This story is partially true and partially fiction. I won't treat you as if you're idiots by typing something like, 'I'll leave it up to your imagination to guess which part is true and which part isn't.' Obviously, the beginning of this story is the true part. When it turns into fiction - or, as I like to call it, a fantasy about what I wish would happen - is the part of the story where the interaction between the two characters turns sexual.
When I joined a gym several months ago, I wasn't really looking to find a man to become infatuated with. Though many may join a gym simply to ogle studly men in skimpy outfits flexing their muscles, pumping iron, and generally glistening with sweat - Whew! Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here all of the sudden?! - I woke up one morning and decided that, at 32 years of age, I was tired of being a scrawny guy who couldn't lift a heavy box without noticeable trouble and a 'fast food belly' that rivaled any alcoholic's beer belly. I knew that there was no way I'd be able to work out on my own to begin with. I knew next to nothing about what I should be doing and how to do any of it correctly. When I went to join the gym nearest my house, I told the sales rep that I wanted to sign up to work with a personal trainer. I figured I'd be able to learn enough to eventually start working out on my own after a few weeks or months. That day, the sales rep introduced me to the guy he had signed me up to train with.
When Mark walked into the sales rep's office to meet me, I was immediately taken aback. I tend to be attracted to guys who are older than me. Not only did Mark have salt and pepper colored hair, he looked to be about six foot two inches tall and had to be in his early 50s. He had nicely muscled legs, what looked to be a nice chest underneath his shirt, and toned arms. He had just the right body type...muscled and toned, but not overly-'muscle-bound' as some gym patrons can look. "Just what I DON'T need," I thought. I really was interested in toning-up my body. I knew it would be tough to concentrate on doing that with a guy like Mark working with me. Maybe I should've asked for a female trainer!
After getting the initial pleasantries out of the way, Mark got right down to business with me. "Just so you know," he said matter-of-factly in a gruff tone of voice, looking me directly in the eye with a serious expression on his face, "if you're going to work with me, you have to be dedicated. You have to be here every day that we're supposed to work together and you have to be on time."
"I will. I'm interested in working on my body and putting some muscle tone on it." I really was telling the truth. That WAS one of the things I wanted. Though, if my cock had been able to speak at that moment, it might have chimed in and mentioned something else that I wanted too. After being seemingly convinced of my dedication to working out, Mark took his leave. He was working with another client and needed to get back to them. After finishing my gym registration, I left the gym...wondering how I was going to manage to be any good at working out, given that I was going to be working with a man that I was very attracted to. Added to that, I fretted over how I was going to be able to hide my attraction to Mark or any other guy at the gym who might catch my eye.
When I said earlier in the story that I didn't join the gym with any intention of meeting a guy that I would be infatuated with, it was the truth. I had come out of two fairly rocky attempts at a long-term relationship. And my recent dating attempts weren't exactly yielding great results either. I intended for my membership at the gym to help me improve my body AND take my mind off of the miserable state of my personal life. It's really funny how, when you think life is going to go in one direction, it reveals that it actually has other things in mind for you...
As it turns out, working with Mark wasn't as difficult as I thought it might be. He pushed me hard, as any personal trainer worth their salt would do for a client. But the gruff persona he presented to me the day we met turned out to largely be a facade. He was definitely a 'man's man' and carried himself accordingly. But he turned out to be a really nice guy. Over the next few months working together, Mark and I developed a really good rapport. I dare say that we became friends. I was still very much attracted to him, but it only took a couple of sessions with him before I stopped seeing him as just an object of desire. Instead, I saw him for what he truly was...a good guy with a great sense of humor and a good friend. A good guy with a body that made me hot and a fine ass that I couldn't help but stare at when he'd bend over to take a drink out of the water fountain. Though that last sentence might give you a different impression, my attraction to Mark took a backseat to the fact that I truly liked him as a person. I began to actually look forward to the days that he worked with me. And it appeared as if he felt some sort of sense of friendship with me too. On the days that I came to the gym, but didn't work with him, he would come over to where I was working out and spend a good half hour, chatting with me and joking around as I worked. As time went by, he showed me that he actually cared about me in his own, macho 'We're both guys, so I can't actually tell you that I care about you' way. And I tried to make it obvious to him that I cared about him and his life. I think Mark looked forward to our personal training sessions just as much as I did. But I certainly didn't think I was special to him. After all, I saw him with some of his other clients and he seemed to interact with them similarly to the way he interacted with me.
