Todd Comes to the Rescue
When I realized I was in love with Mark, it shook me. It changed my perspective on a lot of things. Before I met him, I had been, I guess, kind of a sex tourist. I had spent my twenties and most of my thirties, until I met him, having a lot of sex in between yoga training and teaching. All kinds of sex with all kinds of people. That's how I met Mark, on one of those sex adventures I often went on. I love sex and it sounds strange to say, it loves me. Guys find me attractive and that works for me.
When Ravi asked me to join in a little scene he was planning for this fellow Mark, I was in. I was up for anything. The previous week I had been part of someone's birthday who wanted to be fucked by three guys. It was fun and we filled him with probably a dozen loads in the course of a weekend.
But when I walked into that room where Mark was waiting, looking so eager and boyish, I knew something different would happen. In the course of that night where he took so many cocks and ate all our cum, I grew more and more fascinated by him. I can't quite explain it. The only thing that makes any sense to me is Mark is a perfect combination of intellectual curiosity and sexual adventure, of professional decorum and abject sluttiness. And he's adorably handsome and has a perfect slim but strong body. His eyes are big and almost green.
But after that evening, I had to see what would happen with this other guy I had met at a sex party. Despite loving sexual freedom and exploration, I still wanted to have an emotional connection with someone. I yearned for it. So this guy was hot and smart and liked to fuck, but after a while I realized he wasn't into anything deeper. He seemed offended when I told him I wanted more emotion, more intimacy, despite both of us agreeing that we would be sexually open. When I asked him why he was so annoyed by me wanting more, he seemed to suggest that I was just naive, that the kinds of things I wanted only existed in romance novels and that I should grow up. Idiot.
When he was out of my life, I was relieved and I contacted Mark right away. One thing I wasn't expecting was the night we got together with his partner. We had a nice time with Trevor, but I really only wanted Mark and it was clear he felt the same way.
So we basically started having an affair which Trevor knew about and more or less accepted. Until he didn't. And I didn't blame him for ending things with Mark even though that was exactly what I had hoped would happen. I wanted Mark more than I have ever wanted anyone in my life. We had the kind of chemistry that I think only happens once in a lifetime.
When we had sex, it was beyond intense. It was like we were on fire. He seemed open to anything with me and trusted me. He didn't want pain so much as pain in the context of the passionate love we felt. He didn't want to be submissive except as an expression of that love. He did want to dominate me for the same reason. Anything we did sexually was from that place: love.
There was a night, for example, when we had got up one morning in my flat (before he and Trevor ended their relationship) and we had a shower together. For some reason, he decided to do something we had never done, and something I had only done once before. He started to piss in the shower and his face got all dominant and said, “Get on your knees.”
When I knelt, he had aimed his cock at me and his stream hit me in the face, in my mouth. It was crazy and fun, but so intensely exciting that I opened my mouth wider and drank it, before letting him fuck me against the slippery wall, the water bathing us. When I had his load in my ass, we switched and I dragged him out and threw him over a chair in my bedroom and fucked him so hard the chair fell over.
But we were laughing in the end, and between giggles, kissing. Because it was all about love. Everything else was just a game we played to show our love. Real dominant/submissive types would have been appalled by us, I think. We did and didn't take it seriously. I had never met anyone before who wanted the same thing as I did, hence the love and, to my amazement, the monogamy. At least, we agreed, if we did have sex with someone else, it would be with both of us. It hadn't come up since we had been with Trevor, but we both were open to it.
But after Mark and Trevor ended things, after Trevor moved out, Mark and I came back to his apartment and he seemed a little shell-shocked. Half the furniture was gone and the place seemed to echo with the history of their relationship. On instinct, I said, “You can't stay here, Mark. There's too much of the past lying around. Come live with me.”
He turned, his body tight with tension, his eyes wide. “You think so? I don't know...it's so soon...” He stopped and I could see the conflict on his face. “But Todd, I feel so...awful...I hate when people are angry with me.”
I sighed, feeling a bit of frustrated with him even though I understood. “But Mark...these things are always painful...” But I stopped because I actually didn't know. I had never been in his position. Never had to make a really hard decision that would cause pain. Because he had made a decision in allowing this thing between us to develop, despite his relationship.
Instead, I repeated myself. “Come live with me.”
