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Meetings with Mark Ch. 01

By: TimothyM



The prequel to this story is Copenhagen Couple, but it's not necessary to read that first.

Some weeks after I had been seduced by a persuasive, experienced couple, who made me realize that I was most likely bi, I had two weeks of holiday at the west coast of Denmark. Being out of luck, most of August was incredibly rainy after one of the driest and hottest summers for decades. I had borrowed a tiny summer cottage from friends of my mother; it was after the school holidays were over, but before I was due to start my university studies (I guess college would be the US term). I had hoped to relax on the beach and ogle good looking guys as well as girls and hopefully get laid, and though the first part flopped, I still had a good time.

I went for runs and worked out in a local gym, and in the evening I frequented the bars and discos in the nearby towns. This was where I twice managed to pick up a girl. Being with women was still fine, and I made good use of my newly achieved knowledge. Both of my one night stands were impressed and grateful that I worked hard to make them come before I fucked them. One of them got so tight that she moaned excitedly about my dick being huge, when I took her. Any man is a sucker for those words, but I'll admit I was at maximum fullness and hardness at that point. And though my equipment only slightly above standard size lengthwise, it's still nice to be appreciated.

Anyway, even though I enjoyed getting laid in the usual manner, I kept an eye open for the possibility of being together with a guy. To be honest, I had wanted to try out this new sexual interest ever since the incident with Daniella and her boyfriend. I needed to find out whether I was really into men, or the things I had done with Michael was just a one off and caused by his desires. But I had not known how to approach anyone at home, and I was still too inexperienced and embarrassed to go looking for the gay bars that I knew had to be present somewhere in Copenhagen.

However, I soon realized that flaunting same sex tendencies on the west coast of Denmark would probably get you bashed up rather than laid if the local fishermen were in the vicinity. They didn't tolerate any smart guys from the capital hitting on the local girls either, so we quickly learnt to stick with tourist chicks, Danes, Germans or whatever. I happened to talk about this with a guy, who was studying in Aarhus (the second largest town of Denmark) and thus a bit more open to outsiders when at home on holiday. He laughingly agreed with me: "And don't try it on with my sister, either!"

When I joked that maybe it would be safer to dance with him, until we managed to hook up with a couple of outsider girls, he paled. "Are you crazy? Guys don't dance with each other here. I know it's OK to do so at college and discos in the city, if you're together with a bunch of friends and want to dance even if there are no chicks available. But here you would immediately be labeled as a homo, and the consequences could be quite bad." I just stared at him in honest surprise, but did not pursue the matter. I hadn't really considered this aspect before, so it was my first taste of the prejudice that gay men have to face.

Anyway, after the first week I had almost given up, when I caught an intriguing sight Saturday morning. For once the weather was promising to be hot and sunny, and I looked forward to a day on the beach. I had just finished my run and was doing stretches to loosen up, while I looked out over the dunes bordering the wide beach. A young blond guy with a slim, fairly tanned body was sitting in a hollow in the dunes. The reason I noticed him was that he got up on his knees several times and gazed intently, but furtively at something out of my sight. He hadn't seen me, and I backed away carefully.

I moved fifty meters further down the path, turned towards the beach and started working my way through the dunes. After some climbing around I managed to find what he was looking at, without exposing myself to him or the couple who had caught his attention: Two men who were clearly together. Not that they were doing anything much, just smearing sun tan lotion all over each other and kissing occasionally. They had managed to find a secluded spot, which was only visible from the younger guy's place or from my vantage point away from the official paths through the dunes.

'Hmm,' I thought, 'If you are interested in two guys touching each other, there's a good chance that you would like to be with a man also.' When I had returned to the main path, I walked slowly past the place where I could see the blond guy. He had a large blanket and a bag with books and a water bottle sticking out, so it looked like he was settled for the morning. I hurried back to the cottage, had a quick shower and got into swimming trunks, shorts and T-shirt. I collected the necessary items in a plastic bag, which I hid in a side pocket of my small backpack with towel, water, sun tan lotion and other innocent beach stuff.

I took my bicycle back to the beach as I had noticed a few bikes standing to the side of the main path, and it was a safe bet that one of them belonged to the bloke, I was interested in. I left my bike in the same place and started walking towards the beach, my gut clenching a bit at the thought of hitting on a guy. His blond head was now bowed over a book, and his back was towards me, so I had the chance to admire him as I slowly worked my way to his hollow in the dunes. 

As I went past him, he raised his head and his blue eyes met mine. I nodded casually, pretending to be headed towards the beach. Suddenly I stopped as if noticing something. "Hey, you need to watch out for sun burn on your shoulders and back, they look pretty red already." He looked over his shoulder, twisting and turning, as he tried to view himself, which is impossible of course.

"I've put on sun lotion," he said and got the flask out of his bag, but I shook my head, as I saw that it was only Factor 10.

"That's not a strong enough blocker for the west coast on a day like this; you need at least Factor 12 or more." I got my own Factor 20 out of my backpack and showed it to him. "Here, use some of mine." As he looked at the flask and then up at me, there was a glint in his eyes which encouraged me take the next step. I dropped the backpack, took a couple of steps sideways and went down on one knee behind him. "Actually, I'll put it on your back; it's difficult to manage on your own, isn't it?"

Before he could demur, I had the flask open and squeezed a good amount directly on the top of his back. He shivered visibly as the cold lotion hit his warm skin. But when my hand began to distribute it on his back and shoulders, he went absolutely still. I took as long as I dared, getting the lotion all over his shoulders, upper arms and all the way to the small of his back just above the dark blue trunks he was wearing. Even though he was slim, he had a fit, well-shaped body, and I enjoyed touching his soft, warm skin over the firm muscles. As I finished, he turned towards me: "Thanks for the help."

I shrugged and gave him a grin: "No problem – but maybe you'd like to return the favor? I can never reach the part between my shoulder blades without almost dislocating my arm." I held out the sun lotion and he took it with an answering grin. I pulled my T-shirt over my head, and as I turned around and sat on the edge of his blanket, I got a glimpse of his face. Its expression was an interesting mixture of anxiousness and desire. He squeezed lotion into one palm, put the flask down and used both hands on my back and shoulders. His fingers were soft and sensual, and feeling them sliding over my skin was definitely turning me on.

He took quite a while, but finally there were no spots left which had not become well covered. I turned around, grabbed the flask and took another large blob. "Want to get something on your front as well?" I gave him the flask and began distributing the lotion on the front of my own torso, my lower arms, and thighs. I tried not to smile with satisfaction, as I caught a quick glimpse of disappointment in his eyes. As we got ourselves set for sunning, I glanced at his book. "What are you reading? It looks awfully boring for a holiday."

He nodded: "I'm starting at University of Aarhus in September, studying law. And as I'm a slow reader, I borrowed my cousin's books from his first year, so I can get ahead." 

I looked at him with halfway pretended surprise: "You look much too young to be going to college next year." I had actually guessed him to be max seventeen, but I was quite relieved to be proven wrong. I wasn't out to rob the cradle; I wanted someone my own age.

His look of resigned insult showed that I was not the first person to make this mistake. "OK, so I've just finished high school, but I'll be 19 in less than three months. And you don't look much older yourself!"

I apologized and admitted to being nineteen, and to be honest I was quite sincere in my regrets. I've had people assume me to be younger than my real age for most of my life now. Which is fine when you are approaching 40, but not much fun at half that age.

I put the lotion back in my bag and got up. Just then a cloud covered the sun, and I pretended to shiver a bit as a sea breeze hit me. "You've actually found a good spot. It's warm here, even if the sun's not out. Would you mind if I sat in this hollow as well? I'll be quiet and let you read." He shrugged and mumbled something about it being OK with him. I made sure to spread out my towel a decent distance from him; then I got rid of my shorts and lay down on my stomach. I fell asleep fairly soon afterwards, as I had been out late the night before.

When I woke a couple of hours later, my blond prospect was still reading his book. I stood up, stretched and looked down on the beach which now had more people enjoying the hot, sunny day in spite of the occasional clouds covering the sun. I caught his eye as he lifted his head and asked: "Need a break from your book? How about going for a swim? I could do with a cool dip, and it's safest not to be alone, when there are waves like today." 