Despite, or maybe because of, the fact that I liked and respected Mark so much, my attraction to him never went away. In fact, in many ways, it intensified. I found myself on many occasions thinking, "If only he was into guys. I'd be on him in a heartbeat!" After reading some of the things that I've typed thus far, you may be thinking to yourself, "Hey, Idiot! Mark spends a lot of time with you even when he's not working with you. Maybe he IS into guys and he's just as attracted to you as you are to him." The fact is, I thought I had Mark pegged. He spoke to me a few times about past relationships he had with women...more than one of them long-term. And when we worked out together, he freely flirted with many of the female members...and ogled scores more of them. I know anyone can pretend to be straight to hide their true sexuality. But I just didn't see any hint of an attraction to guys in Mark.
This is the point of the story where things start to move more toward the fictional side of things. I'm just sayin'...
Mark and I had become friendly enough that he invited me over to his apartment one Saturday afternoon to hang out. He and I had spoken to each other more than once about the fact that neither of us had much of a social life. And since moving to my area from another part of the country a little more than a year ago, Mark freely admitted that he didn't go out because he didn't know where anything was. This was a guy who seemed to go out of his way to make sure he didn't get into any kind of trouble! I assumed his invitation was born out of a desire to hang out with a friend. In the back of my mind, I was a little worried about how I'd do being alone with Mark. But I rationalized that my friendship with him meant more to me than the opportunity to seduce him. And besides...I was already very convinced that Mark was as straight as an arrow.
Saturday afternoon rolled around and I made my way to Mark's apartment, knocking on the door...expecting that we'd probably be hanging out and maybe watching a college football game. After a few moments, Mark answered the door dressed simply in a robe. He must've seen the shocked look on my face, because he heartily welcomed me in an attempt to make his attire seem not out of the ordinary.
"Jason! Hey! Come on in!" I slowly entered the apartment, unsure of what in the hell was going on.
"Uh...hi, Mark. What's going on?"
"I'm doing good, Buddy!"
"Are you sure?" Mark looked at me oddly.
"What do you mean?" I gestured in his general direction, extending my arm toward him and raising it up and down to reference his appearance. "OH! You mean the robe..."
"Yeah. If I'd known the dress code was casual, I'd have worn my PJs over here."
Mark got a huge smile on his face and laughed heartily. Seeing this sexy man standing there in just a robe, I couldn't stop wondering what was underneath it and what he'd look like if he would just open it and drop it to the floor.
"Sorry about the robe. I'm in the middle of getting ready for a date." My heart immediately sank. For one reason, I thought Mark and I had reached a new level of friendship and that he actually wanted to hang out with me outside the gym. Secondly, I was actually a little jealous. Silly, huh? Mark had mentioned a few months ago that he had an account on one of those dating sites...an actual reputable site, not one of those hook-up sites that disguises itself as a dating site. I assumed that this date had come by way of that site. I tried my best to hide my disappointment, but I'm not sure if I was successful or not.
"And you invited me over here why...? Do you need a chaperone or something?" I ribbed him good-naturedly as we tended to do with each other. He cracked another grin.
"Yeah. I need a third wheel to come along in order to make this first date as awkward as possible. Will you do me the honor?" I immediately caught on to his sarcasm and responded accordingly.
"Sure! No one does 'awkward' quite as good as me. I'm your man!"
Mark laughed. "Smart ass!"
"Okay... If you're going on a date, why am I actually here?" Mark seemed to be at a loss for words...a side of him that I had never seen before. I immediately took a mental note. I would be sure to tease him about this moment mercilessly in the future. "Come on! Out with it!"
"All right, all right!" Mark surprisingly seemed quite flustered. "This is kind of hard for me to say, because I'm generally a pretty confident guy. I don't really care what people think. I just go about my life the way I want to and if people like me, great. If they don't like me, fuck 'em! But this date tonight...it's my first date in a long time. We're talkin' years here."
"And how do I fit in?" I interrupted him.
Mark grinned at my impatience. "I'm getting to that! The thing is...I need a little bit of a pep talk."
