THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB Mark
By and copyright Lady Poetess
Disclaimer This story is fictitious and bears no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.
Note This is a one-off attempt to parody some themes typical of erotica. I have kept characterization to a minimum as best as I could. I really don't think I want to do this sort of story anymore! (Tony, you now owe me $20.)
PROLOGUE: MARK
"I love to fuck. I've been fucking since I was twelve, and I would fuck anything, although I prefer partners of the human variety and the male ass is a special favorite of mine," the man said, sitting comfortably on the plush one-man sofa with his chin resting comfortably on his left fist. "And I can't get enough of it. I don't care if you're fat, thin, ugly, beautiful, old, young -- if you want it, I'll give it to you. Anyway and everywhere you want it."
"So Mark, you've told me you have a tremendous sex drive. What I don't understand is, what exactly is your problem?" the shrink known as Doc (full name Dr Matthew Broderick) asked, sounding as if they had just been discussing the vagaries of the weather. "Unless," he asked curiously, "you feel you're not getting enough? Or do you feel you need to cut down?"
"Doc, only last week I screwed nineteen different men and eight women. Do the math -- I think on Wednesday I fucked six different people -- but I'm starting to think this is not normal. People don't need this much right?"
"Look, Mark, have you tried going without sex for a few days?" Doc asked, resting his boyish face on his palm in a mirror of the other man's way of seating.
"I tried it last month," Mark said. "I actually retreated to Ronan's Irish lodge -- you know that place, right Doc?"
"Yes I do," Doc answered. "And?"
"Well, as it happens the first day is okay. I felt a bit restless, and jerked off a bit, but I was pretty okay. But the second day was hell. I had a lousy temper, wanted to break things, the usual. I ended up walking to the nearest pub and found some willing young man fresh from military school. Ripe for a coming-out session, he was. Didn't stop fucking until the next morning."
"I think your problem boils down to addiction," Doc said.
"I'm a sex addict?" Mark sounded aghast, but he looked thoughtful. "Sounds logical," he said slowly as he thought about it. "So you're saying I should join some sort of Sexoholics Anonymous thing?"
"That depends. You say you don't think your lifestyle is normal, but do you feel comfortable living the way you do? If you are happy, I don't see why you should quit. But if you feel there is a problem, you can visit this group. They meet every Thursday night at nine at the address at the back," Doc said, pushing a card across the table separating them.
Mark took it and pushed it into his shirt pocket. "You know what Ethan said about my problem?"
Briefly taken off-guard by the mention of his incorrigible boyfriend, Doc frowned. "No, what did he say?" he couldn't help asking.
"He said I should've gone into the gigolo business. Anyone who can get laid that much, according to him, should might as well get some money out of it. What do you think?"
Doc chuckled. Mark did have some inborn sexual heat emanating from every pore of his slim, tightly muscled body. The man radiated sex so intensely that it was disconcerting. Even now, in an expensive polo shirt that mould to his broad shoulders that tapered into a wiry body, he managed to exude invitation to sin. Doc was affected despite himself. The man's dark green eyes were predatory, as if he was always on the hunt for his next conquest, and while he wasn't classically handsome in the male fashion model sense, his fine cheekbones and thick, sensual lips emblazoned his face in one's memory permanently. The only imperfection was a broken nose, yet even that added to the arrogance the man exuded gracefully.
Trying to ignore his instinctive erection, Doc tried to concentrate at the matter at hand.
"It's a tough business best left to porn fantasies. I have work with whores of both sexes before, and trust me, those tales of empowerment over your clients and other Pretty Woman nonsense are just myths." Doc smiled sadly. "Once you sell yourself, you've lost all your dignity as well as control over your body and decisions. You'll be putting your life and decisions in the hands of your clients, and you will be abused, I will tell you that. If you don't need the money, hell, even if you need the money, I'd suggest selling your kidney."
Not that Mark Wahlberg needed the money. The spoiled, rich heir to the Wahlberg fortune had never held a job in his life. No wonder he had so much time to indulge in sex, the man probably was too bored of himself yet didn't know it. "How you ever thought of getting a job?" Doc asked curiously.
"I'm thirty years old, and I haven't written a resume in my life." Mark grinned as something went off in his head, however. "That's it! If I get a job, chances are I'll be too busy to fuck, right?"