He jumped up, looking quite eager: "Yes, I was just thinking about how nice a swim would feel, it's almost too hot now." We chatted as we walked down from the dunes and towards the sea. The tide was out, which added another 20 yards to the more than 100 yards wide beach. I was told that his parents had rented a summer house, but had had to go back home before the weekend due to some work related crisis. Though maybe they were also disappointed with the rainy weather. He hadn't yet had much time to check out the night life, but he absolutely intended to, in spite of the books he was ostensibly here to study. 

We exchanged first names of course, and Mark solemnly stuck his hand out and said: "Nice to meet you, Anders," when I told him my name. The twinkle in his eyes let me know that he was taking the piss with this adult act. As he was half a head shorter than me, I reached out and ruffled his dark blond hair just like I would do to annoy my younger cousins. Of course this led to some good-natured shoving and teasing, which continued in the water. All in the name of pretending to be two straight guys who were just having a friendly tussle and not two horny gay boys touching.

You cannot actually do much swimming in the North Sea, if the swell is rough, but it's fun to fool around and let the waves knock you over. At one point I managed to position myself in the water so that Mark landed on top of me, as we were swept from our feet by a huge wave. I put my arms around him, as we tumbled down. I managed to get my feet under me and regain my balance; then helped him to stand. He'd had his breath knocked out of him and was gasping a bit, so I kept hold of him. "Are you OK?"

When he nodded, I gave him a quick squeeze, then let go, saying: "Damn it, those waves are hitting hard today; I must have swallowed at least two pints of salt water." I waded out of the sea, and Mark followed. Both of us were laughing and chatting like nothing had happened. But I knew he had been okay with me hugging him from behind. We got back to our hollow in the dunes, and I used my towel to dry myself, before digging out the sun lotion. 

Mark looked at me occasionally while toweling his slim body. As I spread out my wet towel, he seemed to reach a decision. "You can have one side of my blanket to sit on, if you want to be on something dry." I gave him a grateful smile and a nod, before looking around carefully.

"No one seems to be near, so I might as well change into shorts. Then I won't make your blanket wet." With my back to him I pulled my wet trunks down, grabbed my shorts from the top of my backpack and put them on. I was pleased to hear a sudden shift in his breathing, as he saw me nude, but I pretended not to notice. I just turned around, went over and sat on his blanket, and smiled at him. 

"It's nice not having to lie on a wet and sandy towel." I let myself fall backwards, closed my eyes and put one arm over them. When I heard Mark move around, I opened my eyes just a bit and looked at him from under my arm.

Mark had his towel around his hips, but now he removed it and draped it over some of the tough lyme grass on the side of the dune. Like me he had a quick look around, before he got a pair of dry trunks out of his bag. He glanced down at me, but I didn't move, and I'm pretty sure he had no idea I was watching him. At least if he did, it didn't prevent him from turning his back to me and dropping his wet trunks. Fuck, he had the most delicious firm little ass. I totally enjoyed the view, which confirmed that I certainly liked male bodies in a sexual way.

My fingers were itching to caress his buttocks and my dick began to send signals about wanting to get active. Good thing my shorts were loose and concealing. Mark sat down, when he was decent again, and I removed my arm, because he left his book in the bag. I started us talking by returning to the subject of the local bars or discos. We discussed the price of beer (in Denmark you can drink from age 18), our favorite music, the selection of girls, and other subjects that are natural for a couple of young nominally straight guys to think about.

Just as Mark had become relaxed after the tension caused by my sudden nude show, I sat up and started rubbing sun lotion over my body. He did the same, when I gave him the flask, and I'm sure we both enjoyed seeing slick skin moving over tanned pecs, abs, thighs and arms. I finished first, handed him the lotion again and said: "Would you mind?" as I turned over and lay on my stomach. Mark only hesitated for a split second, before repeating his sensual treatment of my shoulders and back. As he finished on my lower back, he suddenly exclaimed.

"Jeez, Anders, the backs of your legs are looking a bit sunburnt." He hesitated, but went on: "Do you want me to put sun lotion on them as well?"

"Yes, please," I said, happy that I didn't have to suggest it myself. Mark carefully spread lotion on my red skin, and I opened my legs a fraction, so that he could get to the insides of my thighs. His touch was tentative and superficial at first, but after a bit the movement of his hands became firmer and more certain. As they got close to my shorts, the nervous manner returned, especially when his fingers slipped under the loose edges in order to ensure that every part of my sunburnt skin was covered.

As soon as he had finished, he turned away rather abruptly and almost threw himself down on his stomach next to me. But I managed to get a glimpse of the reaction that the presence of his hands on my back and legs had caused – for both of us. I hid a smile as I thought: 'Mm-hmm, Mark, you didn't really consider that tight swimming trunks were a bad idea if you are likely to get a hard-on.' The quick peek had also given me the clear impression that Mark was very well endowed indeed, and my asshole twitched in a mixture of anticipation and worry.

I sat up and without asking I returned the favor, starting with Mark's back. This time I used both hands as well, and I made every effort to give him pleasure from my touch. I massaged the top of his tense shoulders and let my fingers wander up and down his spine. When the lotion and my hands landed on his legs, Mark lifted his head and looked back at me. I just arched my eyebrows with a sarcastic and questioning look: Was he really going to object to me treating him to the massage that he had so obviously enjoyed giving me a little while ago?

Nope, fortunately not! Mark rested his head on his arm without saying anything, closed his eyes and accepted my hands on his lovely legs. I worked them from his ankles and up, and as I reached the top of the second leg, I gathered all my courage. I leant over him, so that my mouth was close to his ear and whispered: "Actually, I would like to make you nice and slick just here." At the same time my hand pressed against the crack between his butt cheeks in the vicinity of the hole I wanted to fuck, so that he couldn't mistake my intention. 

Mark gasped, but as he didn't jump up and bash my face in, I gave him a quick kiss on the sweaty skin below his ear and got back to my side of the blanket to wait for his reaction. He didn't say anything for a while, and I closed my eyes instead of staring into the sky. Then, shakily: "I've never been with a guy." 

This was enough to make me turn over on my side and look at him. He was on his back, and he looked scared in a really cute way, with one arm draped casually over his crotch. "But you would like to?"

He nodded, but kept his eyes averted. "I haven't even kissed a guy," he admitted.

"Neither have I; or at least not on the mouth." He seemed to relax at my admission of the same lack of experience. So I tried to push a bit: "Have you been with girls?"

Now he blushed: "Only one all the way. I was able to, but to be honest it didn't do much for me. So I've been thinking for a long time, that – ehm – perhaps I was really – mm – you know – more into men." The last words were almost a whisper. The blush got deeper, so I tried to give him a comforting smile, when he managed to look at me.

"I like both," I had decided to be totally honest with him, "but I only found out some weeks ago, when I got seduced by a girl and her boyfriend." I paused. "You're the first guy I've tried to hit on, so I'm almost as inexperienced as you." Very gently I put my hand on his cheek and slid my fingers down to his neck and over his chest, before withdrawing. 

His gaze was full of doubt and longing: "But – but we don't really know each other – I mean, we're not in love or anything."

I lay back down and looked at the clouds that were gathering in the sky. "The first time I had sex was with a girl that I was madly in love with, and she was a virgin too. So I was really eager for it to be this wonderful experience for both of us. But my expectations were completely unrealistic." I shrugged. "The way they are when you get your ideas of sex from porn magazines and films. After we had done it a few times and were more experienced, the sex got fairly good. But I never quite got over the disappointment of the first time. And somehow I think being in love made it worse – like there was more at stake."

I turned my head and looked at Mark: "You'll have to decide if you're looking for a boyfriend or just want to try whether you like having sex with a guy." My grin was lopsided: "Maybe we'll both realize that we not really into gay sex and we are just a bit confused."

He shook his head and suddenly looked determined and committed. "I might as well admit that I'm more attracted to you, that I want to touch you –" he took a deep breath "want to have sex with you more than I have ever wanted to with a girl." We were silent for a long time, both of us lying with our eyes closed and pretending we hadn't just had a rather intimate and revealing conversation. Finally, Mark sat up, put his arms around his bent legs and looked down at me, then out over the sea. Dark clouds were beginning to gather on the west horizon, and the promise of a thunder storm was in the air. 


Meetings with Mark Ch. 01



Sliding my hand up and down his arm, I tried to ask casually: "Are you doing anything tonight? We could get some pizzas and beer." He nodded and began to pack his bag and put on his clothes, so I did the same. As expected, he had a bike, so we went to his summer cottage, dropped off our stuff, picked up Mark's wallet, and continued to the local shop. We bought frozen pizzas and various other food and drinks.

