The boathouse door slid shut behind Josh, the sound echoing through the empty space. Mark froze mid-step, one leg hooked through his speed, the damp fabric clinging halfway up his thigh. Josh leaned back against the wooden door, arms crossed over his chest, completely and shamelessly nude, his skin still gleaming with the sheen of river water and sweat from the photoshoot.
A few final rays of light cut through the dusty air, painting stripes across Josh’s torso. His compact, powerful build layered with dense muscle from years of rowing. His shoulders were broad for his height, tapering to a thick waist, his abs defined but not overly bulky. Thick, dark blonde curls clung damply to his forehead, the strands curling tighter where they’d dried unevenly. His eyes, a startling, bright blue, locked onto Mark with unnerving focus, the smirk on his lips widening as he shifted his weight, an erection bobbing between his thighs. It was thick, uncut, and rock-hard, the flushed head peeking from the foreskin, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.
Mark swallowed, his fingers tightening reflexively around the speedo fabric. The cooler air raised goosebumps along his own skin. His heavier frame was layered with the dense muscle of a heavyweight rower, his shoulders broad enough to eclipse most doorways. His dark brown hair curled wildly where it had dried in disarray, his nearly black eyes flicking between Josh’s face and his cock. His own dick, still half-hard from the remnants of Luke’s attention, twitched against his thigh.
Josh pushed off the door with deliberate slowness, his bare feet padding against the concrete. “You fucking slut,” he purred, his voice dripping with amusement. His gaze dropped pointedly to Mark’s inner thigh where a slick trail of cum had escaped, glistening against his skin. “Did Luke fuck you with that big dick of his, sexy?”
Mark’s jaw tightened. “The fuck are you talking about?” he bluffed, his voice rough. He yanked the speedo up with more force than necessary, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to his damp skin.
Josh laughed, a low, knowing sound, and closed the distance between them in three strides. His hand shot out, fingers curling around Mark’s wrist before he could adjust the waistband. “You think I didn’t notice?” he murmured, his thumb brushing over Mark’s pulse point. His other hand trailed down Mark’s chest, fingertips tracing the ridges of his abs before dipping lower. “You’re keepin’ it tight, man,” he breathed, his palm pressing flat against Mark’s stomach.
Mark’s breath hitched. Josh’s fingers slid lower, skimming the waistband of the speedo before slipping beneath. His touch seared against Mark’s overheated skin. His smirk widened when his fingertips grazed the slickness between Mark’s thighs. “Fuck,” Josh groaned, his cock twitching against Mark’s hip. “He bred you, didn’t he?”
Mark’s thighs tensed, his body betraying him as Josh’s fingers pressed deeper, teasing the sensitive skin just shy of where he wanted them. “Josh,” he warned, but his voice cracked.
Josh leaned in, his lips brushing Mark’s ear. “You like it,” he taunted, his breath hot. “Big, thick cock stretching you open,” His fingers dipped lower, circling a hole still loose and slick from Luke, and Mark’s knees buckled. Josh caught him with a laugh, his free hand gripping Mark’s hip hard enough to bruise. “Tell me,” he demanded, his voice rough. “Tell me how hard he fucked you.”
Mark’s cock strained against the speedo, the fabric damp with precum. Josh’s fingers pressed just inside, the stretch negligible compared to Luke’s girth, but the intimacy of it made Mark shudder. His hips jerked forward, his body aching for more, his skin prickling with sweat and shame and want.
Josh’s thumb hooked under the speedo’s waistband, dragging it down Mark’s hips with deliberate slowness. The fabric caught on the thick curve of Mark’s cock, the head flushed and dripping, before pooling at his ankles. Josh exhaled sharply, his gaze raking over Mark’s body, lingerie on the heavy swell of his pecs, the dark trail of hair leading down to his cock, the thick thighs that could snap an oar in half. His fingers tightened on Mark’s hip, his other hand sliding up to wrap around Mark’s throat, his grip possessive. “Mine now,” he growled, and Mark’s pulse jumped under his palm.
Josh’s cock, thick, uncut, and rock-hard, pressed against Mark’s hip, the ruddy head leaking against his skin. His curls, dark blonde and wild, clung damply to his forehead, his blue eyes bright with predatory amusement. The compact power of his lightweight rower’s build was deceptive. His shoulders were broad, his abs dense with muscle, and his thighs corded from years of sprints. He pressed closer, his chest flush against Mark’s back, his free hand sliding down to grip Mark’s cock roughly. “You like being used,” he murmured, his teeth scraping Mark’s shoulder. “Don’t you?”
Mark groaned, his head falling back against Josh’s shoulder. Josh’s grip tightened, his thumb swiping over Mark’s slit, smearing precum across the flushed head. His other hand left Mark’s throat to trail down his chest, pinching a nipple hard before sliding lower, dipping into the slick mess between Mark’s thighs. “Fuck,” Mark gasped, his hips jerking forward into Josh’s grip.