"A pep talk? You mean like, "Mark! Mark! He's our man! If he can't do it, no one can!' That kind of pep talk?" Mark just glared at me.
"Yes. Let's pretend we're at a pep rally and you're cheering me on as I go on my date."
"Sorry. I don't mean to make a joke out of this," actually, I was having a little fun, teasing him. "I want to help you out, if I can. But I don't understand what you need from me."
"I was hoping for some words of encouragement. I mean, I'm not a young guy like you. This woman might take one look at me and decide she's not interested." I found his lack of self-confidence completely adorable. But he didn't need to feel that way. There's no way any woman would turn Mark down after getting a look at him. And if this woman did tonight, she was too stupid for her own good.
"Come on, Mark. You're kidding me, right? This woman isn't going to turn you down. You're a good guy with a great personality. Not to mention the way you look."
"You mean, old?" I couldn't tell whether or not he was serious or being sarcastic, so I decided to assume he was being serious.
"Old? Yeah right. Look at you! You're muscular. Hell, you're a stud!" Did I really just say that? If that last remark made Mark uncomfortable, he didn't let on. In fact, he kept on being self-deprecating.
"A stud? Hardly! I've got a gut." He grabbed his practically non-existent belly to indicate what he meant. "And besides, I'm old and breaking down!"
I don't know what inspired me to say what I said next, but after the words came out of my mouth, I immediately wished they hadn't. "What belly? I want to see this alleged belly!" I expected Mark's next move to be literally throwing me out his front door. Instead, he did something I didn't expect. He undid the tie on his robe, shrugged it off his shoulders and onto the floor, and put his hands on his belly again.
"Here it is...if you can stand to look at it!" Because that's where his hands were, my eyes did go to his mid-section first. Yes, he had a bit of a paunch. But that's inevitable with anyone as they move into middle age. Weight is harder to drop. But I certainly wouldn't call him fat or even overweight. I couldn't help but wonder why he was so hung-up on a non-existent belly... Of course, my eyes wandered over the rest of his body. His pecs weren't rock hard mounds, but they were fairly nicely toned. I remember thinking that they'd feel good with my head laid on them. Whereas his legs were toned, his upper thighs were a lot more muscular. This man's body was just as sexy as I imagined it would be...and more. Mark was wearing a pair of white boxer-briefs, which appeared to have a fairly substantial bulge in them. Yeah...if this bitch turned him away tonight, she was definitely an idiot!
"Oh please!" I responded to his display of his body. "THAT is not a gut!"
"Yes it is. She's not going to want me." Why was this usually-confident man not taking my compliments seriously? Then, he twirled around, giving me a view of his ass...which looked even better in boxer-briefs than it did in the shorts he usually wore at the gym. "I shouldn't even go out on this damn date! I don't know what I was thinking!"
That was it! I'd had enough! I walked up and stood face to face with him. "Mark, stop it! Of course she's going to want you!" I put my hand on his stomach. "You don't have a belly." Next, I felt each of his arms with both of my hands. "And look how muscular you are! Not to mention the fact that, like I said earlier, you have an awesome personality. You're a great guy!" What I said next came out of my mouth without even thinking about it. "And you're sexy as hell! If she DOES take one look at you tonight and walks right back out the door, come by my house. I won't reject you!" Immediately my eyes widened with worry. I hadn't meant to say that. Had I just ruined my friendship with Mark? I didn't have very many friends. The last thing I wanted to do was lose our friendship. Upon hearing what I said, Mark's eyes widened too. But I didn't see anger on his face. His expression looked more like one of confusion. It was at that point that I realized I was still touching his body. Each of my hands was resting on his pecs. I looked down at them and immediately drew them back to my side. "Mark, I..." I couldn't finish the rest of what I was going to say. I wasn't even SURE what I was going to say anyway.
"Did you mean what you just said?" Mark had just given me an out! He opened the door for me to retract what I had just said and I planned to walk through that open door!
"No. I didn't mean it literally. I was just doing what you asked me to do...give you a pep talk." I thought I sounded convincing...