Doc shrugged. He'd let Mark imagine that it was Mark himself who thought of the idea. Indeed, Mark wasn't listening to him, he being on full steam once he started on a plan. "I'll just get a job that don't allow me to think of fucking. Something vigorous and requires a lot of thinking."
"You have anything in mind?"
"Let's see, I can try managing my father's hotel at the beachfront," Mark said thoughtfully.
"Ahem. You'll be meeting people, lots of people, some in skimpy swim clothes," Doc reminded him wryly. "You'll be in heat in no time."
"Yeah, right." Mark looked deflated. "This is going to be harder than I thought."
"Well, go home and think about it. Make a list of possibilities and we can discuss it next Tuesday, same time. Is that time okay with you?"
"Next Tuesday? Sure, no problem. In the meantime, I shall just keep fucking? Or should I cut down?"
Doc, being a professional, tampered down his instinctive rolling up of his eyes in exasperation. "Try cutting down a bit. Don't fuck anyone in a few days, and see if you feel better."
PROLOGUE: JOHANN AND LUKAS
The young man walking down the hallway was strikingly handsome. He was boyish, his fragile, cherubic beauty making him much younger than his twenty- three years of age. The loose shirt hanging from his slender shoulders flowed around his body, teasing whoever looking at him with hints of a well-muscled slimness underneath the fabric.
He knew there were people watching him, both men and women, all unable to help themselves. Once, he had reveled in his power to hold people in thrall of his deceptively fragile beauty and even more illusionary vulnerability. Now he didn't give a damn.
He pushed open the door of his apartment and called out a name. "Lukas! Lukas! I've got it!" he called in Slovak, slamming the door shut behind him.
Another young man, twenty-two years old but looking eighteen, looked out from the bathroom of the surprisingly neat but very small bachelors' apartment, wearing nothing but a towel hanging loosely over his slim, muscular hips. "You didn't, Johann," he said also in Slovak, it was after all their mother tongue.
"Yes I did. Buddy, we are now officially green card holders of America!" Johann said, brandishing the letters he had found in their P.O boxes.
Lukas was silent for a moment. Then he let out a shout of joy and lifted his best friend in his arms. "God, this is great news," he cried, not caring as his towel slipped off his hips to fall on the floor. Johann grinned, breaking free of the other man's embrace. He ran into the bedroom and leapt onto the bed, fluidly pulling off his shirt as he hit the bed.
Lukas walked calmly after, his right hand casually stroking his now engorged cock as he surveyed the man on the bed. With a playful roar he jumped on beside his friend, and dragged the man under him.
"You're my best friend," Lukas murmured.
"And a damned good fuck," Johann said, then closing his eyes in pain as Lukas' cock slowly fed into his willing anus.
The bed began banging against the wall hard.
ONE
Mark stretched and sighed as he felt his muscles protested in delicious relief. Bending down to tighten the drawstrings of his shorts, he looked around the pool. As was his habit, he took note of the persons around him, his mind fast eliminating who wouldn't be available, who would be willing but would require persuasion, and who would be very willing. He smiled at the shy young girl who was staring at him avidly, and nodded to a beefy man of around thirty who was casting discreet glances at his crotch.
In a smooth, fluid motion, he lowered himself into the water. He knew of his attraction to people -- he couldn't explain it, but he knew people found his slim physique and charming grin irresistible. His cock was hard, causing his crotch to bulge in an eye-catching handful as he swam, and the water run cool over his heated skin.
He was starting to think of his behavior as unnatural. Perhaps the jokes about him, well-meaning jokes from his friends, had left a deeper impact than he thought. If there was a thing Mark hated, it was being different from others. There were enough eyes on him when he was a millionaire at ten, and there was enough tabloid coverage too of his excesses that would make the Kennedy men roll in their graves in envy.
What he needed, he decided as he resurfaced, gasping for air, was one man (he was bisexual -- that incident with the dog only happened once and it didn't count -- but he'd always preferred a man) who could satisfy all his sexual cravings. Maybe then he could finally get a job and have a pretty decently less frequent sex life.
All thoughts of monogamy evaporated however when he looked up at saw the most promisingly packed crotch he had seen in quite a while. He first saw well- formed toes (with nicely clipped toe nails too), then his eyes followed well- muscled calves and lower leg up to a pair of well-muscled and gently curved thighs that led to a nicely bulging crotch packed in low-cut swim trunks.