Josh laughed, low and dark, and twisted his wrist, his fingers curling just so around Mark’s cock. “Tell me,” he demanded again, his breath hot against Mark’s ear. “Tell me how hard he fucked you.”
Mark’s thighs trembled, his cock throbbing in Josh’s grip. “Hard,” he admitted, his voice ragged. “Fucking hard.”
Josh’s smirk widened. His fingers pressed deeper, circling Mark’s rim, still loose and slick from Luke, before pushing in to the first knuckle. Mark shuddered, his knees buckling as Josh’s fingertip brushed just right inside. “Like this?” Josh murmured, his voice dripping with mock innocence. He crooked his finger, dragging it slowly along Mark’s inner walls. “Or deeper?”
Mark’s breath hitched. Josh’s fingertip pressed deeper, the stretch negligible compared to Luke’s girth but the closeness of it made his stomach clench. His cock ached, precum beading at the tip, his balls drawing up tight. “Deeper,” he rasped, his voice wrecked.
Josh’s laugh was dark, satisfied. He added a second finger, the stretch just shy of painful, and Mark’s back arched, his cock twitching against his stomach. Josh’s thumb brushed over his rim, teasing the sensitive skin there, his other hand still working Mark’s cock with rough, uneven strokes. “You love this,” he taunted, his breath hot against Mark’s neck. “Being used.”
Mark’s hips jerked forward, his body aching for more, his skin prickling with sweat and shame and want. Josh’s fingers pressed deeper, scissoring slightly, and Mark groaned, his thighs shaking. “Fuck. Josh.”
Josh smirked against his shoulder, his teeth scraping skin. His fingers curled just so, brushing Mark’s prostate, and Mark’s vision whited out for a second, his cock pulsing in Josh’s grip. “That’s it,” Josh murmured, his voice rough. His fingers sped up, his thrusts uneven but perfect, each one hitting right there until Mark was gasping, his legs trembling.
Josh’s free hand slid down Mark’s chest, his palm pressing flat against Mark’s abs, fingers digging into the dense muscle there. “You take it so well,” he breathed, his lips brushing Mark’s ear. His fingers twisted, dragging against Mark’s walls, and Mark’s thighs tensed, his cock dripping against his stomach. “Fuck-”
Josh’s chuckle was low, filthy. His fingers pressed deeper, his thumb circling Mark’s rim, and Mark arched, his back bowing as pleasure coiled tight in his gut. Josh’s grip on his cock tightened, his strokes rough and perfect, and Mark’s breath came in ragged gasps, his hips jerking forward into Josh’s fist.
“Come,” Josh growled, his fingers pressing hard against Mark’s prostate, and Mark broke, his cock pulsing as he came with a strangled groan, thick ropes of cum splattering against his stomach. Josh’s fingers didn’t stop, fucking him through it, dragging out every last shuddering wave until Mark was wrecked, his legs trembling, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Josh pulled his fingers free with a wet pop, his smirk widening as Mark’s hole clenched around nothing, still loose and slick from Luke. His gaze dropped to Mark’s cock, still twitching with aftershocks, the cum pooling in the ridges of his abs. “Messy,” he murmured, his thumb swiping through the mess, smearing it across Mark’s skin.
Mark’s throat worked around nothing, his pulse hammering where Josh’s fingers had gripped his throat. Josh stepped back, his own cock thick and flushed, precum beading at the tip and bobbing between his thighs. He grabbed Mark’s wrist, dragging his hand down to wrap around his length, his grip tightening over Mark’s fingers. “Your turn,” he purred, his hips rocking forward into Mark’s fist.
Mark’s fingers curled instinctively around Josh’s cock, his palm pressing against the thick vein running along the underside. Josh groaned, his head tipping back, his chest rising with a sharp inhale. His abs flexed, the dense muscle shifting under Mark’s touch, his hips jerking forward into Mark’s grip. “Fuck yeah, bro.”
Josh’s grin widened. He shoved Mark onto the concrete floor with a rough laugh, his knee pressing between Mark’s thighs. Mark’s breath caught as Josh yanked his legs apart, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of his inner thighs. “You’re still loose,” Josh mused, thumbing Mark’s rim. “Perfect.”
Mark growled, but his body arched into the touch, his cock twitching against his stomach. Josh spat into his palm, slicking himself up before pressing the head of his cock against Mark’s hole. “Fuck!” Mark’s fingers scrabbled against the concrete as Josh pushed in with one brutal thrust, sheathing himself to the hilt.
