.
"Works for me, stud. Let's just have fun. I can deal with that."
Mark acquiesced, relaxing his body language. I gazed at his sculpted body
and wondered at the strength it held.
"I need a shower,"
"and it looks like the maid's day off
Mark laughed and told me where the clean towels were. I entered
the marbeled shower stall and let the warm water cascade down my firm body.
I washed my semi-hard dick. It had been in that state since I entered
Mark's house the night before. That is when it wasn't rampant with lust.
I washed my hole and inserted a digit to make it squeaky clean.
"Here, you might want this."
I heard Mark's voice. He held out a
new toothbrush still in the box.
I said over the sound of the steamy water.
"Want some company?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
I smiled in anticipation. Mark
opened the door to the shower still naked from the night's frivolities. I
made room for him, allowing my body to touch his. I felt the instant
electricity of Mark next to me.
"Can I wash those hard to get at places? Mark asked.
"Sure, if you think you can get to them."
I assured him. Mark
took the soap from me and started to rub my back. I stretched like a cat
under a good rub. I felt my asslips flair as Mark rubbed them with the
slick soap. He did an extra good job, inserting his index finger to make
sure that I was clean inside and out. He reached around me and held my
cock in his hand. I felt the suds start to build as he jacked me with an
insistent beat. Instictively, my hips bucked in time with his talented
hands. I was a novice to shower sex, that is with another person present,
but Mark proved to be a master.
Mark let my, now turgid, dick jut forward as he used the soap to
wash my pecs. I could feel his chest against my back as he reached around
me to graze my hard nipples with it. Mark worked the sudsy bar into the
skin of my neck and the folds of my pits, never allowing the contact of his
hard body against mine to break. He rotated his hips, causing me to rock
in unison with his lazy rhythm. I put my head back onto his shoulder and
let myself be lulled into the measure of his sensuous dance. Steamy clouds
surrounded us, magnifying the surreal quality of our tango. Mark led, and
I gladly followed. I was astounded at Mark's effortless ability to
dominate me. Then again, he reveled in my dominance of him as last night
proved. I could feel Mark's aroused pole hit the back of my ball sack
repeatedly. The inflated head of his meaty cock felt magical as it glided
back and forth over my perinium. My breath quickened as the needles of the
shower fell on my flushed body like electric sparks. I luxuriated in the
feeling of Mark's strong hands as they massaged the strong smelling soap
into my aroused person.
Mark instructed in an authoritative voice.
I was reticent to break our embrace, but his command is all that I
could have wished. I turned around and looked straight into his deep,
brown eyes. His hair was plastered to his head and I could see drops of
water as they rolled down his masculine face. They pooled momentarily on
his full, inflamed lips before dripping off. I leaned forward and licked
them before they fell. They tasted of Mark. I did not attempt to kiss
him. I just licked, enjoying the feel of his unshaven beard with my tender
tongue. I explored Mark's entire face, before zeroing in on his ear. I
nibbled the lobe, then around the outer flap. I inserted my tongue into
his ear, flicking the entrance to the canal. Mark moaned as I blew into
it. His harsh breathing matched the ragged quality of my own. I nipped
and sucked for an eternity as I felt Mark writhe in ecstasy next to me. I
laid a trail of kisses and small bites down Mark's veiny, muscular neck. I
could feel the tendons flare at my forceful nips. I raised Mark's arm,
gazing longingly at the wet tendrils they kept hidden. In a lusty rage, I
sucked Mark's pits like they were my source of life. My nose grazed the
bulge of his biceps as I delved deeper into the cavity they protected,
allowing the silky hair to flow over my tingling lips. I supped on Mark's
pits until I could feel him quake with unspent desire. His brawny
pectorals were so ridgid that I was inexhorably drawn to them. I sucked my
way over the prodigious mound to find my target, Mark's rubbery, erect
nipple. I pinched it with my teeth, flicking at it with the end of my
darting tongue. I felt it grow harder and more pronounced as I sucked it
into my mouth. I rolled his large aureole around my mouth as if I were
using it to gargle with. My sensitive lips rooted, seeking more of him to
inhale. Mark's appreciative groans were like dry kindling to the forest
fire that was my rampant need. I traveled down his torso, licking his
protruding muscles until I met his small outie of a belly button. I
devoured it like it was a third nipple, rolling it over and over my mouth.
Nipping it; suckling it; licking it.
Mark could stand it no longer.
"Suck my dick."
He implored. I was happy to oblige.
