Fucking Mark

FUCKING MARK by OrlandoDisneyBoy orlandodisneyboy@aol.com

Mark was fucking hot.

He was one of those guys.

One of those that you knew from the first time you saw him.

You had to have him.

It's easy after being single for a few years to forget what it's like when THAT ONE walks into the room. A guy so beautiful, you remember why you are gay in the first place. One of those guys that moves in slow motion, like a movie. You feel like you are in high school again - how that really hot guy with the amazing smile sits in the back of the class and you just wanna drop something so you can look back at him.

Yeah, that type of guy.

It was that way the first time I saw Mark.

He was the boy-next-door: dark, jet-black hair. Bright, perfect smile. Skin so soft-looking it tempts you to just reach out and touch it. From the minute I laid eyes on Mark, I wanted to. Desperately.

We were introduced at my break room at work. I tried to play it cool. What if he was straight? What if he had a boyfriend? But he kept looking back at me and smiling in-between talking to everyone else. I felt like I was about to melt. Years of being out make you a little jaded about finding someone that the minute you see them, you feel this lust you haven't felt in years. It has happened a few times in my life, but never the way this particular one was hitting me.

You see - Mark wasn't just HOT. He was beautiful. And he was sweet. And he was funny. He was so laid-back and down-to-Earth. Sarcastic, but not in a mean way. You could tell he was the sweetest boy on the inside. At least, I could. Who knows why we go through our lives and can see thousands of people around us and one out of all the rest stops us cold?

So I went home, night-after-night not having idea of what to do or say to bridge that silent wall. What if I was wrong about him being gay?

Depressed and wanting nothing more than to touch him, I went online to find someone to talk to. A replacement if need be. I was out of sorts, and I didn't know why. I was red-hot and icy inside all at the same time.

I turned on the computer - it was late, around 1:30 a.m., and started to see what I could see.

About an hour later, I ran into Mark online.

He had messaged me under a different name, and then sent me a picture of himself. It was definitely him.

"What are you doing? I wanted to say hi. You're really hot."

I wanted him. He thought I was hot and I wanted him - a winning combination - and so I found out he only lived a few miles down the road. I begged him to let me come over. At first, he was reluctant. It was so late. But for one of the few times in my life, I truly did beg.

And he said, "Okay."

I got ready so fast, I felt like I was a blur. I pushed my little car to the limit. Why was I so horny? What made this guy so different? But I was lost in a flame of desire. I didn't care why...I only cared how and when.

He answered the door and smiled. I walked in, shy and completely unlike myself. I didn't want to come off as too eager. But he pulled me toward the bedroom and laughed. I was hooked.

And when he pulled me down on the bed, the connection between us just grew. He laughed and said this or that. And it wasn't even what he was saying - just how he was saying it. Our introductory chatter, filled with awkward laughing and sincere desire, electrified the room.

I kissed him.

Time stopped.

I closed my eyes. He closed his.

And we started to make out.

I started to realize, I could stay like that all night...not even going further. I just had to have my hands on him, my desire was held at bay - that he was holding me in the darkness and it was just us...it was a perfect moment.

It struck me that I was going to make love to him. I knew that sometimes messed things up. I didn't want to come off as easy (yeah right), but I didn't want him to not ever call again either. So after a few minutes of making out, I edged slightly away in the darkness. I held my mouth inches away from his. I told him, "I'm going to make love to you right now, Mark. But if it means you won't call me again, I won't. I'll stop. I wanna have my chance with you."

And the All-American, bright-smile, perfect skin, hot twink named Mark nodded and softly smiled at me. He nodded. "Go ahead. I promise, no matter what you`ll have your chance."

Oh, the joy of that moment. It can't be described. It just can't.

I threw away all caution and abandon. Years of socialization and intellect dropped away and I became primal. My body NEEDED Mark. Something physical and chemical was attracting me to him. I think, personally, certain people are meant to be together. That their bodies make it impossible not to have sex. The urge was overwhelming. And now that my heart was on board, there were no more ways to stop. The train had left the station.

On top of all this physical desire was my appreciation for him. The way he was making me laugh. How relaxed we were together. How funny it was to know that all this time he had wanted me too.