The nice crotch lowered until it was at eye-level with Mark's appreciative glance.
"You didn't wear a cap," came a clear voice in European-accented English.
The man had lowered himself on one knee and was looking at Mark sternly. Mark saw a strong-jawed, boyishly handsome face of deep blue-green eyes and sensual lips that tempted greatly. He looked down, to a tightly muscled torso that offered a tapestry of well-delineated muscles that made Mark's mouth water.
"Lovely," Mark murmured to himself, his cock close to exploding in his shorts. Aloud, he asked the man, "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"It's the rules. You need to wear a cap before you swim. So that hair don't get in the pool." The man was hearing a cap that proclaimed him a lifeguard.
"Well, that's fine. I'd love to get a cap, but I have a problem." Years of success had made Mark impudent and unafraid to make a move on anyone that caught his lust's fancy. "You see, I am having this very, very huge erection after seeing you. If I stand up now, I'll embarrass myself."
The man looked at Mark's face and frowned. He also licked his lips, and Mark swallowed, almost tasting those lips on his own tongue already.
"So what do you want me to do?" the lifeguard asked calmly. His eyes were laughing, however, and there was no mistaking the increasingly rapid rise and fall of the man's chest or the tightening of his luscious rose-deep nipples. And Mark grinned at the rapidly increasing bulge at the man's crotch, the man's cock hardening and lengthening at a rate that threatened to lower the waistband of his trunks dangerously. Mark saw the start of a light thatch of pubic bush at the lifeguard's crotch.
"Will I get arrested if I tell?" Mark answered devilishly.
"Meet me in the showers," the lifeguard said. Standing up, his cock tenting his trunks obscenely, he blew on his whistle. "Lunch break, everybody out," he called, ignoring the fact that it was fifteen minutes to lunch break.
No one protested, however.
Mark lifted himself out of the pool, and placed his hand on the other man's waist. "I'm Mark. What's your name?" he asked, letting his hand brush the front of the man's protruding front.
"Lukas," the lifeguard said. "Are you coming or no?"
They made a strange pair, two men walking, almost running towards the stalls. Anyone who watched them would know, from the way Mark's cock was a stiff poker in his shorts and the tip of Lukas' cock peeking out of the trunks' waistband, what they intended to do in the stalls. Fortunately, no one watched too closely.
Slamming the door shut behind them, Lukas' hands were in Mark's trunks, pushing them down as he clenched at Mark's buttocks. Mark answered with his getting on his knees. One quick tug pulled Lukas' trunks down to his knees, and one swoop had his lips closing over that thick, rigid penis. He heard Lukas' murmur of approval, and let his tongue lick smoothly over the heavy wide cock before trying to swallow as much as he could of that cock. When Lukas arched his back, pushing his cock deeper up Mark's throat, Mark relaxed his throat. Slowly, he started moving his mouth back up that shaft, his tongue lapping along the curve of that cock, until he had the tip in his mouth. He licked it, lapping at the salty liquid leaking from Lukas' slit, before sucking the head slowly yet forcefully, sucking out more tasty droplets from Lukas. Then he resumed deep-throating the man.
Lukas' hands started to grip Mark's head painfully in his ecstasy. His thrusts became shallower and determinedly stronger, grunting gutturally with Mark's harder and harder sucking each time Lukas' cock plunged deep into Mark's throat. Then he was roaring uncontrollably as he trembled, his cock spilling its juices to flood Mark's mouth. Mark swallowed, making impatient sounds as he sucked harder, demanding more. Lukas' cock obliged with each ejaculation of the seminal nectar Mark craved. He kept sucking and licking until he felt Lukas' slow withdrawal.
He looked at the other man's dazed eyes, but what wisecrack he was about to quip was lost when Lukas started pulling off Mark's shorts. Then the lifeguard was blowing Mark's cock. Lukas' technique was more of straightforward sucking. Maybe later he would train Lukas to use his tongue, but his own need was so strong that Lukas' sucking soon drew vociferous explosion of Mark's own juices into the man's hungrily sucking mouth.