Mark just stared at me, his eyes wide, as if I was speaking another language. “I want to, Todd. I mean that's the whole point of all this agony, isn't it? For us to be together? But it's going to take some time for me to feel like I'm not the worst person in the world.” He stopped again. I was surprised that someone who could be so decisive, could be so at sea with this situation. Then he took my hand and said, “Well, even if it is too soon, I do want to...”
It was soon – only three months – but at the same time, it also seemed right. “Mark...you and I...we have this thing...I don't know what to call it. We might as well be psychic. We want the same things at the same time. I always know what you're feeling and you can see right into me. What more do we need to know? I love you, for fuck's sake. I've never felt that or said that to any man before.”
He seemed stunned by what I said. I was feeling the depth of everything, and I was terrified he would change his mind about us or something, but at the same time I also trusted that was impossible. He finally asked, “Really?”
I nodded, taking his hand and kissing it.
He pulled me close and said, “I feel the same way...what I feel for you is light years away from what I felt for Trevor. Light years. So let's do it.”
--
We moved him into my flat slowly, taking our time, trying to decide which things of his we could keep, which things to dump. In the end it was fun, but I could tell that Mark was still labouring under his guilt.
After we had finished bringing the last of his boxes to my flat, having left his old one empty and hollow, he threw himself down on the sofa and sighed.
I sat beside him and said, “Feel better?”
“I suppose...not really. But I'm glad I'm here with you.”
The line from the Lord of the Rings went through my head. I said, “At the end of all things...”
We both smiled at each other and then I had an idea. I suddenly thought of the night I had met him and, more importantly, in what context. I remembered him taking the cocks of a whole group with an eagerness that still surprised me. Given our sexual rhythm at that point, I knew neither of us wanted a repeat of that particular evening, but I wondered if there was something like it that would take his mind off the move and what it meant.
I kissed him and looked into his deep blue eyes. I ran my hand through the short hair on his head that made him seem so boyish. I said, “You trust me, right?”
“Of course...” But I could tell he was wondering why I was asking.
I wrapped my arms around him and whispered in his ear, “Then let me do something for you. Something fun that will take your mind off all this.”
He pulled back and I could tell he was nervous. “Like what?”
I kissed his nose and said, “Leave that with me. It won't break any of our rules. That should tell you something, but not tell you other things.”
A slow grin appeared on his face and he said, “I see. Not breaking rules, but a surprise. Fine. When?”
I had to laugh. I could tell he was getting excited. “Let me find out.”
What I didn't tell him was I thought of a fellow that I had occasionally had sex with in the past. He was gorgeous and inventive and he liked to create almost ritualistic scenes with the guys he fucked. Including me. He had spent a whole evening taking off my clothes and kissing every part of my body. I remembered it being sensually overwhelming. That's what I wanted for Mark. That would take his mind off everything.
I called George the next day and made some arrangements.
The following Friday, Mark got home from the hospital and we had a quiet dinner together. When we had finished eating, I raised my glass and said, “So tomorrow...if you want...can be your surprise. Only if you want.”
He clinked his glass against mind and said, “I want.”
--
George arrived right on the dot of four as per our plan. He came into the flat looking delectable as always. George's skin is a slightly more tan colour than tan, like lightly stained oak. His mother was Samoan, after all. His hair is very short, his face is all sculpted and what was new was he had a lovely dark scruff on his face. His eyes are like deep pools you could lose yourself in.
Mark, who had been sitting on the sofa with his medical notes on his laptop, looked up. Slightly surprised, but slightly not, given his sly grin.
I said, “Mark...this is my friend George.”
George strode over and extended his strong hand. He took Mark's with a sinuous movement, and brought it to his mouth and kissed it, staring Mark right in the eyes. He was wearing a tight yellow dress shirt that accentuated the fine muscles of his arm. George is a yoga teacher like me, and his body showed it. I could tell Mark was appreciating the sight of this glorious boy. He said, “Very nice to meet you.”
George, being George, said, “Charmed.”
We sat for a while and he and Mark got acquainted. But at around five, I decided it was time to get things started. I stood up and said, “Mark, why don't you come to the bedroom...”
Once in the room I took him in my arms and said, “This is for you. This is all for you. I hope you enjoy.”
Looking at me quizzically, he said, “I guess we'll see.” But he was also smiling.