"You're full of shit! You meant what you said. You'd really have sex with me, wouldn't you? Don't lie!" Mark was very big on the truth. That was one of his biggest mantras...which he reminded me of all the time while we were working out at the gym. As I looked into Mark's eyes, even though I knew I should lie to him and continue to try and preserve our friendship, I also knew I had to tell him the truth. His masculine aura and imposing stature compelled me to...not to mention my own growing cock, which was anticipating where this conversation might end up.
"Well..." Knowing you should tell the truth and actually forming the words are two different things. Suddenly, Mark and I had switched roles. He was no longer grasping for self-confidence with me trying to give that self-confidence to him. Now, I was frantically searching for a way to extricate myself from the mess I had just made and Mark was staring at me, waiting for an answer to his question. His face gave away nothing. Was he seconds away from beating me to a pulp for coming on to him or would he be understanding and willing to continue our friendship?
When I didn't continue talking, Mark picked up my conversational slack. "Jason, I don't understand. You told me that you had joined a dating site to meet women. Why would a straight guy offer to have sex with another guy?" It was true. Several months ago, I HAD told him that I had joined a dating site...and I lied to him that I was looking to meet women. In my rush to avoid any conflict at all, I had lied to Mark. Mark's a really great guy. But even the greatest guys can turn out to be assholes when the right topic presents itself. As macho of a man as he is, I had no idea how he'd react if I told him that I had joined a dating site to meet men. Rather than be honest with him, I lied.
"I lied to you. I wasn't sure how you felt about gay people, so I pretended I was straight."
The expression that Mark got on his faced seemed to indicate that he was genuinely offended by that remark. "Jason, you've been working out with me for over a year now. You should already know how I feel about people in general. I'm not some kind of narrow-minded guy."
"I'm sorry I lied."
"Yeah, well... I'm sorry you lied, too." As Mark stood there in just his boxer-briefs, I couldn't keep my eyes off of his body. I know I shouldn't have been looking. Mark was angry with me. I had sold him short and I should've been more concerned with repairing our friendship. But at the moment, all I could think of was the bulge in his underwear...and how badly I wanted to unwrap his cock from them. I wanted to rub my hands and lips all over his body and I wanted his tongue down my throat. I had to get out of there or there was no telling what I'd do! Mark was one of the best friends I had had in a long time. I had just offended him. If I wasn't careful, I'd ruin our friendship entirely. I didn't want that to happen.
"I need to go, Mark. Good luck on your date. I'm sure everything will be fine." I didn't really want him to have good luck on his date. What I wanted was for him to take me back to his bedroom so we could spend the night fucking each others' brains out. But wishing him good luck on his date was something a friend would say. So I said it.
Mark put his hand on my arm as I turned to head for the door. "Wait. We're not done here. You just offered to have sex with me. I think that warrants some discussion."
I tried my best to smile and seem nonchalant. "Yeah. We'll talk later. If you don't finish getting ready, you're going to be late for your date. You don't want to make that kind of impression, do you? Call me in a few days and we'll talk or something." I turned and rushed out the door quickly before he could say anything else.
All the way back home, my stomach was in knots. I had convinced myself that I had completely screwed up my friendship with Mark. After he'd had a chance to let our conversation sink in, he'd be repulsed by the idea that I was hot for him and he'd end our friendship...not to mention sever our tie at the gym. When I got home, I tried to watch TV to take my mind off of my troubles, but I found no solace in the television. All of my thoughts returned to Mark...and how he was going to end our friendship. Soon, other thoughts began creeping in. I let my mind wander into fantasy. In my fantasy, he came by my house after his date. It hadn't gone well and he wanted to spend time with a friend. I would pour us both a glass of wine, and as he told me about how badly the date went while we sipped the wine, the sexual tension between us grew. After offering him words of comfort and sympathy, I gave him a reassuring hug. Pulling back from the hug, our mouths connected. In that instant, we were overtaken by passion and began a frenzied undressing of each other right there on the couch. I lowered myself onto his cock. Bouncing up and down on him, our gaze locked onto each other as I rubbed my hands all over his chest. We were truly connected in that moment...
A knock on my front door broke me out of my fantasy. I looked down to see the front of my pants tented out. Damn Mark and the way he made me feel! I readjusted myself as best I could and hoped that whoever was at my door wouldn't look at my lower body until my cock had time to deflate. I opened the door to an unexpected sight...Mark. "Mark?"