Mark wore a V-neck white shirt over his thin but muscular frame. It had the ability of making him look very masculine but very cuddly at the same time. It made me smile every time he wore it. And one night that I will never forget, I got to hold him in bed with it on, his arm holding me to his chest. I would later wake up in the middle-of-the-night and just lay there and be happy. And I would sit and notice how remarkable life was and how those moments - however short or few - were what made life worth living.

I kissed Mark - and it was so odd how it got hotter, but sweeter too at the same time. Our bodies were saying, YES. YES. YES.

DO IT.

Mark started making little moans.

He wanted it.

So I pulled that hot, white v-neck t-shirt off him to reveal his beautiful, tanned chest and abs.

FUCK.

He was so hot.

I think I groaned at that. It was one thing to be a player and know how to turn a trick. But you knew you were in trouble when you wanted THEM more than you wanted to admit.

FUCK.

The laughter, the joking beforehand, the sitting across from each other at work. It was...romantic.

And pulling him into my arms - he felt so right.

His skin was like silk next to mine...when you rub your hands up his thighs, your hands just travel upward across the whole body. You don't wanna stop touching, even to come back down and work your way up again. Each touch is like FIRE. And Mark's groaning at my touch.

"Oh, God, Jim."

I felt like a MAN at that moment. I was Mark's man. I was his. No matter whatever happened after this night, I would always have THIS. This time when I was doing things to him that only a REAL man would do.

There's a part of you that wants to fuck the hot looking straight-acting gay, because he represents all those guys in the past you wanted to fuck when you were in the closet, but couldn't. All those guys on the basketball team in high school. The straight boyfriend of a girlfriend you wanted to have all to yourself. There's an aspect of fucking ANYONE who looks who looks THAT good that you're doing it just on general principle. Hot guys need to be fucked, and it might as well be YOU doing the fucking.

What was surprising though was that my fucking Mark was all of that - but it was more than that. He didn't just represent getting back at the past or an ego-boost. He was like a statue come to life. Like Aphrodite had waved her hand and one of the beautiful pillars had been made flesh.

I had never seen or felt anything so perfect.

And he was looking me right in the eyes - he never turned away. He wanted to watch this happen. He wanted me to take him.

And so I surrendered completely to my lust. I abandoned all pretense and socialization.

I was going to FUCK Mark.

HARD.

And I was going to make him mine.

I flipped his hot ass over and pulled off his too-tight underwear. The kind that show everything. I'm not an ass man before this. Mark changes this completely the second they come off. What a hot fucking ass.

Goddamn.

Normally when you start, if you're good, you take it slow and work up into the good stuff. But if you're great and you know what you're doing, you jump right in. I flicked my tongue over his hot hole. I was holding him down, making sure I had complete access. I was inside of him, and in so doing, set everything into overdrive. This was gonna happen. Mark gasped in ecstasy over and over.

"Oh my god," he breathed, "what are you doing to me? UGH! YES!"

I didn't answer.

I swirled and licked him and gave him every flick of pleasure I could. Time slowed and all I knew was giving him ecstacy. Over and over.

Mark kept gasping. For what seemed like forever, he thrashed and groaned, begging and pleading for more and then for a rest. And when I couldn't take it anymore, I would end our breaks with another flick of my tongue. Each time before he could say anything, he saw me dive lower and start licking again. Once I was there and eating him out, he was all mine. He was helpless in his own fucking way - it was gonna happen and he knew it.

And each time, he would look at me with THAT LOOK.

Fuck, Mark was HOT.

And then - he said it.

"FUCK ME, Jim. I want it."

I flipped him over. We were gonna be dirty about this.

I slicked myself up and put my cock up at his hole.

I swirled it around the edge, threatening to press in.

I should have been more careful, but fuck it. He wanted it raw. And that's the way it was gonna happen.

Mark backed up harder. He wanted it. POP! The head went in. And squishhhhhhhhhhhhh it went all the way up his chute.

"Oh GOD, Easy! EASY! Please!"

I was in all the way. I whispered, "Okay. I will. Deep breaths."

After a few moments, I had turned him out.