I said, “Take all your clothes off.”
He almost looked startled, but then started to pull his trousers off, then his shirt. He tossed his boxers across the room and said, “On the bed?”
“On the bed. But first...” I pulled a handkerchief out of my pocket. It was black and I carefully wrapped it around Mark's head, over his eyes. It was snug. I said, “Is that all right?”
He laughed a little nervously, but said, “Yes. It's fine.”
“Now lay down on the bed and wait.”
He complied, sliding into the centre. His body was all smooth and pale, his sparse but trimmed hair on his chest was adorable. His cock, surrounded by more trimmed brown hair, sat atop his lovely balls, nestled between his thighs.
I went back into the sitting room. George had already got himself ready. He was standing, nude, waiting for me. For the millionth time I had to catch my breath. George is gorgeous in a hundred different ways. His body is lean, his chest is developed but not in any way bulky. His waist is slim. His thighs are strong without being overdone. But what is really the breathtaking part about him is the thing he keeps in his trousers.
George has a cock as big as mine, or Trevor's. Actually, it's bigger. It's cut and not overly thick, but generous. And he knows how to use it. The first time we slept together I realized that he not only had the instrument, but could use it in ways that made it feel even bigger. He fucked me and it felt like being fucked by three cocks, but just with the intensity and not the pain. But he likes to be fucked as well, and I certainly enjoyed that.
George is very fussy about whom he sleeps with. I had told him that Mark was used to very endowed men, but he was also used to men who are, shall we say, aficionado's of sex. I knew Mark would be just fine.
When I saw George standing there, his luscious body all ready and waiting, I laughed and said, “You don't waste any time!”
He shrugged and closed his eyes as if I was being gauche. His eyelashes were jet-black and fluttered.
So I said, “Well, he's all yours. At least for a while. I want to be part of things later, remember...”
He grinned at me and leaned in, kissing me lightly. “I know. He's your boy and I'm to give him a moving-in present he'll remember.”
With that he strode into the bedroom. I admired the muscles of his ass, all tight and kissable.
I followed and got rid of my clothes and sat in a chair across from the bed feeling a lot of anticipation. My cock was like steel.
George started to walk around the bed, as if he was surveying some land he wanted buy. His dick was growing which for George is saying something. I watched as he stroked it to its full, generous length. The head was a little lighter, almost raspberry-coloured. His darker balls hung down as if they weighed a great deal.
He almost purred, “Hello again, Mark. I'm so glad to be here with you. I'm so glad to see your beautiful body. Will you let me take care of you?”
Mark, his face flushed, said, “Yeah..please...”
George just nodded in reply, even though Mark couldn't see him. He stopped at the end of the bed and crawled on. I watched the muscles of his ass working and I so wanted to go over and taste him, but I knew I had to stay out of things.
George took hold of one of Mark's feet and caressed it, massaging the sole, pressing into the middle, rotating his thumb. He lifted Mark's leg and brought his foot to his mouth where his began to kiss each toes, one after the other. He licked between the toes, then sucked each one, then two, using his tongue to caress them as his mouth worked. Mark moaned and took hold of his cock. George turned to me and said, “Why don't you tie him up for me, Todd. I think he wants some restraint.”
I was ready for this as George told me it was part of what he likes to do. I took the soft rope I bought and tied Mark's wrists to the bed frame, one after the other. I saw Mark's cock twitch and a little drool started to make a sticky waterfall onto his belly.
George took his other foot and did the same thing, caressing, licking, sucking. Mark kept up a long series of moans and gasps as George did his best.
I sat down again and resumed my slow study of my own dick in my hand, then watched George kiss and lick his way up Mark's leg, sliding his body forward, using his hands to caress the other leg. Then he switched, bathing Mark's thigh with his tongue.
He sat up and said, “Do you like this, Mark. I hope you like this, because I'm really enjoying myself.”
Mark could only say, “You're mouth is magic...”
George chuckled and moved up to Mark's abdomen. He leaned down and ran his fingers over Mark's stomach, trailing the back of his hand up to his chest. He circled his finger around Mark's nipples, then leaned down and licked them, one after the other, while his fingers continued to trace their way through his chest hair, his armpits, then his shoulders.