He grinned at me. "What? No, 'Hey! Good to see you! Come on in!'? Not very hospitable if you ask me!"
"I'm sorry. I didn't expect to see you here. I thought you had a date."
"I did. I mean...I do. I'm on my way. But I didn't want to go on my date with you still on my mind."
My heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"
"I don't want us to leave things the way we left them when you left my place earlier. Can I come in?" I stepped aside and he walked in past me. We sat down on the couch. "Listen, I understand why you might have felt like you had to lie to me about your sexuality. But you know how I feel about liars."
"Again, I'm sorry that I lied. You have to understand...I'm not completely comfortable in my own skin yet. I really enjoy hanging out with you at the gym. I didn't want that to come to an end. I now realize it was a mistake to not be upfront and honest with you. I hope we can move past this."
Mark looked at me, smirked, and then tried to look all serious. "I really like hanging out with you, too. So, I SUPPOSE we can get past this."
I playfully hit him on the arm with the back of my hand. "Jackass!"
"Right back at ya, bud!" Soon, we were both laughing.
After we both regained our composure, I saw the clock. "Hey, you'd better get going if you want to get there on time for your date."
"Yeah. I'm going. But there's one other thing I want to talk to you about. Your offer..."
My eyes widened. I had mended fences with Mark about lying to him. How was I going to wriggle my way out of THIS jam? "I'm sorry about that too, Mark. That was said in the heat of the moment. I won't lie to you again. You're a sexy guy...and if you were into guys, you'd be right up my alley. As a gay man, I can't hide from the fact that I find you attractive. But the fact of the matter is that I like and respect you too much to ever do anything that would compromise our friendship." Mark was grinning at me the whole time like the cat that ate the canary. "What? What's that grin for?"
"That was a very nice thing to say, Jason. But it also sounded like it was written by the same speechwriter who crafts speeches for politicians and celebrities who are caught doing something bad. The speech says all the right things, but it doesn't ever actually answer the question or address the topic at hand. Now why don't you try being honest with me without the clichéd speech? I promise you. Our friendship can handle it." Wow! After working closely with me for over a year, Mark knew me too well...
"All right. Honesty time." I took a deep breath. "The truth is, if you ever said the word, I'd hop in bed with you before you finished the sentence."
Mark smiled at me. "There! Now, was that so difficult to say?"
"No. I don't suppose it was. You're sure we're still going to be able to be friends after this?"
"I'm sure." An awkward silence ensued before Mark spoke again. He turned to face me and looked in my eyes. "Word."
"What?"
"Word."
"What in the hell are you talking about?"
Mark had a huge smile on his face and he laughed at me slightly. "You said if I ever said the word, you'd hop into bed with me. So, I'm saying the word. Word!"
I was floored. I'm sure my face must've betrayed that feeling. "What? But you're not gay! You're on your way to a date with a woman, for Pete's sake!" I would've continued sputtering out expressions of confusion and incredulity at Mark, but he silenced me by leaning forward and pressing his mouth to mine. After a few moments of stunned inactivity, I began kissing him back. As our mouths opened, allowing our tongues to get in on the action, I couldn't help but think that Mark was as good of a kisser as I imagined him to be in my fantasies. But I had to be sure this was really going to happen. I broke our kiss. "Is this what you really want?"
"Jason. You know me. I don't do anything I don't want to do. So, to answer your question..." And then he leaned back in and we began kissing again. After several minutes of passionate making out, we parted lips. My fantasy was literally coming true. I was euphoric. I couldn't wait to move forward.
I questioned Mark one last time before I started. After, I wouldn't turn back. "Are you sure you want this, Mark?"
Mark smirked at me. "Are you trying to get out of doing this or something? I thought you were hot for me."
"Trust me, stud. I AM. I just want to make sure this is what you want. Having my fantasy come true won't be any fun if your heart isn't in it."
Mark looked me in the eye. "I want to be wanted, Jason. If you really do want me, you got me. So why don't you stop all of this incessant chattering and prove how much you want me?" With that, I smiled at him and began undressing him. Slowly and seductively, I unbuttoned each of the buttons on his shirt, never breaking eye contact with him. At one point, as I pulled his shirt free from his pants, Mark grinned at me and chuckled slightly. I didn't ask him why, but I like to think it was because he saw my desire for him in my eyes and it made him feel good to be wanted that way by another person.