It was long past lunch, so we each had a sandwich, a drink and an ice cream straight away, before riding our bikes back to his place. On the way back the first drops of rain came, the wind rose and we heard thunder, but far away. We made it just before the rain really began pouring down. Going into the living room I noticed a wood burning stove with a glass front. "Why don't we light a fire?"

Mark agreed: "Yes, it's actually a bit chilly now the rain has started. But the firewood is in the shed."

"I'll get it," I said, grabbing the wicker basket. Luckily the shed was right next to the house, so I didn't get too wet when I ran back after filling the basket with wood. As I went into the house, I made sure to lock and bolt the door behind me. I didn't want us to be surprised by neighbors or anyone else. While Mark put the food and drinks in the fridge and found some music on the radio, I lit the stove. He pulled the curtains on all of the windows except the large glass sliding door which led out to the terrace. There were plenty of trees shielding us from view from the road, but we could still enjoy the lightening now flashing across the sky.

The sofa in the living room was actually a bed with a thick foam rubber mattress and big cushions. I dragged the mattress down on the floor in front of the fire. Mark got us both a beer and the packet of salted peanuts, we had bought. When he gave me the can, I took it with one hand and used the other to pull him down next to me. We just sat there, shoulder by shoulder and enjoyed our beers, the vivid flashes of lightning, the sound of rain pelting down blending with the music from the radio, and the heat finally radiating from the stove. My hand stroked Mark's back gently, at first with the T-shirt between us, but after a while I slipped my hand below it to feel his warm, soft skin.

When I had finished my beer, I put the can down, and my arm went round Mark's shoulder, pulling him closer. He leant his head against my shoulder, and I could feel that he was shaking slightly. I let my free hand glide over his hair, down along his jaw and under his chin. Carefully I lifted his face towards me, bent down and kissed him. First his cheek and then his mouth. Just a short kiss, but it sent a jolt through both of us, when my mouth touched his soft lips. A longer, deeper kiss followed, and Mark kissed back enthusiastically, putting his arm around my neck and opening his mouth.

We let go of each other, and Mark looked at me expectantly. I took off my T-shirt and now he spent a while running his hands over my bare back and kissing my shoulders and neck. Suddenly he let go and ripped his own T-shirt off. He hugged me from behind, and I was even more turned on, when I felt his warm naked torso against my body, while his hands explored my chest and his breath by my ear became faster. Turning around I took hold of his shoulders and guided him down on the mattress, lying down next to him. We spent some time kissing and caressing each other, but only from the waist up.

I'm sure both of us were aching to have the other fondle the hard-ons that were tenting our shorts. But we were still unsure of the situation, so we needed to take this slowly. Anyway, I was content to use my hands, lips and tongue on Mark's soft skin, which tasted salty and smelt of sun lotion and summer. I kissed his neck, his ear, biting the lobe gently and sliding my tongue into his ear. Yep, that turned him on like I had been, when it was done to me. His hands were tickling my neck and playing with my hair, winding the soft blond curls around his fingers. I couldn't help smiling at the thought that my hair seemed to fascinate girls and gays equally, and I in turn liked both sexes to play with it.

I worked my way towards his nipples, kissing and licking the hollow at the base of his neck and tracing his breast bone with my tongue. When I teased his nipples by licking and sucking them, they immediately became erect. Like me his chest was almost hairless, and I realized why girls liked to rub their cheeks against smooth pecs. My mouth continued downwards in small circles and I licked the salt from his navel. His stomach muscles contracted, and an almost soundless moan escaped his lips. Going back up to lie next to him I met his gaze and it showed me very clearly how turned on he was. I couldn't help giving him a satisfied grin followed by a heated kiss, which probably revealed that I felt just as horny.

As Mark followed my example and began using his mouth to explore me, I closed my eyes in anticipation. He kissed my cheek, and then started nibbling his way down my neck, out along my shoulder and all the way to my hand. When he took one of my fingers into his mouth and sucked gently, we both knew what he was hinting! His hands were all over my chest and stomach; now his mouth joined them and covered me with kisses, small bites and transient hickeys. My dick was getting desperate for attention; it wanted to feel his mouth and tongue, but even more to fuck his innocent ass.

I sat up and looked at him: "Mark, are you sure you want to go on with this?" He nodded, but I had to be certain: "All the way?" His determined face and nod convinced me. "Then we'll have to talk about some practical stuff." I got up, fetched my bag and grabbed the roll of paper towels from the kitchen. I sat next to Mark and showed him my packet of condoms and the lube I had bought after my session with Michael and Daniella. "You know why we need this?" Mark blushed, but nodded and mumbled something about having his own rubbers. Oh fuck, he probably needed a larger size than me. Trying to suppress the shiver that thought gave me, I took the next items from my bag. 

Mark was puzzled when I handed him one of the packets and opened the other. As the water enema stuff landed on the mattress between us, his mouth fell open and he paled. I gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder: "If you're gay, I think this is something you're gonna have to face in the future, Mark. And guess what: buying this stuff is just as embarrassing as using it – especially when you buy lube and condoms at the same time!" Now he went red, but managed to grin, and I smiled back: "I'll go first, and afterwards a shower would be nice."

Mark promised to find clean towels and stoke the fire, while I visited the toilet and did the necessary preparations. When I came out, he was waiting in the corridor, reading the short manual with a worried frown: "Was it awful?"

"Nope, not too bad. Just follow the instructions a couple of times and you'll be fine." I went into the bathroom next door and got the shower going. Mark appeared a little while later, I could see him through the matted glass of the shower cubicle, hesitating after he had dropped his shorts on the floor. I opened the sliding door, grabbed his arm and dragged him in. I got him under the flow of water and stood behind him. When he was wet all over, I shut off the water and started to rub body shampoo on his back. "Here, you can do the front," giving him the dispenser with soap.

Finally, I had the chance to do what I had wanted ever since I saw him nude. My hands cupped his cute ass and covered it in soap, while I relished the firm buttocks and soft skin. My fingers explored the crevice and ended on his puckered entrance. Mark gasped when I probed his tight hole with two soapy fingers, but he didn't resist, just whimpered a bit while I washed and rinsed him the way I had already done to myself. I let him get under the shower, when I had hung the detachable shower head back up. This time, his moans were more excited than embarrassed, as I hugged him from behind and my dick nestled between his buttocks.

My hands slid down his smooth body and found the treasure: A large, very large and totally hard cock. Just as I had surmised Mark was so well endowed that he could have had any girl squealing and panting with lust. But now he was the one gasping and wriggling, as I stroked him and rubbed my dick against his butt. Fuck, I wanted him, and I enjoyed touching him – a lot. Mark seemed to agree. So I guess we could safely conclude that we were 'into men' and not the least bit confused about what we liked.

Getting out of the shower and drying our naked bodies were the next steps, and for the first time we faced each other without any clothes on. Somehow that felt like a big deal; I don't know why. I was first to drop the towel, and fortunately the admiration and desire in Mark's eyes were unmistakable as he stared at me. OK, I'm not too bad looking, I suppose: tall, fit, with wide shoulders and slender hips. I have a firm chin and mouth with nice teeth, straight nose, dark blue eyes, and soft golden curls (probably my best feature). And a charming smile according to a couple of girls whom I overheard discussing me in high school. 

However, Mark was gorgeous, no doubt about that. As he dropped his towel, I more or less ate his body with my eyes. His dark blond hair stood up in short spikes and his eyes were blue with a green tinge. His mouth was sensual with the most amazing soft lips, kissable like hell. Mark's face had this cute, innocent look that wasn't just due to his age or status as an almost virgin. He would probably look like that for years, unless somebody hurt or betrayed him. An adorable puppy, that's what he reminded me of. Well, his face, because his body was something else. 

I already knew all about his shapely butt, his smooth torso with small, easily excitable nipples, the nice legs with only a sprinkle of hairs, and the surprisingly large cock. It rose above a pair of equally impressive balls from a bush of dark curly hair, and there was nothing puppyish about Mark's manhood. The word stallion was more useful here... Never mind, the whole package was just awesome, and I felt incredibly lucky that I got to enjoy him. It was like Christmas in the middle of summer, with me having just unwrapped the best present of them all.