There went his no-sex resolution, Mark thought somewhat ruefully as he waved goodbye to Lukas. Poor Lukas was still unsteady on his feet after the thorough blowjob Mark gave him, but Mark knew the man would live. As for himself, he felt good, as it always did after getting a good load out of his balls. A sexual high hummed in his blood, and he let the cool breeze cool his bare chest.
Well, maybe he would try again tomorrow, he told himself, walking in his now dry swim trunks and unbuttoned Aloha shirt to his car. He had promised Lukas he would drop by tomorrow, however. Oh well. Maybe next week then.
TWO
Mark was still smiling over his morning blowjob when he walked into his gym later that evening. His sexual release enabled him to turn down the signs given by the big-breasted receptionist whom he had balled at the very desk she was sitting last Tuesday night as well as the not-too-subtle invitation by the recently married manager. Mark had fucked the man -- as well as his ten male friends and the female whore they had hired - on the man's stag night, and now Joe was keen to continue his introduction to gay sex.
So much for fidelity and commitment, Mark thought as he slammed shut the locker door. When he found a man who could handle him, he would make damned sure they were both faithful. Not like these sluts who willingly gave out to Mark. He knew he was being unfair, of course, but he was so tired of all this fucking. It was all so... sleazy.
Mark paused in the act of unbuttoning his shirt. When had all this meaningless fucks lost their appeal?
Making up his mind to stop fucking around for a few days like Doc suggested, he made his way to the sauna.
That was when he saw the man mopping the floor. He paused, and his old habit reared its ugly head again as he took in the man's boyishly handsome face. The man's face ended in a charmingly pointed chin, and with his dimples and shaggy hair, he was delicious, and so ripe for cock. Mark checked out the ass -- oh yes, the cleaner was ripe for cock all right.
His mind told him to stop it then. Mark had never bothered to check his conscience or excesses before, and now he realized that it was harder than he thought. The cleaner was young, and so vulnerable-looking, so ready for a good banging.
His mind was made up for him, however, when the cleaner saw him and gasped. Mark looked down and grinned sheepishly when he saw that his cock had lengthened to its impressive length, pushing aside the white fabric of the towel around his hips to throb towards his well-muscled stomach. The cleaner's eyes darkened in desire, despite his best judgements.
Letting the towel drop to the floor, Mark walked towards the cleaner.
His name was Johann, or so the man screamed over the sound of Mark's groin slapping against his. Mark didn't stop pumping him even when Johann screamed for mercy, his body convulsing through yet another climax -- Mark lost count after the fifth one twenty minutes ago -- and spurting copious semen onto the floor. Mark roared then, his own orgasm tearing him into delicious little deaths.
Johann had panicked then, running to the shower to clean himself up. "Relax," Mark said, "Joe won't fire you." Not when Joe wanted a piece of Mark himself, Mark thought, suddenly feeling weary.
His intention of another encore with Johann died a fast death as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Was he really that attractive? So many people, all faceless, nameless blurs of orgasms and mouths and asses and cunts, all temporary and transient. A rare introspective realization that no one actually cared beyond his sex was quite depressing.
Shaking off the unfamiliar melancholy, Mark watched Johann pull on his clothes frantically. Even when he kissed Johann one last time before the man left, the man terrified of losing his job, he couldn't feel a thing however.
"I'm limiting myself to two guys," Mark told Doc during his next visit.
"Two?" Doc looked stunned.
"Not at the same time, although I can't say I haven't fantasized about it. Not that orgies are anything new to me. Did I tell you about the Boy Scout jamboree I had -- literally - when I was fourteen? Want to hear it?"
"No," Doc said dazedly. "Jesus, your life is like one of those porn movies."
"Never-ending orgasms, I know. Men would kill to be in my shoes, right?" Mark sighed. "I would let them have my shoes even for a day. I'm tired, Doc. I just realized that it's not me they want. It's this something -- there's something about me that just makes people get all horny over me. I don't know what it is, but I'm starting to hate it. I even turned down the cute delivery guy who sent me my pizza last night. It's not fun any more. I mean, everyone fucks me, but no one knows me. I'm so lonely."
A horrifying thought struck Doc. "Are you fucking Ethan?" he asked, despite that being a most unprofessional question.