I pushed Mark's shirt off of his shoulders and onto the floor. My hands roamed over his toned chest. You could tell he kept in shape, but his pecs drooped slightly as the effects of middle age began to change his body. I rubbed his nipples with my thumbs as my fingers ran through the light dusting of chest hair. He threw his head back and moaned slightly.
"Like that, do ya?" I said to him, grinning...a look which he returned.
"Oh yeah!"
"Well, if you liked that, you should enjoy this." I leaned forward and began kissing and licking his neck, eliciting more moans. I kissed my way down his chest, being sure to kiss, lick, and suck on each of his now-erect brown nipples. Mark was definitely a nipple guy. He continued to moan and his body jerked as I was paying attention to his nipples. Soon, I knelt before him, eye-to-eye with his bulging crotch. Before I began to undo his belt and pants, I looked up into his eyes. He was smiling at me.
"And now, the moment you've all been waiting for!" he said to me playfully.
I decided to serve it right back to him. "After I'm done with this," I groped his crotch for emphasis, "you're going to be saying that very same phrase about this moment."
He laughed at my confidence. "Well then, Mr. Confident. Maybe you should stop talking to me and get to work!"
"I thought you'd never ask, stud." With that, I set about unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning & unzipping his slacks. He stepped out of his loafers and, after I pushed his pants down to his ankles, he stepped out of them. He stood before me in just his boxer-briefs. An imposing figure at 6 foot 2 inches tall, but a figure that filled me with desire. I had wanted this man in my bed for over a year and now it seemed like it was about to happen.
I stopped my moment of reflection and returned my attention to the bulge in Mark's underwear. It was obvious that my attention to him and his body was having the desired effect. His bulge was much bigger than it was when I saw it earlier at his apartment. I was entranced. And I think a little bit of drool started to creep out the side of my mouth.
"Well? Are you gonna just stare at it or am I going to get to find out whether the rumor that guys give better head than women is true or not?" Mark's voice snapped me out of the state I was in.
"First of all, it's not a rumor. It's the truth!" That got a chuckle out of him. "Secondly, I think I'd like us to move this party to a different place. Follow me." I led Mark upstairs to my bedroom. Even though just moments ago I had fantasized about Mark and I getting it on in the living room, there was something special about having sex in the bedroom. Whatever happened next, I wanted it to happen in my bedroom.
Once we were in my bedroom, I walked up to Mark and kissed him. As I rubbed his chest, he wrapped his arms around my back and rubbed. Then, he leaned back. "I think you're a little overdressed for the occasion there, Jason. Why don't you get rid of some of these clothes?" I think I had myself undressed to my underwear in the shortest amount of time ever recorded by any human being. Mark was amazed. "Wow. You're ready to go, aren't you?"
"I've been waiting for this since the first time I laid eyes on you. So yeah...I'm MORE than ready to go."
"Since day one, huh?"
"Yep." I stroked his chest.
"Well then...proceed!" he smiled at me. He didn't have to ask me twice. I was back on my knees in front of Mark's bulging crotch. Dispensing with the preliminaries, I pulled his boxer-briefs down and out popped a cock that was even better than I imagined. His shaft rose up out of a thick salt-and-pepper pubic bush. It wasn't a skinny shaft, but it wasn't very thick either...topped off by a half mushroom head. He had to be about 7 inches hard and that cock looked incredibly suckable. Looking further down, his balls looked heavy with a pent-up load of who knows how many days.
"Damn, Mark! When was the last time you emptied these suckers?! They look so full that they're about to burst!"
"It's been a couple weeks, maybe."
"You don't jack off?"
"Not if I can help it..."
I looked up into his eyes and reached up to pat him on the stomach. "Bless you, Mark!" He laughed. In just a moment, I'd make sure that laugh turned into a moan of ecstasy. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and began stroking it up and down slowly & seductively. I continued those ministrations while I leaned forward and began tonguing those juicy-looking balls. Above me, I heard a deep gasp, which only spurred me on. No matter what happened between Mark and I in the future, I'd make certain he'd remembered this night for years and years to come. After a few minutes of alternating between tonguing and sucking on his balls, I swabbed my tongue upward and replaced my hands with my tongue on his shaft. Soon, his cock was almost dripping with my saliva as I sucked his head and shaft into my mouth, playing my tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock head.