I smiled and reached for him, took his hand and lead him back into the living room. Mark's hand squeezed mine, and I think it might have been from equal parts excitement, nervousness and lust. We stood in front of the stove, where the fire was burning brightly. We kissed, letting our tongues entwine, and I rediscovered the pleasure of feeling another man's erect shaft against my stomach. Oh yeah, I really liked the sensation and the thrill of that. Mark seemed to have lost all his inhibitions; he grabbed my butt and rubbed his huge cock against me. 

His breath was hot on my neck: "I never imagined that sex could be this good. I never realized how much I needed to feel a male body against mine." He went back to kissing me, my ear, my cheek, my mouth, my neck, then his kisses trailed down over my chest and his tongue played with my nipples.

A shiver of delighted anticipation ran up my back, when Mark took a small step away and knelt down on the mattress in front of me. His hands touched my dick and balls, tenderly almost reverently. The look on his face was so intent, so full of need and desire, that it was probably the best compliment I had ever had. The thought that I was the first man he touched, that my body turned him on, and he trusted me enough to let me fuck him, made me so excited, that my knees were shaking and my groin was aching.

My reactions intensified, when Mark ran his tongue up my dick and kissed it all over, while his hands were busy fondling my balls and exploring behind my scrotum. Finally, he did what I ached for, and for the second time in my life I enjoyed the amazing sensation of another man taking my dick in his mouth. Mark may have been completely without experience, but he made up for it by enthusiasm. He let me get deep into his mouth, and it didn't take him long to discover, that if he played with my anus at the same time, I went wild.

In the end I had to push him away, because I would have either cum or gotten so horny, that I might have knocked him down and fucked him without more ado. I got him to stretch out on the mattress and knelt on the duvet he had placed next to it. "Fuck Mark, that was really good. Let's see if I can match it," I muttered, grabbed the base of his huge shaft and kissed the exposed head. A wave of lust washed through me, as I let another man's cock slide into my mouth for the first time ever. I worked him with my hands, my lips and my tongue, and Marks moaned just as loud as I had done moments before.

One of his hands found my butt and squeezed my cheek hard. It was unbelievably exciting to suck him; I loved the silky skin over the hard rod and the smooth surface of the glans on my tongue. He was too big for me to have more than one third in my mouth, and I used one hand to rub the rest of the thick shaft. With my other hand I played with his balls and Mark moaned and spread his legs. An irresistible invitation and I got hold of the lube and covered two fingers. Mark's eager hole readily accepted them, and he clearly loved the sensation, because I suddenly tasted his precum. 

As I rubbed his cock harder and fingered his ass, while I slid the leaking head in and out of my mouth, his whole body tensed. His eyes which had been glued to the sight of me sucking his cock, closed as his head fell back on the mattress. All at once it was too much, Mark cried out, his hand tightened on my thigh, and his loins arched. I managed to remove my head just as he came, and he sprayed his semen all over my hand and the upper part of his body. I kept on milking him and finger fucking his ass, while he convulsed and groaned and made a mess everywhere. It was a glorious sight. 

Finally, he collapsed on the mattress and lay still, panting with closed eyes and small tremors running through his body. I let go of him and got hold of the paper roll, so I could clean us up. Marks opened his eyes as he felt me wipe his body, and I couldn't help smiling, as I saw the expression on his face. It was part shame and part delight at having had such a sudden and violent orgasm from the things I had done. He started to apologize, but I shook my head. "I consider it a compliment that I was able to make you come, when I've never sucked a dick before. You would have done the same to me, if I hadn't stopped you."

I got up and threw the used paper in the stove, then grabbed the lube and a condom. I rolled it on my dick and looked expectantly at Mark. "I loved being sucked by you, but there's something else I want more." His face became a mixture of eagerness and anxiety, but he turned over willingly and presented me with his cute butt. I spread his legs and knelt between them. My hands travelled up his soft thighs and ended on his sexy cheeks. I massaged them gently, while I slowly forced them apart and exposed Mark's irresistible asshole. It was like a pretty tan star glistening between his firm buttocks. 

My dick jerked with the need to possess him, but I controlled myself. Using plenty of lube I breached his sphincter with two fingers and made sure he was well slicked. Mark began to moan and he seemed to relax very quickly, when I used my fingers to prepare him. I couldn't wait any longer, so I pulled his ass up and positioned myself on my knees behind him. With the tip of my dick firmly against his entrance, I relished the sight of the slim trembling body in front of me. "Are you ready to receive my dick in your ass, Mark?"

He almost whimpered his answer "Yes, oh yes," and I took him. The first couple of centimeters were incredibly tight, but then my head slipped past his defenses. Mark grunted, but didn't ask me to stop, so I pushed on. Slowly, oh so slowly, I slid all the way to the bottom, and Mark gasped and muttered something about feeling so full and how great it was. I withdrew about halfway and stood still; fuck it was awesome. I spread his buttocks and enjoyed the sight of my dick between his ass cheeks and the sensation of his outer tunnel hugging my shaft behind the head.

I squeezed his twin mounds a couple of times and rammed my dick back in. Mark moaned and pushed his butt into my crotch, and I grabbed his hips. Suddenly my control was gone, and I fucked him mercilessly, but luckily he loved it. Every time I bottomed out, Mark yelled his acceptance or begged for more, wriggling his sexy rear so that he felt me pound his insides at every angle. I enjoyed the thought that I was the first man to show him the wonderful sensation of taking a hard rod up your ass, of yielding utterly to the wanton act of being eagerly and thoroughly fucked.

Of course the down side of losing control this way was that I couldn't keep it up. Within a few minutes my orgasm overtook me, and I yelled even louder than Mark as I shot into the condom. There were no words left in either of us, just inarticulate sounds of ecstasy and grunts of pleasure, as I shoved my spurting dick even harder and deeper into his tight ass, striving to achieve maximum satisfaction for both of us – well for me at that moment, but afterwards Mark seemed to be just as happy with the outcome. We stood for a while still connected and panting, but then I had to withdraw and deal with the condom.

Mark collapsed on the mattress with a sigh and lay there on his stomach with his eyes closed. I reclined on my side next to him, when I had cleaned up a bit. Tentatively I caressed the cute ass I had just ravished rather brutally: "Are you OK? Was it alright? I..I hope you enjoyed as much as I did." 

He looked at me and smiled: "Mmm-hmm, it was wonderful. Except it was over much too quickly." I blushed and tried to stammer something about how it was so good that I couldn't help myself. Mark's smile got rather mischievous, and he reached out to pat my cheek. "It's OK, Anders. I didn't actually have a lot of staying-power myself earlier, did I?"

I gave him a grin, thankful for his understanding. "Maybe we can try again later, and then hopefully I'll last longer." Then I realized that I might be presumptuous when I assumed that Mark would want to have sex with me again. After all, he might be too sore from the way I had treated him.

I think he could see my doubts on my face, and he moved so he could kiss me. His voice in my ear was enough to turn me on again: "Hell yeah, I definitely want us to fuck again later." He nibbled on my earlobe, causing me to shiver: "I knew I wanted you the moment you flashed your sexy butt at me on the beach." I grinned as he admitted that my ploy had worked, then shivered again at the thought of taking his huge cock up my ass. 

After a quick shower we watched a movie, then had pizza and another beer. We sat in the sofa and zapped around the few TV channels available, but nothing much was on. Mark began touching me, giving me soft caresses on my arm, shoulder and neck. When I didn't object but just smiled encouragingly at him, he got bolder. His hands found their way under my T-shirt, and I think we both enjoyed the feeling of his soft palms against my bare skin. Then he kissed me and whispered: "Will you stay the night, Anders?"

I kissed him back: "Well, I'm not going anywhere just now, that's for sure." His smile was somewhat triumphant, and he pressed his body against mine, so I felt his erection on my thigh. Mark clearly hadn't had enough of me either, and he had gained sufficient confidence to take the initiative. Soon his deft fingers were exploring my body, and he undressed me, while kissing me everywhere. I willingly submitted to his fondling and returned the favor by pulling off his clothes as well and running my hands all over his naked body.




Meetings with Mark Ch. 01



This time we wasted no time in getting hold of each other's cocks, and we were almost competing on giving the most exciting and sensual massage. At some point Mark let go of my dick and made me turn over so he could cuddle up against my back. His large erection settled in the crack of my butt, and he rubbed it gently against me. I couldn't help voicing my ambivalent feelings about allowing him to fuck me. "Mark, you'd be better off not asking my permission, because I'm not sure I have the courage to say yes. I mean, it's not that I don't want to, but you are really big, so..."