"A one-night stand, but it was long ago before he met you Doc," Mark said. "Don't worry, I'm easy, but I assure you I appreciate good poker and evening hang-out buddies more than easy fucks. I could fuck Ethan, I can even fuck you now if I want to." Mark grinned mischievously at Doc's startled and embarrassed face. "Oh, don't feel bad. Mostly everyone wants me. I can fuck you, but what's the point? You won't respect me in the morning."
Jesus, had this man gone through every person alive in New York? Doc couldn't help wondering. This was crazy.
Mark interpreted Doc's look correctly. "No, I haven't fucked any others in the club, okay? Only Ethan, Ralph, Antonio, Guy, and Michael, and those took place long before we became buddies. I was attracted to Brian when I first saw him, though, but that man was good. He didn't even react to me. If only more folks are like that."
Ethan would be screaming in pain for not informing Doc of his history with Mark. Outwards, however, Doc shrugged calmly. "So you do have self-control," he said. "That's good. You can start on that, and the two guys." He tried not to, but he had another thought. "Do they know they are both sleeping with you?"
"No," Mark said. "And here's the killer: they are both housemates. Can you believe that? I found out when the lifeguard took me to his place for a quick fuck when the other was out for his night job at my gym club, and then the cleaner took me there to fuck on the same bed when the lifeguard was away on his job."
"Another porn fantasy," Doc said, shaking his head ruefully.
"I've done most of them, guilty as charged, some more than once at any stage in my life. Orgies and multiple partners, checked. Fucking twins at the same time, checked. The lifeguard fantasy, the construction worker one, the cop stopping me at night for speeding, the best friend's father, the night at the glory hole toilet in the park, the Black stud, all checked." Mark chuckled. "And let's not forget the straight man's seduction fantasy."
"Maybe men would kill to be in your shoes for a day." Doc was fascinated in a macabre way at Mark's easy dismissal of his outrageous lifestyle.
"For a day," Mark said, weariness in his voice all of a sudden, surprising Doc. "That's the thing -- for a fucking day. Try living it since you were twelve. The whole shallowness of it all would drive me mad, if it hasn't already."
FOUR
Mark was in Lukas and Johann's flat two days later showering when he realized one strange thing: he hadn't felt the usual restless urge to fuck as often as he had before. Of course, since he was fucking Johann every late morning and Lukas every night, it was probably nothing like the miraculous recovery he would like to believe.
But fuck it, Mark preferred to see it as a miraculous recovery. He smiled to himself as he reached down to scrub the juices on his well-used cock. His fingers gently rubbed the still-tender flesh of his penis, still raw from the wild stroking and fucking he had given Lukas a while ago. As he let the warm water wash over him, he felt it harden in his hands. He grinned at it. Don't worry old boy, he told himself, you'd get to stick it in Lukas' ass again soon enough.
He heard the front door open, dismissed it until he heard Johann's voice talking to Lukas. He froze and his hard-on wilted right away.
Not that he was stranger to being almost caught by the spouse or lover of the one he'd just fucked. But this time, well, he liked Lukas and Johann. Both of them were rather naive but adorable Slovakians in New York who, between the both of them, were almost too much for Mark to handle. He would miss these two guys if they both gave him the boot.
Maybe Johann would go away -- maybe he had forgotten something in his job, and all Mark had to do was to wait. His spirits dampened, however, when he remembered that tonight the gym was closed for maintenance. Shit. How the fuck could he be so careless now when he was so careful before?
Since Lukas and Johann had decided to speak English among themselves -- for practice, they told Mark separately -- Mark had an earful of their discussion.
"That's the man whose come is dripping down your legs?" Johann asked. "Fuck it, Luke, I thought you agreed tonight I would be the one to call my boyfriend over. I even bought the champagne."
"I thought I told you today is my turn and I'm not giving up my turn," Lukas said, his voice as adamant as Johann's. "Besides, we have already started and he's in the shower, so get lost."
"I'd like to see him," Johann declared. Mark closed his eyes and groaned softly. "Why not? I'd like to see the man who has been fucking my friend so well. Is he treating you well?"
"He's a nice man who takes me to baseball games and operas. He likes baseball and music, especially jazz. I have great feeling about us, Johann. I haven't met anyone who is as fun as he before."
Mark listened, his lips parted in surprise.