I took Mark's tumescence in my hand, squeezing it. I was astounded
at the incredible hardness. I could feel the runaway tempo of Mark's pulse
in his massive prick. I licked the cumhole, tasting the essence his ball's
had given up. I was addicted to that taste. The taste of his nectar, his
juice, his cum. Slowly, I let the head of Mark's cock enter my mouth. I
circled it with my entire mouth. I sucked him in, inch by inch, before
letting it rest entirely in my throat. I vacuumed deeply before rising
from it only to dive down once again to the root. I grabbed Mark's sack,
rolling his nuts in my palm. He groaned as I squeezed lightly, urging them
to give up that which I sought.
"Not so fast, Gorgeous."
I heard Mark growl.
"I missed eating
some of that boy-pussy last night. I can't wait anymore."
Mark roughly turned me around, zeroing in on my hard buns. He
parted me and sank his oversized lips down to my needy hole. He rimmed
like the expert he was. I felt his tongue invade my clutching chute as he
juggled my balls in his palm. Mark ran the gamut of my ass from stem to
stern. He ran his stubbled chin and cheeks across my tender bud causing me
to quake in anticipation. He inserted one, then two fingers into me. Mark
palpitated my joy button with his gnarly digits as he went fuck crazy with
his mouth on my stretched ass lips. He grasped my raging hardon and beat
my meat in time with his darting tongue.
I was in the throes of ecstasy as Mark assaulted my tender butt. I
breathed like a runaway freight train as he claimed my body for his own. I
put one hand on the wall of the shower to brace myself and the other around
my back to urge Mark on. He needed no urging from me. Mark was in a state
of complete wanton bliss.
"Oh please, fuck me."
I wailed, pleading for the fullness of
Mark's cock up my ass. I was a little surprised at myself, until Mark I
had never much enjoyed being fucked. But, this glorious stud had changed
"Tell me how much you want it."
Mark gasped. I could feel the
breath of his words on my mancunt as he spoke them.
"Take that veiny cock and ram it up my butt. Fuck my ass like it
was the last ass on Earth. Make me feel like a man. Bang those ball until
they shoot your jizz into me. Fuck me with that pole, man."
"You should have been in advertising."
I heard Mark chuckle as he
stood up. My ass was a little miffed that he had stopped his
ministrations, but the anticipation of feeling Mark dominate me was enough
to quell any dissatisfaction.
I could feel the head of Mark's pulsing dick at the door. He
spread his precum around my hole, causing my hole to open and close. My
brain had only one thing in mind, Mark's cock in my ass. I pushed myself
back as Mark speared forward. He plunged balls deep into my creamy canal.
I winced, momentarily, at the invasion of Mark's dick. The hugeness of his
prick in my tight chute was unbelievable. He surged back and then forward
as his hanging nuts banged against my own silky pouch.
Mark fucked me raw. I could hear his ragged gasps as he impaled me
on his cock. My cock waved in the air, matching Mark's long, plunging
"I'm climbing, are you coming with me baby?"
Mark hissed through
"I'm with you, babe."
I assured him as my insides parted for
another charging rut from Mark.
"Fuckin' hot, sexy bastard. I can't believe what you do to me."
Mark groaned, pummeling me with his turgid fuckstick. I couldn't believe
what he did to me. I suppose we were both incredulous at the way we could
make each other feel.
"Ohhhh, just fuck me, fuck me, fuck me....."
I screamed, feeling
Mark's pace become more rapid as he made his way to the peak of our shared
passion. His assault on my manclit caused it to spasm and my cock receeded
a little into my body, trying to connect with the feeling of the repeated
stimulation that Mark was giving it.
"I'm gonna blow your sweet ass."
Mark warned me.
"Blow that bull scud, you sexy motherfucker."
I replied, wanting
it more than the quick intakes of air I was managing. I drooled in
anticipation of the peak that I was ascending. I had cum many times, but I
could feel a ballbreaker of a nut building inside of my balls. From the
sounds that Mark was making, he was with me.
"Here it comes."
Mark exploded, blurring his pelvis behind me. I
felt the head of his cock expand and pump across my prostate insistently.
The feeling was enough to make me moan as my cock connected with my
pleasure center. An explosion rocked my insides and raced up my dick. I
shot over and over, painting the shower with my seed (Look Ma, no hands.
Only Mark had made this happen, not once, but twice). Mark pulsed in my
velvety quarters, filling me with his delectable juices. His hose snotted
all over my insides, never letting up its attack.
Mark held me as we caught our breath and descended from our heights
together. I shook from spent urgency. I could still feel Mark's softening
prick inside of me. I sighed as it plopped out followed by an appreciable
amount of Mark's cum.
"I guess that's why we keep doing it."