Mark gasped when George took one nipple in his mouth and I could tell he was gently nibbling. Then the other one. Mark's cock was twitching and there was a pool of clear liquid jiggling on his belly, constantly fed by the flow from the pink head of his cock.
George straddling his torso so that the length of his cock was over Mark's face, his balls resting on his chest. George said, “Your skin tastes amazing, Mark. You have the softest skin.” He stroked himself a few times over Mark's face, looking down at him.
Then he moved up and turned so the smooth, strong globes of his ass were in front of Mark's mouth. He sat back and Mark's tongue met the space between his ass cheeks. Mark groaned as he started to lick the crack, while George took hold of Mark's cock and gave it one long, careful stroke.
“Your tongue feels so nice in my hole, Mark. Don't be shy...I want to feel it in there.”
Mark seemed to comply, because I saw his mouth working harder. George stroked Mark every minute or so. He leaned down and slurped up all the precum on Mark's belly, then he turned again, bending down. Mark's mouth was still open, and wet. George spit all the shiny cock juice into Mark's mouth and then kissed him oh-so-slowly as if he was chewing on something incredibly delectable.
George then shifted yet again. He leaned down and swallowed Mark's tool in one gulp, but at the same time, took his own lithe thing in his hand and pushed it into Mark's mouth. He pushed with his hips and I watched as it disappeared. I knew Mark could take a lot it, because he could take a lot of mine.
As George slurped Mark's cock, he slowly, carefully, fucked Mark's face. The sight was making me a little crazy and I so wanted to join them, but I knew it was too soon. George had told me when.
After a few minutes, George pulled off Mark's cock. It sat there, wet and twitching, a new river of glistening precum started to flow again. George said, all soft and curious, “Mark...I wonder if I can fuck you. I wonder if you want me to fill you up with my cock. Can I, Mark?”
I heard Mark whimper and I saw him squirm on the bed. Knowing Mark as I do, I knew he was imagining that gorgeous instrument splitting him in two. And I knew that he would want it. He wanted mine all the time, but with George, I knew it felt different. His voice barely audible, he said, “Yeah...fuck me, George. Fuck me as hard as you want...”
George's smile got bigger. I knew it was my cue to help out and I leaned over handed some lube to him. I lightly touched George's tool, enjoying the soft surface. It felt hot. The head was slightly damp and brownish and bulbous and smooth. I wanted to suck it.
After spreading lube all over the expanse, he took his dick in his hand and pushed his way between Mark's legs. George's ass was a perfect example of male beauty, plump and strong, a wondrous shade of pale mocha. He leaned over Mark and took hold of his long throbbing muscle and I saw it nestle just at the entrance of Mark, right where Mark started and George ended. But then they were one, as George gently pushed. Mark was breathing heavily. I leaned down so I could see more clearly, very slowly stroking my own.
With infinite patience, George slowly worked his way into the depths of Mark, who continued to make sounds that were hard to categorize. It felt like a whimper but was also a gasp. George hiked Mark's legs a bit higher and took one long, infinite fuck into him. Mark made a long, low noise of ecstasy.
George did it again, slower. I watched his hips make a little circle, as if he was spiralling himself into Mark's guts. Then again, a bit more forcefully. I could tell Mark was relaxing. There was this wet sound, like the sound of someone in bare feet on wet grass.
I was stroking faster, but then George turned to me. It was my cue. All he did was smile, his face bright with sweat and excitement. I crawled onto the bed like a wild animal and got on my knees beside Mark's head. I pulled the blindfold off him. I wanted to see his lovely face. He looked up at me, dazed, enflamed, filled with lust and excitement.
“I'm going to fill you from the other end Mark. You're going to be filled with cock and cum when we're done with you.”
Mark managed a grin, but it turned into something else when George moved things up a notch, taking a deeper, faster stride into him, rocking the whole bed. Mark turned his head and let me push my almost-a-big-as-George cock past his lips. He swaddled me with his tongue and I pushed deeper. He moaned into my flesh and George increased yet again, and again.
Soon, George had become a fucking machine, ramming Mark so hard the whole bed was banging the wall. I fucked his face almost as much, knowing that Mark liked the intensity, the almost overwhelming. I looked at George for a moment, then I leaned over, inviting, and our mouths met in a sweaty, awkward, breathless series of kisses.