"Well, I'm glad. My man isn't too bad either. He loves jazz too, and he promises that when I get a day shift, we would go to a jazz festival together. He's a fun guy. I don't even think about our old life when I'm with him. It's like I am a new man, starting over in this country." Johann, a more sensitive lad, was always more eloquent than Lukas. "He even makes sex fun."
"Yeah."
There was something here that Mark wasn't sure of, some undercurrents of bitterness about the past. Mark was too stunned to think, however. He was still reeling from the men's conversation, struck by the fact that these two guys actually looked forward to doing non-sexual things with him. They found him fun. Mark smiled at that thought, delighting in a strange warm feeling in his chest.
He even makes sex fun, Johann had said. Mark knew there and then that these two must not find him here, not like this. He couldn't bear it if he ruined sex for them like whatever it was in their past that spoiled sex for them. Looking at the too-small window in disgust, he prayed that Johann would leave, please fucking leave!
"What is he doing so long in the bathroom?" Lukas said. "I'll call him. Mark? You okay?"
"Hey, my man's called Mark too," Johann said.
Mark closed his eyes and really groaned this time.
Silence. Then there was a loud crash as the bathroom door was forced wide open. Two very shocked men looked at Mark, and Mark recoiled from the betrayal and pain on their faces.
"You know, there's a very good explanation for this," he stated smoothly.
Johann and Lukas didn't beat him up although he knew he deserved it. Instead, they ignored him as they argued over who should get to keep Mark. He, wearing only his jeans, sat on his chair and watched them both hurl accusations at each other, his own temper rising with each passing minute.
"Stop it," he said coldly, his arrogance, a product of too many years of sexual success, effectively cutting short Lukas and Johann's arguments. "Look at yourselves, ready to cut short years of friendship for a dumb fuck like me. I cheated on you, and you're ready to kill each other for me? God! Are you both stupid or what?"
"He is mine first," Lukas said, pushing his finger at Johann, the both of them completely ignoring Mark.
Mark had had enough. "Silence!" he roared, and was pretty pleased when the two did just that and looked at him.
He looked at the still naked Lukas, then at Johann, both beautifully made men, young and proud. "Look, if the both of you want me that badly," Mark said softly, "there's enough of me for the both of you."
Two pairs of eyes burned into his slow unfastening of his jeans. Mark didn't have to say anything more. Lukas and Johann exchanged a look of narrowed eyes before advancing on him.
He only laughed softly when Lukas and Johann's mouths started feasting on his cock. He squirmed in delicious pleasure, pushing his jeans down to fall around his ankles as Lukas' mouth latched on and sucked on his hairy, heavy balls. Johann licked the base of Mark's shaft, his chin rubbing against Lukas' forehead. Mark almost blew his load at the orgy of mouths on his cock. He raised his buttocks slightly, and Lukas took this opportunity to run his tongue up Mark's anal opening, lapping at the tight ring of muscle. Johann was now licking up Mark's shaft slowly, tracing the throbbing veins on the shaft, his wet tip of the tongue burning up Mark's skin in a wild fever. Mark groaned, running his fingers along Johann's hair.
Lukas was now pushing his tongue up Mark, penetrating and widening his anus as it moved in and out of Mark's tender hole. The rough texture of his tongue on Mark's smooth anal walls sent jolts of white lightning up Mark's body in an electrifying spasm. Mark hissed, then moaned in bitter loss when Lukas' tongue slowly pulled out of his anus.
The man now kissed Mark's shaft, licking the cock, his tongue lapping Mark's skin as well as Johann's tongue. Then the both of them were licking at the head of Mark's cock. Lukas' tongue traced the sensitive ridge, drawing a loud gasp from Mark while Johann ran his tongue around the smooth tip, licking at the increasingly moist slit, tasting the juices Lukas' stimulation by tongue was drawing forth. Then Lukas licked his tongue along the curve of the mushroom tip, until his tongue were prodding at the slit, fighting with Johann's tongue for a taste of Mark's virile juices.
Mark watched, dazed, as the two beautiful men licked at his cock, both of them increasingly hungrier, their saliva mingling with Mark's preseminal juices. Their lust drowned them both until they soon lost all concept of where one's body ended and another began. Lukas and Johann tongues writhed over Mark's cock, arousing each other as well as the man they were feasting on, then they were kissing deeply. Mark's cock head was caught in the middle of their voracious mouth and tongue tasting each other as well as Mark. Mark couldn't take it any longer. With a wild cry of delight, he clenched his sphincter and let his semen surge forth.