At one moment, Mark's knees buckled slightly. "Man, I need to lay down. You've got me so I can't keep myself standing up any longer!"
"I hope this means I'm doing a good job."
"Good? Good doesn't even begin to describe what you're doing to me." I just grinned at him and guided him back to my bed. Once he was laying down, I climbed up between his legs, reached my hands up to play with his pecs and nipples, and resumed deep-throating his cock. After several more minutes of bringing Mark close to the edge and stopping before he climaxed, I could tell that he truly wouldn't last much longer. I wanted this night to last longer than this, but I also didn't want to keep torturing him. Besides, as full as his balls were, I had a feeling I could coax another load or two out of him tonight. I took his cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it with abandon. "Jason, I'm going to cum!" He shouted to me, as if I wanted to pull off of him. When I didn't stop sucking, Mark just threw his head back onto the pillow. "Oh fuck! Here it comes, Jason!"
It was the truth. Mark hadn't cum in at least two weeks. His load quickly filled my mouth and came faster than I could swallow it. Much of it streamed out of my mouth and down my chin. When his load finally did stop, I licked his shaft, balls, and my own chin to take in as much of the remains as possible. When all was said and done, I looked up and Mark laying on the bed, his muscular chest heaving as he struggled to regain his breath. I pulled off my underwear and crawled up to join him, propping myself up above his body on my legs and hands.
"How are you feeling, stud?"
Mark looked up at me and smiled. "Better than I have in a long time!" He reached up and pulled me down on top of him, kissing me and, at the same time, trapping my hard cock between our bodies. As we kissed, I felt his own cock start to harden again. I was right. I'd definitely have at least another load out of him before the night was through. I chuckled as we kissed.
"What's the laughing about?" he asked.
"I was just thinking about how someone's ready for another round." I reached down and gripped his hard cock to show him what I meant. He smiled at me. "God, there are so many things I want to do with you tonight, Mark."
He got a bit of a fearful look on his face. "Jason, I...I'm not sure that I'm ready to reciprocate yet."
I interrupted him. "Don't worry, stud. I know you're new to this. Reciprocation will come later. I'm going to make you feel so good as often as possible that you won't be able to resist doing stuff back to me eventually!" I winked at him.
He smirked at me. "Cocky son of a bitch, aren't ya?
I gripped his cock again. "I guess both of us are COCKY." He gave me an odd look and then made the "waah waah" noise people make after someone tells a corny joke. "Jackass!" I playfully shoved him in the chest, which he did back to me. Soon, we were play wrestling on the bed...which inevitably led to another round of kissing. Soon, I had kissed my way up to his right ear. "No, what I meant when I said there are so many things I want to do with you tonight is that I want you to fuck me, Mark."
I pulled back and he looked at me seriously. "Really? You want that? Are you sure?"
"Mark, the first day we met, if you had thrown the sales rep out of his office and shoved all of the stuff on the desk onto the floor, I would've let you do it right then and there. Of COURSE I want you to fuck me!"
The smile he got on his face was so wide. "I've heard that ass is better than pussy. I guess I get to find out."
"Well the quote, unquote rumor about men giving better head than women turned out to be true. What do you think this means for the rumor about ass being better than pussy?"
Mark looked up at me, excitedly. "Let's get this started, then!" After retrieving a condom and lube from my nightstand drawer and getting Mark ready to go, he looked like he was about to shove it in when I stopped him.
"You DO know you're going to have to get me ready, right? Just because I'm gay doesn't mean my ass is some sort of well-worn tunnel of love."
Mark looked at me like I had just spit in his cereal. "I KNOW... I was just making sure my dick would line up with your hole at the right angle." His eagerness was absolutely adorable. After massaging my hole with his fingers and rubbing his cock head around it for several minutes, I felt my hole begin to relax and open up. He started pushing inside me slowly. As he went, I began to wince with pain, which he noticed.
"Do you want to stop?" he asked with concern.
"Hell no! It's just a little bit of pain. And it'll subside soon enough. I want you pumping in and out of me tonight! Keep going slowly. I'll be fine." Mark resumed pushing into my ass. After a couple of minutes of slow going, he was inside all the way. We stayed like that for a couple minutes more to allow my ass to get used to his cock being inside me.