He got up on one elbow and looked at me with a thoughtful expression. Then he kissed me and said: "I think I know how we can solve that problem." Mark stood up, picked up the duvet from the floor and went over to the sturdy table where we had eaten our dinner. He placed the lube and the paper roll next to it. Then he came back and pulled me up with a firm grip on my arm. Without saying a word, Mark led me to the table and pressed against my back between the shoulders with one hand until I bent over. When the upper part of my body reclined on the duvet, my butt was just at the perfect height for his cock to resume its position.

I felt very exposed and defenseless as his fingers prepared the crevice between my buttocks with lube, but when he rubbed his shaft against me, I automatically pushed back. Mark groaned and squeezed my cheeks together as his long, thick manhood slid back and forth along the wet tunnel he had created. It really turned me on, and I had no doubt that Mark was enjoying humping against me from the sounds he was making.

Just as I became convinced that he was actually going to come by fucking me this way, and was trying to decide whether I was mainly relieved or disappointed that my ass wouldn't get to try his wonderful tool, Mark stopped. He withdrew and took a couple of deep breaths, controlling his urge to orgasm I guess; then he retreated even further and I heard something rustle behind me. When I looked back, I saw him returning, his hands busy rolling a condom on his cock.

When he met my eyes he smiled shyly, almost apologetic: "I really enjoyed jacking off on your butt, Anders, but I kept wondering how it would feel to fuck you properly up the ass." He went on, his logic inescapable: "And in a way you've almost asked for it..." Reluctantly I had to agree, because I was the one who had initiated sex, and I had shown him the way when I fucked him thoroughly and with great pleasure for both of us. So I didn't object, but let my head drop back on the duvet. I slid a hand underneath me and grabbed my hard dick.

At my slight nod Mark gave a satisfied hum and closed in. He spread my buttocks and squeezed a fresh blob of lube on my anus. His fingers worked my tight hole which yielded willingly to him, and he quickly had me slicked up. The anticipation was driving me crazy, but very soon I felt the tip of his cock in my crevice, and I heard his breathing become faster. With one hand he pushed my left buttock outwards, and the other hand guided his engorged head towards his goal. This is where our mutual lack of experience became – well maybe not a problem – but a challenge. 

Two fingers with lube had been enough to prepare me for losing my virginity with Michael. The same had been OK for Mark, though I think he was tighter than was completely comfortable for both of us. But neither of us was aware of the stretching and preparation, using three or more fingers and plenty of lube, which was really necessary to facilitate the entry of Mark's monstrous organ in my almost virginal asshole. So he just pressed the head against my entrance and kept pushing, while I tried to relax my sphincter and let him in.

Just as I thought it wasn't going to happen, he breached me. The head of his cock slipped past my defenses and was suddenly inside. Fuck it hurt! I had to clench my teeth in order to hold back a scream, as Mark slid another inch into me with a grunt. "Jeez, you're tight, Anders." Oh, really, I hadn't noticed! My erection had wilted in my hand from the pain, and cold sweat broke out all over my body. I opened my mouth to beg him to stop, but all that came out was an abject whimper of agony, as Mark shoved another couple of inches inside me.

I think I may have blacked out for a moment, but this was actually an advantage, because my whole body went limp and relaxed. The next thing I knew, I was moaning as Mark's huge shaft slowly but inexorably filled me. Finally I felt his groin against my butt and his balls on mine, and I knew he had me conquered and at his mercy. The center of my existence at that moment was the thick pole stretching my asshole to the limit, and all I could think was 'Oh shit, he's gonna fuck me now. Friggin' hell, why did I let that monster get anywhere near my butt? Please, no, please don't move.' But my voice had forsaken me.

Somehow Mark must have realized, because he just stood there with his manhood buried balls deep in my ass. His hands made soothing circles on my back, buttocks and hips while he murmured about how hot I was, how much he liked having his cock up my sexy butt, that he wanted to fuck me and come inside me: "and I really love having you moan and tremble and clench your tight little hole around my dick, Anders." To my gratitude Mark did nothing to carry out the stated intention that had caused my reaction, and it suddenly dawned on me that he was waiting for my permission.

I lifted my head and looked back at him, and his expression said it all. Mark's eyes were full of desire and need; I could see his jaw clench as he fought to stay in control and not just give in like I had previously. He was so beautiful and his shy smile practically begged me to fulfill his dream of making love to a man. I couldn't resist his cute face and hot body, and as I accepted my fate, I felt my erection swell in my hand. With a pert little wriggle I let him know my decision, and he rewarded me with an ecstatic grin.

Very slowly Mark pulled back halfway, and to my relief the agony in my backside had receded to a dull throb. In fact as he pushed back in, there was an unexpected stab of intense pleasure which made my dick lurch and leak a bit of precum. Mark was very careful and gentle as he moved back and forth inside me, adding more lube and making my hole extend and accept him. Like me he seemed to be fascinated with the sight of his dick entering another man's asshole, because he kept pulling my buttocks apart and muttering excitedly, as he let his shaft slide into me.

After a while Mark probably felt that I was ready, or maybe he was out of patience and needed to come. I have to admit that the pleasure was greater than the pain, when his hard, rhythmic thrusts made my dick slide back and forth in my hand. Actually, before I had gotten my fill of finally being fucked by him, Mark ended his conquest of my body with a prolonged orgasm that made him sob with delight. I felt his manhood pulse inside me as he filled the condom, his hands squeezing my hips as he ground against me. When he was done, he bent over and kissed my neck, muttering "thank you, thank you."

I moaned in part relief, part regret as he pulled out of my sore ass and grabbed the paper towels to sort out the condom. I just lay there, unable to move after the intense experience and also wondering if my rear entrance would ever recover. Suddenly I felt Mark's fingers gently wiping the lube from my cheeks and anus. One hand moved down to cup my balls, and the other caressed my back and buttocks. After a bit he took hold of my shoulders and helped me stand up. When I staggered, he held me close and kissed my mouth, neck, ear and any other place within reach.

"Anders, are you OK? What can I do for you in return for the wonderful experience you just gave me?" Mark guided me over to the sofa and made me lie down. He cuddled up next to me and kept caressing and kissing me. Of course, he noticed that I was erect and gave a relieved sigh, when I moaned in lust as his fingers touched and made my dick twitch in appreciation. I began to return his kisses and let my hands roam over his naked body, while he fondled me.

Soon Mark was between my spread legs doing his best to pleasure me with hands and mouth. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the enjoyment of his lips and tongue, and it wasn't long before I felt my orgasm approach. Sliding my hands through his hair I whispered: "Be careful, or I might come." 

Mark let go of me and smiled. "I don't mind letting you come in my mouth, but it's your choice." Such a generous and tempting offer had me vacillating for a moment, but I still ended up shaking my head. He got up and took a couple of steps towards the table, giving me an enquiring look. As I followed him, Mark smiled in consent and bent over the table. He reached back and exposed the sweet spot I desired by pulling his ass cheeks apart. Such a pretty inviting rosebud, I knew similar sights would always turn me on.

I grabbed condom and lube; I couldn't wait to bury my dick in his wonderful, tight hole for the second time. Making him ready for me turned us both on even more, and I liked to see how Mark became more and more eager for something hard up his ass. When I positioned myself against the glistening star, the muscles on his back became rigid and his fingers clenched the shapely buttocks hard. I slid my dick into him slowly and carefully and when I bottomed out, I stood still. He moved his arms to the front and tried to push back against me, moaning. "Oh, yes, please fuck me."

I lay down on top of Mark and forced him to lie still, while I kissed his neck and nibbled on his ear. "I'm in charge now," I whispered and felt his body jerk underneath me. A small gasp followed by an increase in his breathing rate showed me that the thought of having to surrender to my will was quite enticing for Mister Gorgeous. I pushed up on my arms and began to grind my crotch against his silky soft mounds, making my dick prod him inside. Mark bit his lip and his hands clutched the duvet, as he tried to keep still and let me control the pace of the game.

But when I suddenly stood up and pulled out, he couldn't help himself. His cute ass tried to follow, and his voice was almost desperate: "No, what are..." Before he could say any more, I had grabbed his questing cheeks, forced them apart and rammed my dick back into his well lubricated, defenseless hole. Mark yelled in shock at the brutal entry, but his protest quickly degenerated into wanton moaning and begging. It was clear that he loved having his rear end pounded, and his obvious enjoyment fueled my lust – and was the only excuse for my unexpected, inexplicable behavior.