His creamy semen gushed like a fiery geyser, shooting upwards in a silvery arc to rain on Johann and Lukas' cheeks and lips. The two men broke their kiss to clean up Mark's climax, licking each other's face and lips of Mark's ejaculate.
Mark sat back in exhaustion, drained from his climax, and grinned as he saw the two men kissed. "So, you boys fuck each other?" he asked.
Lukas broke the kiss to pull up Johann's shirt over his head. "Shall we show him?" he said huskily to Johann.
Johann's answer was a soft groan as he bent down to suck Lukas. Lukas closed his eyes, enjoying the suction for a few heartbeats before carefully climbing over Johann and closing his own mouth over Johann's cock. Loud sucking and slurping sounds punctuated soft, muted groans of pleasure. Mark watched, licking his lips as he felt blood surge into the veins of his cock, sending it to full mast. He spread his legs and stroked his cock slowly as he watched his two young men thrust each other's cock into the other's willing mouth. Silently, Mark walked over to the bed, and standing with his legs spread wide, he slowly pushed his cock up Lukas' asshole, lubricated by the semen he had deposited up that ass in their earlier fuck.
He felt Lukas jump, but the man didn't stop fucking his cock in Johann's mouth in long, hard thrusts. Mark pushed forward, crushing his balls against Lukas' as he drove his cock hilt-deep in that sweet hot ass. Holding Lukas' thighs steady so that he wouldn't dislodge the man from Johann's mouth, he started to pump his cock. Then Lukas reared, tightening his ass as his cock shot its tasty juices into Johann's mouth. His own mouth received Johann's semen, and the men's loud swallowing sounds emanating from their throats as well as Lukas' harder than hard clench on Mark's cock sent the man over the edge. Mark cock exploded into Lukas' draining asshole in a cataclysmic climax.
"God, that was good," he gasped.
"It'll get better. We haven't punished you yet," Johann said, climbing onto Mark.
Mark looked at the man straddling his chest, at the man's hard cock that showed no sign of its recent ejaculation. Gleaming with Lukas' saliva and its own semen, it drew Mark's mouth. At his other end, Mark felt his thighs being parted gently but forcefully. He gently guided Johann to turn the other way, so that the man's balls now rested carefully over Mark's nose, allowing Lukas room to place his body over Mark. Mark's mouth continued its skilful suction and licking of Johann's cock, while his anus its folds parted willingly to accept the thick coring of Lukas' penis.
Lukas rested his hands at the sides of Mark's torso, breathing heavily as his body tried to absorb the delicious feel of Mark's tight anus. Then he was fucking Mark, thrusting deep and hard. Mark pulled his head down, however, and Lukas found himself looking at Mark's mouth working on Lucas' pumping cock. He craned his neck forward even as his hips increased the speed of its pumping, until his lips touched Johann's cock. Then he was kissing Johann's cock, kissing Mark. The three of them became lost in an orgy of pumping, thrusting, wet sensations. Johann placed his hands on Lukas' back, increasing the speed of his thrusts into Mark's mouth even as Lukas' hips became a blur of thrusting slaps. Then Mark was trembling, the sensation of being filled at both ends too much even for his debauched senses, and he screamed. At that moment, the combination of Lukas and Mark's mouth working on him sent Johann over the edge in a wet, wild spurting peak. Lukas followed close behind, crying out his shuddering climax.
"You okay?" Lukas whispered minutes later as he lay on his side, watching Mark came to his senses. Behind Mark, his sweaty chest pressed to Mark's muscular back, Johann pressed his face into Mark's shoulders.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Mark smiled and kissed Lukas tenderly. "I'm sorry about the deception," he said, turning to look at Johann as well. "But I'm glad we all get along well. In fact we get along very well indeed. What say you we all go watch a baseball game on Sunday?"
Lukas grinned. "You think we are so easily duped into forgiving you?" he asked, pure evil in his voice.
"Well, just say it and I will do it." Mark took a deep breath. "I don't want to lose the both of you."
"You want the both of us?" Johann asked in deceptive innocence.
"Yes," Mark said, then gave a moan of acquiescence when he felt Johann's cock sliding up his ass from behind.