"Damn! You're so tight. This really DOES feel good."
"Kinda makes you wish you hadn't wasted so much time fucking pussy, doesn't it?" Mark just looked at me and smirked. "Okay, stud. I think I'm good to go. You can start fucking me. Don't hold back. Fuck me like a man!"
Mark smirked at me again. "You got it, baby!" To say Mark was an expert fuck would be an understatement. As he pistoned in and out of me, I couldn't help but be envious of the women he'd fucked over the years. I hope they know how good they had it with him. Every time his cock would rub against my prostate, my whole body would spasm with delight. This man definitely knew how to fuck! And his fucking was bringing me closer to an orgasm of my own. I looked up at Mark's face and our eyes met. As in my fantasy earlier tonight, I felt us connected in an extremely strong way in that moment. I'm not sure if it was his fucking, the realization in that moment, or a combination of both, but I felt cum start to explode out of my cock and pour all over my stomach. I'm sure as powerful as the shot was, some must've gotten on Mark's stomach too. As I came, I felt my ass muscles clench down on his cock. Before long, Mark was warning me.
"I'm about to cum again, baby."
"Cum, stud! He gave one last big thrust into my ass and I felt his cock spasm inside me. The look of pure ecstasy on his face told the entire story. I think I had accomplished my mission tonight. Mark collapsed on top of me and we lay like that for several minutes, our bodies tangled together in a sweaty, cum-soaked heap on my bed. After his cock had deflated, Mark rolled off of me and lay next to me. I rolled over and put my hand on his chest. He brought his left arm up and draped it over me.
It took Mark a few more minutes to regain his breath. Once he did, I got a review of my performance. "That...was amazing, man! I never knew being with another guy could be that intense."
"It can...especially when you're as hot for the guy as I am for you." We smiled at each other and began kissing. We made out for a few minutes and then I lay my head on his left pec.
As we lay in bed, basking in the afterglow of hot sex...my head resting on his left pec, his arm around me, and my hand stroking his right pec, it occurred to me that Mark had come by here on his way to his date. I looked up at his face. "Hey..."
Mark looked at me. "What's up...I mean, besides this!?" he said, grinning at me and using his right hand to shake his cock. I laughed at his cute attempt at humor.
"Before you got here, did you call your date and let her know you'd be late?"
Mark seemed unconcerned. "Nah. She'll figure it out when I don't show up!" Part of me felt bad for the poor woman who was sitting alone at some restaurant, waiting for Mark to arrive. That part of me wanted to urge him to call her...make up some elaborate lie about running out of gas or getting a flat tire. BUT...the part of me that felt bad was an admittedly small part. Instead of speaking, I reached down and grabbed Mark's hardening cock.
"Soooo... This thing IS up, isn't it? Maybe we should do something about it."
Mark looked at me and proceeded to play along with my game. "Do you have any suggestions?"
I grinned at him. "I think so." I leaned up and our mouths met in a passionate kiss. After a few moments of making out, I worked my way down his body until my mouth arrived at his cock. I looked up into his eyes mischievously before taking his hard cock in my mouth for the second time in just a couple hours.
Mark didn't end up leaving my house until late the next morning. I still train with him, but we keep our gym relationship separate from our sexual relationship outside the gym, as hard as it is at times...hard on many different levels! We continue to spend time with each other. Occasionally, we stay over either at my place or his...and I was right. Mark eventually felt comfortable reciprocating sexually with me. In fact, he's turned into quite a cockhound and pretty good at giving head. We don't label ourselves as being in a relationship. In fact, I'm not sure that Mark would even classify himself as gay. But we care for each other deeply. Discovering whatever it is that I've found in Mark has made me happy...and I can see in his eyes that he's found contentment too. Though he's a typical guy in the sense that he's not necessarily forthcoming with what's on his mind or what he's feeling, the most important sign I got that I was special to him was...? He closed his account with the online dating site and took down his profile. That night, I stayed over at his apartment and there was something especially passionate about our lovemaking.
It's like I said earlier in this story. Sometimes you make plans for yourself when life reveals it has different plans in store for you entirely.
Copywright 2011, Harrison Morris