Both of us were grunting and gasping, as I held his hips and fucked him relentlessly. I had never considered myself to be dominant or aggressive sexually, and I certainly had not thought of Mark in this light. But I know now that he was a natural submissive, and somehow I reacted instinctively. It's a role I have played since then, consciously and with pleasure, though in a rather mild manner compared to what you can now encounter here and elsewhere. Thus, I have never used (and really dislike) derogatory terms such as bitch and slut, nor have I ever accepted having them applied to me.

Because although I thoroughly enjoyed taking Mark in this manner, I would later find out that submitting was even better. Over the years I have been the recipient of controlling sex with both men and women, whereas I've not dominated women but only guys, in some cases even with spanking. Mark would probably have appreciated the latter kind of rough play too, but the idea never occurred to either of us. After all, we were young, inexperienced, and pretty clueless as to the more advanced stages of erotic fun. Just having a beautiful, innocent guy writhe and whimper with lust as I fucked him hard seemed very adventurous to me.

After an unrestrained and most satisfactory ride of Mark's needy and yielding ass, I succumbed to a sudden and intense orgasm, when he somehow managed to sneak a hand down between his legs to fondle my balls and tickle my still sore anus. Mark cooed triumphantly, when he felt the rhythmic contractions of my ejaculation both by hand and with internal muscles. His fingers tightened on my perineum, and his sphincter around the base of my dick, as I roared in ecstasy and filled the condom inside his hot tunnel. Oh, yes I could easily become addicted to gay sex, especially with Mark.

My knees were shaking, and I had to lean on the table with a hand on either side of his back, as I tried to catch my breath. Small tremors ran through my body, and Mark did not seem to be in a hurry for me to withdraw. His anus hugged my still twitching dick, and I could see a satisfied smirk in the corner of his mouth. "I think I like it best when you fuck me. Though having you suck me comes a close second." He lifted his head and turned it a bit more sideways, so he could meet my gaze, and the cute smile got more pronounced.

I had to sit down, so I eased out of him and found a seat on one of the chairs. I got rid of the condom and took a couple of deep breaths. "I.. ehm... that was absolutely amazing, Mark." Somehow I still felt slightly embarrassed at the way I had lost control once again, even if Mark's expression resembled a satisfied cat. One that has just drunk a whole pint of cream and nicked a bowl of peeled shrimps. As he got up, I could see that he was half erect, and I wondered if he wanted me to suck him off. 

But Mark just disappeared into the bathroom, and when he came back out, he was dressed. I also had a quick shower, and as the rain had let up, I decided to go home. Even though I had to walk, because I was too sore to sit on my bike. Mark said I was welcome to stay, but I declined politely. 

"If I stay the night, I know what will happen tomorrow morning. I won't be able to keep my hands off your delicious body. And my guess is that you'll feel the same way. But I'm sure neither of us can manage to go another round so soon." Mark had to concur, I could see him wince at the thought. However, he immediately asked if we could get together again soon.

I hesitated, but he gave me a hug: "I promise I won't insist on fucking you, Anders, if that's what you're worrying about." Yep, Mark sure had me figured out, including my total inability to resist his cute puppy face. So we agreed to meet in a local bar two days later and see how we felt. Not surprisingly Mark felt like taking my dick up his butt, and I was easily persuaded. He embraced the idea of being gay and having man-to-man sex with such charming enthusiasm and delightful gratitude that it was irresistible.

As promised I didn't have to give up my ass to him, or at least not the inside. Mark had me suck him, fuck him and then he came by jacking off between my butt cheeks. I suspected that one of the reasons he enjoyed this was because he could get off without a condom. We had a couple of quick encounters with this outcome, one at his place and one at mine. But after the last one Mark asked me if we could spend a day together. "We're both going home on Saturday, so maybe we could get together Friday afternoon. The weather forecast is lousy anyway."

The possibility of another long, intimate, hot session with this gorgeous guy was not something to be refused. And to be honest I wanted to have another go at his huge cock, hoping that I could find a way to get it inside me without so much pain. But I also had another wish, so after I had agreed to his request, I suggested that we could take turns deciding what to do. Mark tried not to look too satisfied when he pronounced that he liked the idea, but I saw the sly smirk on his face. So I spent the next couple of days in jittery anticipation.

to be continued...



Meetings with Mark Ch. 02



Meeting Mark during my holiday at the west coast of Denmark had confirmed that I enjoyed male sex very much. Our first time together was wonderful, in spite of how much it hurt to take his huge cock up my still inexperienced ass. I also enjoyed the brief encounters we had in the subsequent week, but I count my last day with him in the summer house as our second intimate meeting. Maybe because I had several new and very revealing experiences which increased my understanding of what I preferred when being with a man.

We met Friday afternoon, another rainy day made for indoor activities, and Mark had the stove going. I had been the one to suggest that we could take turns deciding what to do. As I had no doubt what Mark would wish for (his monster dick fucking my poor asshole), I had other plans. After we had taken a shower together to get nice and clean, we cuddled up in the only double bed in the cottage. We kissed and caressed each other gently, slowly; both of us aware of the fact that we had plenty of time to enjoy the sex we wanted.

"I'm going to miss you, Anders," Mark whispered with his face against my hair.

"Me or this?" I asked, running my hand up and down his already very enthusiastic erection, making him moan softly. "Fuck Mark, I'm going to miss your delicious body," I went on, "and I'm really glad we met." Mark actually blushed, he kissed me and tried to say that he was the one who should be grateful that I had introduced him to man sex.

Soon he was trying to have me reveal my plans for our time together. I stalled and teased him by running my hands over the soft skin of his slim body, pretending that I couldn't make up my mind. I even got up and went into the kitchen to get two cans of coke from the fridge. I placed them on the bedside table, while Mark looked questioningly at me. 

After a bit more kissing, playing with his nipples, and stroking his fascinating cock I sat up, smiled at him and finally admitted what I wanted. "Do you remember the first night, where you offered to let me cum in your mouth?" Mark nodded and the tip of his cheeky tongue appeared, tracing the luscious contours of his lips. "I want you to lick me and suck me until I come in your mouth."

"Will you do the same for me?" he asked huskily and with a beseeching look on his cute face. He blushed and dropped his eyes. "When you made me come that night, it was the first time I tried oral sex -- I mean altogether and not just with a man." He glanced at me and looked relieved when I didn't seem to find his admission strange or funny. "It was the most wonderful orgasm I had had until then. If you let me cum in your mouth, I have the feeling I might like it even better than fucking your ass."

"Yes of course I'll return the favor," I said and kissed him, "and the cokes are in case we don't like the taste." I pulled him closer, and one hand returned to his thick rod, while I used the other to fondle his pert butt.

Mark reciprocated enthusiastically and whispered "Who goes first?" I couldn't help laughing a bit about his eagerness and replied that we didn't have to take turns, at least not in the beginning. I shifted to lie the other way, and Mark moaned when I ran my tongue around the engorged and exposed head of his manhood. He immediately enveloped my dick in his warm, wet mouth and began sucking and licking. As I had expected, having a huge and very hard cock in my mouth while being fellated myself was a major turn-on, and I knew I would want to do it as often as possible.

In fact, it was even better than just being sucked off, and I think Mark agreed with that. Both of us were still learning how to pleasure another man, and when one of us tried something new, which felt particularly good, he would immediately have it done back at him. Very effective and inspiring. Mark seemed to find particular pleasure in having his slit teased with the tip of my tongue, and soon rewarded me with drops of precum. Our hands played with balls, buttocks, and every sensitive spot in between.

Because Mark's dick was so long and thick, I couldn't fit very much of it into my mouth, when we were in the 69 position. After a while I alternated between sucking on the head and licking up and down the length of him. When I had him in my mouth, I would rub the wet shaft with my thumb and two fingers on either side of his cock. This treatment drove Mark wild, and he had to ask me to take a break. I went back to licking from the tip of his cock to the base, and at one point my tongue ended on his scrotum. Mark's reaction showed his appreciation.