Faster. Somehow he moved faster. And deeper. Mark's whole body was jerking backwards and he was having trouble keeping my dick in his mouth. But he did. He had shut his eyes and was clearly lost in the sensations.
I looked at George, wondering where he was, wondering how much longer he could fuck, but then, as if in answer, he shut his eyes as if he was in the middle of a seance, channeling some orgasmic spirit and I knew he was there, even though his movements didn't change.
With that, I took hold of my insanely hard prick and, the head still in Mark's mouth, started to stroke and gasp and my balls emptied themselves. Mark coughed, but swallowed, a little river of my cum drooling out the corner of his mouth and down his chin.
I looked down at Mark's cock to see if he needed any help just as, without any of us touching it, it spewed a long white rope onto his chest, then another, and yet fucking more. There was a river on his chest. George burst out laughing, but he leaned down and as if he was at a watering hole, he sucked up Mark's cum and then spit it in his mouth.
He pulled his cock carefully out of Mark's ass and shifted up, feeding it to him, pushing mine out of the way, but kissing me at the same time, holding the back of my head as if to keep from falling over. We both leaned down and had three tongues squirming around our lips.
Finally, George lay down beside Mark and took his hand. He said, “You have the best ass, Mark. I could fuck you for days. I'm so glad you let me.”
George had this ability to say simple things that were like declarations. I lay down on Mark's other side and kissed him. I said, “If I didn't love you already, seeing you like that...I'm speechless.”
Mark laughed quietly, still gasping a little. His face was sweaty and spotted with some of our cum. He said, “Thanks, Todd. I think my mind is clear now.” He turned to George and kissed him. “And thank you. For all that. You're a magician.”
George just chuckled a bit and looked bashful.
--
After a month in my apartment, he asked me if I wanted to meet his friends, Ilya and Stephen and their son, Mikhail.
I did, but I also felt like I was 'the other woman' and that they might judge me, but Mark said, “Don't worry about those two. I've talked to them about you, remember? They know the story. And I've known Stephen since we were in high school, he's my stepbrother. This won't change that, Todd.”
So we drove to Heath and Reach in my car one Friday afternoon. And he was right of course. Ilya and Stephen were gracious and funny and loving. Their son, Misha, was adorable. He had just begun to talk when I met him and he seemed taken with me, crawling into my lap a few times while we talked. I like kids, so it felt lovely. I could tell Mark was pleased at how I seemed to fit in. I noticed that the topic of Trevor didn't come up once. Which was fine with me.
That night, tucked into a big bedroom at the back of the house, Mark decided to spend some time with his mouth in my ass, tonguing and exploring and then, when I was good and wet, pushed me up against the headboard and fucked me for ages. Quietly. We didn't want to wake Misha, much less disturb Stephen and Ilya. Mark said they might not be disturbed at all and in fact want to join in, but neither of us, I was happy to realized, was interested in any group activities with them.
When he came, he pulled out and spewed all over my cock and said, “Now fuck that cum into me.”
We had been enjoying trading cum in as many ways as we could think of, this being our favourite. I pushed him down on the bed with his ass angled up and plunged my dick in deep. He gasped into the pillows and as quietly as I could – since the old bed was creaky – fucked him for as long as he did me, finally almost choking as I pumped him full. I licked his ass clean and we held each other into the night, half sleeping, half just enjoying the feeling our bodies in contact.
In the morning, we lay watching the sun moving slowly across the bed. His head was on my chest, my heart vibrating us.
He asked, “What are you thinking about?
I wondered how he knew, but I said, “About you. Us, I guess. I hope I didn't freak you out by asking you to move in.”
He turned and looked at me a second, his eyes bright in the bright room. “No. I think I'm just dealing with...I don't know...like you said to me: I had to make a change because I wanted you and because of that...I caused him pain. But he'll survive...won't he?”
I ran my hand down his smooth back and kissed the top of his head. I was so in love it scared me. “He'll survive. He's an adult. You're an adult. Things get messy, but then we clean them up as best we can.”
I don't know where the fuck I was getting all the wisdom from, but I knew that it was true. We lay there all morning until Stephen kicked us out of bed and fed us a big fried breakfast in the sun. We watched Misha learn how to spread eggs all over his high chair. He kept saying the fourth word he had learned, “Good! Good! Good!”
It was good.
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