"Oh god, unh yeah fuck me. Please," he said. So I did. WHAM. WHAM. WHAM. Over and over. It was hot, feeling his skin boiling beneath me. He was so fucking warm everywhere I touched him. I was on fire! Wherever my skin left his, I felt cold and lifeless, and when we ground together again, it felt so perfectly warm. Oh my god, it felt so good. This wasn't just nice - this was fucking amazing.

"Turn me over, please," he begged.

So I did.

And there he was again - the most beautiful boy in the whole world. And he was mine, right at that moment. I was inside of him, pistoning away. He was looking at me, jaw open. He was lost in heat too. He was built to be fucked, and we both knew it. And each time I plunged in, he gasped and made me that much hotter.

We were rapidly building up to a finish.

There's something about seeing that boy-next-door about to give it up for you.

It makes you feel like the hottest guy in the world - because this hot fucking boy whose underneath you is giving it up for you. You can put all the labels on it you want, later - you can analyze it, why you did it, how you did it, and justify it - even rationalize it away if it ends...

...but at that moment, you fucking OWN that person.

All their bullshit is stripped away. All their fear of not being good enough too. All that crap that's in our heads goes away.

And sometimes when it does - what's revealed is the most beautiful, intimate portrait. A guy so hot, so sweet, so funny and warm...it goes beyond sex. It's a mindfuck of infinite proportions. You see that person for who they really are.

And Mark hit that spot, that moment. I saw it in his eyes. And he looked right into me.

And he saw how much I wanted him.

There's no hiding in that moment.

And I plunged in deeper.

And then it started.

We had both pushed ourselves too close to the edge.

We wanted to cum.

BAD.

Mark flipped me over on my back. He was gonna show me who the fucking boss was.

If you've ever wondered how you can "Fuck someone" while being a bottom, all you had to do was ask Mark. He may have been riding me, but he was in control now. And he wanted his prize. He was gonna get it.

Holy fuck was he gonna get it.

He did this thing to me that guys before and guys since never could do: he leaned back and fucked himself on my rod. It was incredible. No one had EVER done it to me the way Mark was gringing on me.

"Oh fuck, Mark. Oh my God. I'm going to fucking cum if you don't stop that."

Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam.

We both knew he wasn't going to stop. He was relentless. There was no alternative. He had me exactly where he wanted me. And the realization hit: he had wanted THIS, me pumping his ass, right from the beginning, days ago. I had been fucking hunted by this sexy twink. And he was about to get me. What a hot mindfuck that was. Holy shit.

Pump. Pump. Pump. Pump.

A billion, billion years of biology was calling the shots now. We couldn't have stopped if we had wanted to. And believe me - we didn't want to.

His skin was like the sun. It was moist with sweat and dripping all over me. The whole room smelled like sex. Really, really hot sex.

I was fucking him really, really good.

"AUGHHH!, AUGHHHHHH!" Mark screamed. He was down on me so hard each thrust that it almost hurt. But I didn't care. My body was roiling with sexual energy.

Suddenly I grabbed his hot twink ass and pulled him down even harder and my throbbing dick.

That's all it took.

Those buttery ass-cheeks were hot mounds of flesh in both of my hands. An electric shock spasmed through me. I gripped them as wide as I could: I was about to fill him up completely. He fucking slammed down one last time hard and STAYED THERE. Grinding. Over and over.

I was helpless.

And I began to cum.

"FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" I screamed. Then I made noises I didn't know I could make.

Shot over shot of my white-hot load exploded from my cock up into his waiting hole. SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT! Over and over - it wouldn't end. He was milking me with his ass! He was fucking turning me out! I groaned in ecstasy at the reversal and came helplessly into his sweet butt.

Moments later he shot all over my chest, screaming my name. Part of it went into my mouth and I tasted him. Mmmmmmmmm. Liquid Mark. Fucking bottle that shit and I would buy it the rest of my life.

I pulled him close.

I fell asleep in Mark's arms that night.

The world came rushing in the next day - as it always does. It's not always a perfect happy ending - even when it's meant to be. But I learned over time that when you have those moments with guys like Mark, they're little pieces of heaven on Earth.

Mark and I still fuck.

It doesn't happen as often as I'd like. But it does happen. And maybe one day it will happen more.

But the point of this whole story is: it did happen.

I got the hottest fucking boy in the world in bed.

And I fell hopelessly in love with him too.