So while he was sucking me and working on taking my whole length, I explored new territory by nibbling and licking on his sack. When I sucked one of his balls into my mouth, Mark almost went through the roof. He groaned loudly, his dick jerked against me, and his whole body trembled. "Ah fuck, Anders, that feels awesome. More... ahhh" I repeated the fondling with lips and tongue on his other testicle, and he certainly gave every sign of liking my inventiveness. As I let go of him, I had to remove several pubic hairs from my mouth.

"You know, Mark, this would be more fun if you were shaved down here." He mumbled his assent around my dick, and a lubed finger wormed its way into my ass. His skilled tongue circled my glans, and then he slowly went down on me. His soft lips caressed my shaft all the way to the base and back up, and when the tip of my manhood met his throat, I could feel him swallow. A few repeats of this treatment, and I suddenly needed a time-out. 

We moved apart, and Mark sat up and smiled at me. He pushed me flat on my back and kissed me. From my mouth he went on to kissing and licking my upper body, and I just relaxed and enjoyed the felling of his lips and tongue and fingers on my neck, chest, shoulders and arms. Mark returned to my mouth, then kissed my forehead, eyelids, nose, cheek. His tongue tickled my ear, travelled down my neck and played for a bit in the hollow at the base of my throat. He left a wet trail down my breastbone to my navel, while his hand played with my nipples.

When his mouth suddenly jumped to one nipple and sucked it hard, I couldn't help crying out and pushing up against him. Mark carefully pinched the hardened nub on the other side with his fingers, and I realized that the slightly rough play fuelled my lust immensely. I was getting desperate as Mark painted wet circles on my stomach on his way to my aching, needy dick. His tongue teased me with small licks on the exposed head, moving down the shaft to my scrotum. When he reached it, he carefully sucked my balls into his mouth one at a time. I enjoyed the feeling, but I liked it better, when he moved back up and encircled the tip of my manhood with his sweet lips. 

His knees nudged my thighs further apart, so that his fingers could play with my tight star. Fuck, I was turned on when I looked down and met his blue eyes, intent, happy, and filled with craving. Somehow the thought that Mark didn't just do this to get me off, but that he enjoyed it too, was the last straw. I thought I would pass out from pleasure, when my blond lover finally slid his wet mouth all the way down and simultaneously rammed two fingers up my ass. I had no idea why, but it felt divine, and I think my incoherent cries and arched back revealed as much.

Mark almost went a bit crazy at my reaction. He fucked my butt with his fingers and my dick with his lips and tongue, sucking hard as his head moved up and down. I whimpered and writhed and begged and tried to suppress the orgasm which was approaching much too fast. But there was no stemming the tide, and all I had time for was a warning cry of "Stop or I'm gonna..." Mark ignored me, or maybe he was even encouraged, as he moaned excitedly, and I had no way of resisting the wave of ecstasy washing over me.

Afterwards Mark told me that he had felt my dick grow slightly bigger and stone hard, and as the first contractions started in my anus, he stopped moving and just sucked me rhythmically. I roared as I blew my load in an intense and prolonged orgasm, filling Mark's virgin mouth with my cum. In fact, this was also a first for me, though I had been too embarrassed to admit it, even when Mark bravely proclaimed his lack of experience. No one had ever given me a full blow job before, and as Mark sucked and swallowed and milked me with his free hand, I reveled in the fantastic feeling.

Finally, he let go of me, after he had made sure to get every drop of my cum, gently licking as my manhood slowly went soft. Mark sat up and grabbed one of the coke cans, popping the lid and drinking, while looking at me with a slightly proud and possessive gaze. I just lay there, dazed and almost worn out from the intense experience. My first coherent thought was a worried 'Fuck, hope I can live up to that.' I had to work some saliva into my mouth, before I could say anything. Somehow I knew that I didn't have to tell Mark how good it had been, so all I could come up with was: "What's it like to get sperm in your mouth? Did it taste nasty?"

Mark shrugged: "No, not really, I sort of liked the taste. And it was actually a huge turn-on to feel you spurt. But afterwards it's a bit greasy and strange, so it was a good idea to have a drink ready." He was leaning back against the wall and still sipping from his coke, and I reached over and caressed his thighs. I was very much aware of his erect and throbbing manhood proclaiming his need for my attention. Strangely enough, I was still horny, even though I had just come, and of course I also felt I owed him a favor. Mark spread his legs, and I rolled over and got in between them.

Kissing and licking his soft inner thighs, I made my way up to his groin, where I sucked one of his balls into my mouth. Mark groaned and I looked up at him. He had placed the coke can on the bedside table, and he was panting with glazed eyes as I worked his large testicle with my tongue and stroked his leaking cock with one hand. Yep, no doubt about it, Mark had a thing about having his sack and balls fondled. I got up on my knees, and Mark slid further down, so he was on his back. I forced his legs up and apart, exposing his sweet spot.

Mark whimpered when my fingertip circled his puckered rose, as my mouth descended on his cock. I sucked his glans, which was wet with precum, and then I tried to take as much as possible of his huge manhood into my mouth. I did my best to suck him, but soon my jaw was aching from holding my mouth open enough to take his girth. During the necessary breaks I grabbed the lube and got to work on his enticing little hole. One finger, then two and after a while I managed to get a third finger into the game. I fucked him gently, but when he started begging, I rammed all three fingers up his ass, hard.

With my free hand I stroked his shaft, and my mouth feasted on his engorged head and as much of his impressive length as I could manage. Mark writhed under my assault, and within moments he cried out. "Yes, oh yes. I'm coming." I took a deep breath, and just as well, because seconds later he filled my mouth with thick, sticky semen. I tried to swallow, but the taste was awful and made me gag. I managed to stay put, until his ejaculation was over, then I removed my head and spat his cum into the paper towels that we had luckily laid ready on the bed. I sent Mark a guilty look as I grabbed the half empty can of coke and got rid of the disgusting, fishy taste in my mouth. 

But he just lay there with a sated smile, as I withdrew my fingers from his tight butt, and cleaned us up, squeezing the last bits of semen from his still half erect cock. After a trip to the bathroom for a quick wash, we got dressed and relaxed in front of the TV before fixing some food. I tried to apologize to Mark, but he just laughed and said he didn't care that I couldn't swallow his spunk, because coming in my mouth had been awesome anyway. "I liked your plan, Anders, and enjoyed both parts of it very much."

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Later in the evening we were both ready and eager to continue, and as expected Mark suggested that we took turns fucking each other. But he still managed to surprise me. "Anders, I'd like to fuck you without a condom, and I want to you to do the same, so that I can feel you come inside me." I just sat there, speechless, and stared at him, because even though the thought had crossed my mind, I wasn't sure he'd trust me enough for that. After all, Mark had been a virgin in relation to male sex and much less experienced with girls compared to me. And in any case there were other advantages to using rubbers, less mess and more hygienic.

Suddenly I realized that Mark was looking at me with a worried frown, waiting for an answer. I quickly collected my wits and nodded, and after a couple of tries I managed a hoarse. "Yes, I'd like that very much too." He sent me a delighted smile and dragged me off to the shower. To my amused surprise Mark gave me a packet of disposable razors and asked me to shave him. I was a bit apprehensive, because I was afraid I'd cut him, especially on the loose skin of his scrotum. But he insisted, and so I spent quite a while carefully getting rid of every single hair in his groin. 

Luckily his buttocks were already smooth, but he had me remove the sparse growth in his butt crack. I was reminded of the nice sight of Michael's smooth anus, when I had prepared to fuck a man for the first time. "You're gonna look even more delicious and sexy, when I'm done, Mark." He turned his head and gave me a happy smile. When I had finished, we got into the shower, and Mark was delighted with his new look, but also a bit embarrassed. Especially when I pointed out an unexpected side effect: "Shit, your cock and balls look even larger now! You might want to reconsider, if you don't want guys to run away screaming at the sight of the nude monster." 

Mark slapped my butt and told me to stop teasing, then he groaned as I stuck my tongue in his ear, while I fondled him. "Mmm, I can't wait to suck your balls and fuck your smooth little ass hole." This time Mark was the one to insist that we cleaned up really carefully, and I had no objections. I loved shoving my soapy fingers up his butt and hearing him moan, while I felt his tight anus squeeze my invading digits. Mark certainly seemed to like this game too, both ways, and when we had finished, we were so horny we barely managed to dry ourselves before rushing back to the bedroom. 