Lukas grinned at Johann over Mark's shoulder. "Okay, you can have the both of us," he said, moving forward.
"Oh God, please, no, no, NO!" His fingers urged Lukas forward, however, as Lukas' cock slowly pressed against the already cock-packed anus belied Mark's agonized cry of pain. There was a loud tearing sound as the two long, thick cocks pushed into Mark's convulsing anus. Mark threw his head back against Johann's shoulder, wracked by pain and unbelievable pleasure as the two men started moving, one moment one cock thrusting up while the other withdrawing until Mark's anus stretched to accommodate the both of them well, then both thrusting simultaneously. Mark's mind protested at the saturation of sensations as peak after peak of sexual bliss ravaged him, until with a final scream, he lost himself to the blinding, searing pinnacle. He was unconscious when the two cocks brutally fucking him exploded in an orgy of ejaculation. Then Lukas fell, resting his head on Mark's chest, and Johann collapsed, pulling out of Mark and moving to rest his head on Mark's chest as well.
They looked at a peacefully sleeping Mark, then at each other.
"We can share him," Johann said softly. "You think he will treat us good?"
"It's very simple to keep him happy," Lukas said, reaching out to rumple Johann's hair. "All he needs is to fuck and be fucked regularly. And besides, we will always have each other, you and me."
Johann nodded. "I guess we'll just have to see." He smiled. "And Luke, I do want to see a baseball game live."
Lukas grinned and took Johann's hand in his.
FIVE
"Hiya Doc," Mark said, taking off his dark shades. "Meet Lukas," he said, nodding at the man whom he had his hand around at the waist. "Say hi Luke, this is the doctor who tells me every week I must be faithful and a loving husband to you and Johann."
Doc looked at the amazingly, almost unrealistically handsome man in Mark's embrace. "Nice to meet you, Dr Broderick," the young man said in the stilted yet correct English characteristic of a fast-learning student of the language. After a few moments of surprisingly easy conversation where Lukas revealed a slow but easy wit, Lukas left to try out some baseball swings with Johann.
"You, and the both of them?" Doc asked, not knowing how to say the question aloud.
Mark had no similar problem. "Yeah, me and those two. I told you all I need is a man to keep me in check. Well, I was wrong about the number of men." He punched Doc's shoulder playfully. "Don't look so worried, Doc, I'll be good. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm starting to care more for the both of them than I should. Between Johann's sensitive side and Lukas' good humor, I have plenty to keep me occupied."
Johann called him, and at that moment, Mark turned away, Doc forgotten as he answered Johann's call.
Ethan Hawke came up to Doc. "Well, maybe now you can stop thinking that he is still poking me."
"I never did think that," Doc protested, perhaps too fast and too hard.
"I can't cheat on you, Doc," Ethan declared. "I mean, you know how I'm like."
"Yeah I know."
"And I will be completely lost without you. I may even start cutting myself again." Ethan looked at Mark and his two young men laughing with Robert and frowned. "Doc, are they...?"
"From what Mark said, yeah."
"Fuck," Ethan said with an envious sigh. "This is just like those Mormon thing with a gay twist. A threesome thing I only read in bad porn."
"Trust Mark to end his career in being every man's fantasy alter ego with yet another porn fantasy," Doc said. "You know, I sort of pity him though. It must be hard to be thought of all the time as some sex organ instead of a real human being."
"Are you crazy, Doc? Look at those guys. Want to move to Slovak and start a harem?"
"Good try, Eth, but trust me, I doubt anyone but Mark could do these sort of thing. I have a feeling that if it happened to you or me, those two would probably beat us up bad. Why don't you write a play or something out of this?" Doc suggested, suppressing his chuckle.
"Good idea! Come on Doc, let's go get dinner and you can help me work out the finer salient points of the plots." Ethan dragged unceremoniously at Doc's hand.
"Don't tell me your ideas until after I've had dinner." Doc turned at the sound of Mark laughing, however. It was a laughter that was clear and free for the usual self-effacing dark humor.
Mark Wahlberg would be okay, Doc knew then. The man would be fine.
"Hey Doc," Mark called. He grinned as he prepared to pitch the ball. "Thanks."
"You helped yourself, Mark, but you're welcome anyway." Doc smiled, and let Ethan drag him from the park.