Josh groaned, his hips rolling forward. “Damn, you’re tight,” he muttered, though they both knew it was a lie. Mark’s hole was still stretched from Luke’s rough use, but the burn lingered sharp and electric. Josh’s hands clamped around Mark’s hips, his fingers bruising as he set a punishing pace. The slap of skin echoed off the boathouse walls, mingling with Mark’s ragged curses.
“Too much?” Josh taunted, grinding deeper. His abs flexed with each thrust, sweat dripping down his chest. Mark’s thighs trembled, his cock leaking against his stomach. “Thought you could handle it, heavyweight.”
Mark snarled, but his hips jerked back onto Josh’s cock, his body betraying him yet again. Josh laughed, low and satisfied, before flipping them over with a rough shove. Mark landed on top, his knees straddling Josh’s hips, his hole clenching around the sudden shift. “Ride me,” Josh ordered, his hands gripping Mark’s ass hard enough to leave marks.
Mark groaned, his thighs protesting. “My hole’s fucking sore,” he gritted out, but his hips rolled forward regardless, taking Josh deeper with a shudder. Josh smirked, his fingers digging into Mark’s flesh. “Don’t care,” he said, bucking up sharply. Mark gasped, his cock twitching against his stomach. “Move, or I’ll make you.”
Mark’s breath hitched, but he obeyed, lifting himself up before sinking back down. The stretch burned, but the friction was electric. Each drag of Josh’s cock against his prostate sent sparks up his spine. Josh’s grip tightened, guiding Mark’s pace, his hips meeting each downward thrust with a snap. “Fuck, man,” Mark’s head fell back, his thighs trembling with exertion.
Mark's thighs burned as he rode Josh with rough, uneven thrusts, each movement sending sharp jolts of pleasure-pain through his oversensitive body. His cock, already hard again despite the soreness, slapped against his stomach with every downward grind. The concrete floor was rough beneath his knees, but the discomfort barely registered, not with Josh's hands gripping his ass hard enough to leave bruises, not with Josh's cock dragging against his prostate with every snap of his hips.
"You're- fucking- relentless," Mark gritted out, his voice ragged as he braced his hands against Josh's chest. The compact rower beneath him was all coiled power, his abs flexing with each upward thrust, his smirk never faltering even as sweat dripped down his temples.
Josh laughed breathlessly, his fingers digging deeper into Mark's flesh. "And you're still fucking tight," he taunted, his hips pistoning upward to meet Mark's movements. "Even after Luke wrecked you." His thumb brushed over Mark's rim, stretching the already tender skin, and Mark groaned, his hole clenching around Josh's cock reflexively.
The sound of skin slapping skin echoed off the boathouse walls, mingling with their harsh breaths. Josh's grip shifted suddenly, one hand sliding up to fist in Mark's hair, yanking his head back. The sharp pull sent a jolt down Mark's spine, his cock twitching against his stomach. "Look at you," Josh murmured, his voice rough with approval. "Taking it so fucking good."
Mark’s breath hitched as Josh’s grip tightened in his hair, forcing his spine into a sharp arch. The new angle drove Josh deeper, the head of his cock grinding against Mark’s prostate with ruthless precision. White-hot pleasure crackled up Mark’s nerves, his thighs trembling as he fought to maintain the rhythm. Josh’s free hand slid down to wrap around Mark’s cock, his calloused fingers squeezing just shy of painful.
“Close again?” Josh taunted, his thumb swiping over Mark’s leaking slit. The smirk in his voice was audible even over the wet slap of skin.
Mark growled something unintelligible, his hips stuttering. Josh’s fingers tightened around his length, his strokes rough and uneven, perfectly calculated to drag the orgasm out of him. Mark’s vision blurred at the edges, his abs clenching as heat coiled low in his gut.
Josh’s hips snapped upward, burying himself to the hilt. “Come on, heavyweight,” he goaded, his breath hot against Mark’s throat. “Show me how bad you want it.”
Josh’s grip in his hair tightened, yanking his head back further until Mark’s throat stretched taut. “That’s it,” Josh growled, his hips pistoning upward to meet Mark’s movements. “Take it like you fucking mean it.” His free hand slid down to grip Mark’s hip, fingers digging into the muscle there hard enough to leave bruises. The possessive hold sent a shudder through Mark’s body, his hole clenching reflexively around Josh’s cock.
Mark’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, his vision swimming at the edges. The relentless friction against his prostate was unbearable. Each drag of Josh’s cock inside him sending white-hot pleasure crackling through his nerves. His thighs trembled with the effort of maintaining the pace, but he couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop, not with Josh’s dark gaze locked onto his face, watching every flicker of desperation that crossed his features.
“Fuck, Josh,” Mark’s voice cracked as Josh’s thumb swiped over his leaking slit again, smearing precum across his flushed head. The rough callouses on Josh’s fingers from years of gripping oars sent another jolt through him, his cock twitching violently in Josh’s grip.
Josh’s laughter was dark and breathless, his hips snapping upward to meet Mark’s downward grind with a wet slap that echoed off the boathouse walls. “Say it,” he demanded, fingers tightening around Mark’s cock, his thumb pressing insistently against the slit. “Tell me how bad you want it.”
Mark’s throat worked around a ragged groan, his hips stuttering as pleasure coiled tighter, hotter in his gut. His fingers dug into Josh’s chest, blunt nails scraping over sweat-slick muscle. “Fucking ruin me,” he gritted out, the words raw and uneven.
Josh’s grin was feral. He pistoned upward sharply, driving deep enough to make Mark’s vision whiten at the edges. “Already am,” he taunted, his free hand sliding down to grip Mark’s ass, fingers digging into the bruised flesh. “Look at you. Taking it like you were made for it.” His hips rolled, grinding his cock against Mark’s prostate with deliberate precision, and Mark’s back arched violently, a broken noise tearing from his throat.
The pressure snapped. Mark came again with a choked gasp, his cock pulsing in Josh’s fist as thin streaks of cum splattered across Josh’s chest and stomach. His hole clenched rhythmically around Josh’s length, milking him through the aftershocks, but Josh didn’t stop. His thrusts turned ruthless, chasing his own release with single-minded focus.
Mark's vision whited out for a fractured second as his orgasm ripped through him, his thighs shaking violently. Josh's relentless thrusts grew sharper, more brutal, driving Mark's oversensitive body into the aftershocks until he was gasping, his fingers scrabbling against Josh's sweat-slick chest.
"Fuck. Wait-" Mark's protest came out hoarse, but Josh just grinned up at him, his dark eyes glinting with predatory amusement.
"Tighten up for me," Josh ordered, his voice rough with exertion. He gripped Mark's hips hard enough to bruise, yanking him down onto his cock with each upward thrust. The wet slap of skin echoed in the boathouse, mingling with Mark's ragged breaths.
Mark's thighs burned with exhaustion, but his body obeyed instinctively, his hole clamping down around Josh's cock as another shudder wracked him. Josh groaned, his head tipping back, his abs flexing as his thrusts turned uneven. "That's it- fuck-"
Josh's hands clamped down on Mark's hips with sudden force, shoving him backward without warning. Mark groaned as Josh's cock slipped out of him with a wet pop, his body protesting the abrupt emptiness after being stretched so thoroughly. The concrete scraped against his thighs as he caught himself on his palms, his breathing ragged and uneven.
"Knees," Josh ordered, his voice rough with exertion. His cock stood thick and flushed between his thighs, slick with lube and Mark's own slickness. When Mark hesitated just for a second, Josh gripped his hair and yanked him forward, forcing him onto his knees. "Now."
Mark hissed through his teeth but obeyed, the sting in his scalp sharp enough to make his vision blur. He settled back on his haunches, his thighs trembling with exertion. Josh's grip didn't loosen. If anything, it tightened, forcing Mark's head back until he was staring up at Josh's flushed, sweat-slicked body. The compact rower's abs flexed as he stroked himself roughly, his palm gliding over his cock with deliberate, measured strokes.
Josh’s grip tightened in Mark’s hair, his thighs flexing as he stroked himself with rough, deliberate pulls. Mark watched through half-lidded eyes, the first thick bead of precum gathering at Josh’s slit before streaking down his shaft in a glossy string. Josh’s smirk was sharp as he adjusted his grip, thumb swiping over the flushed head, smearing the moisture before lining himself up with Mark’s face.
The first shot hit Mark’s cheekbone with a wet slap, hot and thick, the scent musky and familiar. It dripped sluggishly toward his jaw, the warmth stark against his sweat-cooled skin. Josh groaned, his hips jerking forward, and the second spurt landed higher, streaking across Mark’s forehead like a crude brand.
Mark’s lips parted instinctively, tongue darting out to catch the third pulse as it arced toward his mouth. The taste was salt-bitter, the texture viscous against his tongue. He swallowed reflexively, but Josh wasn’t done, and the fourth landed heavy on his chin, dripping onto his collarbone in a sticky trail.
Josh’s breath came in ragged bursts, his abs clenching as he milked the last few spurts onto Mark’s face. The fifth shot splattered across his nose, the sixth painting his lips in a messy, glistening coat. Mark’s eyelashes fluttered as a stray droplet landed on his lashes, blurring his vision momentarily.
Josh exhaled sharply, his grip loosening in Mark’s hair as he surveyed the damage. Mark’s face was a wreck, with cum streaked through his stubble, pooling in the hollow of his throat, his lips still parted around a pant. Josh smirked, “looks good on you,” he murmured.
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