Neither of us needed more foreplay, and I grinned appreciatively as Mark climbed on the bed, on hands and knees, and wriggled his cute butt at me. I grabbed the lube and sat behind him, but when I parted his buttocks to expose his beautiful pucker, my instinctive reaction came as the biggest surprise of the evening. For both of us, I believe. I leant forward and kissed the sweet, enticing star which had already given me so much pleasure. Mark's gasp was loud, and all by itself the tip of my tongue slid out to tickle the entrance to paradise.

I knew he was as squeaky clean as could possibly be achieved, and indeed as I licked Mark's anus and down the hairless butt crack towards his balls, all I could smell and taste was a faint trace of soap. As promised I nuzzled and licked his newly shaved scrotum and sucked on his balls, and of course it was much nicer to play this game now. Mark whimpered and spread his legs wider for me, I could see his huge cock jerk and feel his thighs tense with arousal, as I munched on his nuts. Much as I enjoyed his reaction, I wanted to get back to the fascinating spot between his cute cheeks.

Soon I was kissing and licking the tan rosebud and trying to figure out what was going on. 'Three months ago I had never even considered the possibility of gay sex, and here I am with my tongue between the buttocks of a man. A guy I'm soon going to allow free access to fuck and fill my ass with cum. But first I'll get to stick my naked dick into this tight little butt.' The thought exited me even more, and I pressed my tongue harder against Mark's pucker. Suddenly his sphincter gave way, and the tip of my tongue entered the promised land.

Mark was going wild; he was shaking and almost mewling with the need to come. As I worked his anus with my mouth and fondled his balls with my hand, he couldn't stand it any longer. His right hand encircled the thick shaft, and before I could stop him, a few swift strokes of his impressive manhood sent Mark headlong into bliss. His cum went everywhere as he exploded, and all I could do was dive back in and kept teasing the sensitive ring of muscles as it contracted in time with his spurting. 'Well, that was another successful first,' I thought with a smirk.

When Mark finally collapsed on the cum stained sheet, I sat up and looked at the shaking, sobbing, sated little sex kitten, he somehow resembled. The shapely legs were still spread, and the hole I was eager to fuck was almost as wet and glistening as a woman's pussy. Maybe this silly flash thought was what inspired me to turn Mark over on his back and get between the soft thighs. I grabbed the forgotten tube of lubricant and slicked my aching manhood, before adding more lube and pressing two fingers into the pliable, accepting entrance to my lover's body.

Suddenly Mark seemed to realize what was going on. His blue eyes flew open and met my gaze as I leaned over him. He didn't object, but lifted his head and followed my dick with wide eyes, as I grabbed it and positioned the head of my manhood against his slick hole. It was harder to gain entry in this position, but he helped me by spreading his legs and holding his buttocks apart. We both noticed how his still half erect cock pulsed against the suntanned sweat covered stomach and began to regain awareness. When Mark looked back up at me with his cute, innocently pleased smile, I just had to kiss those luscious lips.

At the end of another long, passionate kiss (damn, he was getting good at that) I straightened back up and began pushing my hips forward. We both moaned as I slid into him, fuck that felt absolutely amazing. I had to remind myself to breathe, so I wouldn't black out from the pleasure of having his tight tunnel slide over the exposed glans and down my shaft as I buried myself inside Mark. When I was fully entrenched, I lowered myself down on top of him. The hard pole of his manhood rubbed against my abs as I made small movements with my hips, while we French kissed.

Mark wrapped his arms and legs around me and pressed my body against his. He moaned and moved his hips impatiently, clearly asking me to take him. "Don't worry, you'll get what you want. I'm gonna fuck you hard and come inside you," I murmured and slid my hands underneath him, so I could grab his buttocks. I started out slow, reveling in the close contact between our bodies and especially the sensation of Mark's thick shaft between our sweat slick stomachs. Most of all I enjoyed the hot sheath of his asshole enveloping my naked dick as I possessed him.

There was absolutely no doubt that Mark liked the new position I had managed to come up with, and I regretted not thinking about doing him this way before now. But I suppose we did fairly well in spite of being both inexperienced, and in any case it was also quite fun to explore the fascinating possibilities together. Thinking back I have no doubt that Mark's personality played a major part in the immense pleasure I got from being with him. As I pushed up and placed my hands above his shoulders, in order to pin him and go at him, his enthusiastic expression and the innocent trust in his blue eyes made me very appreciative.

"Well Mark, seems you enjoy spreading your pretty legs for a man and get fucked like a girl." My whispered teasing made him blush, but he returned my grin with a grateful smile of his own. 




Meetings with Mark Ch. 02



"I love everything you do to me, Anders." I felt him squeeze my dick and the tilt of his hips begged me better than words to fuck him. As I answered his unspoken plea and started to thrust into him with ever increasing speed, Mark closed his eyes, delight suffusing his face. His hands caressed my shoulders and neck, then his fingers entwined themselves in my soft, blond curls, and he gave himself over to the sensual joy of male intimacy and sex. We were not in love, but I think both of us considered the other as a lover, and I'm still proud of having been Mark's first.

Fucking him felt different to our previous encounters, and I wasn't sure whether it was the novel position, or the fact that we barebacked (not that I knew the term at the time). My balls slapped against his ass every time I bottomed out inside his needy hole. After a bit one of his hands snuck down to fondle his cock and balls, especially when I took a break in order not to come prematurely. In the end I just had to try how it would feel to fuck Mark raw the usual way. I withdrew, turned him over and pulled his cute little rump up, so I could stand on my knees and penetrate him from behind one last time.

Mark screamed with delight when I rammed deep into his unprotected ass hole. My dick was at maximum size and hardness, and I think the angle was perfect. It was for me anyway, and it only took a few hard strokes before I exploded and filled his gut with warm, sticky cum. After my climax I stood for a long time with my dick buried deep inside Mark, relishing the after-orgasmic tremors in my loins and not wanting the moment to end. I reached around to stroke the thick shaft still jutting from Mark's groin, causing him to shudder and moan and squeeze my slowly deflating manhood.

Finally, I had to withdraw, making my cum run in a thin line down the inside of his thigh. I grabbed some paper towels and wiped us both. "Having trouble keeping hold of my gift, are you?" Mark collapsed in a fit of giggles, and he had to make a quick trip to the toilet, holding a hand at the entrance to his sperm leaking hole, in order to avoid dripping everywhere. When he came to the bathroom, I was already in the shower, and I helped him wash. I also took the opportunity to caress Mark's erection with fingers and mouth. Partly because it turned me on, but also with the idea that the more aroused he was, the shorter time he would last.

I still worried about taking his monster up my tight ass, but I hoped that without a condom to reduce sensitivity, he would finish even faster. Possibly Mark had me figured out, because he soon left the shower and dried himself. Then he grabbed my towel and held it up. I turned off the water and joined him. Mark kissed me and wrapped the towel around me, then started drying my body with a smaller one. When he was done, he took hold of my arm and led me towards the bedroom. "Come on, Anders, you're not going to avoid this any longer."

I followed, resigned to the inevitable, but also with anticipation, because I did want to be fucked by Mark. He made me lie down on my stomach in the bed and lay down on top of me. He kissed my neck and I was very much aware of his hard manhood pressing against one butt cheek. He slowly worked his way down my body, kissing and licking, and rubbing his cock on my thigh. When he reached my butt, he ran his tongue along the crack, as his hands exposed me. Mark didn't hesitate, he attacked my entrance with vigor and I found out why my licking his ass had driven him over the edge.

I had enjoyed the first time a man's fingertips played with my unexpectedly sensitive anus, but a warm, wet tongue doing its best to soften and enter my sphincter was out of this world. Somehow the rim of my anus seemed to be hotwired directly to my dick, and it immediately tried to rise to the occasion, though without much success. Even a horny 19-year-old does need a bit of recovery time after the spectacular sex I had just indulged in. But it certainly helped that Mark spent a long time licking me, and then lubing and stretching the tunnel he wanted to experience intimately.

It was uncomfortable when he got to the third finger, and hurt when he managed to push all five fingertips past my sphincter. Mark used his thumb as a lever in order to open me and prepare me for the girth of his cock. But I bore it without complaint except for some quiet whimpering, because I knew it was necessary. Mark slathered plenty of lube on me and himself and got on top of me again as I lay on my front with legs spread and my face turned sideways. He rubbed along my crevice, and I tried to relax when I felt the engorged head push against my well prepared opening.

However, Mark soon realized that it wouldn't happen, so he made me kneel at the edge of the bed, legs bent and spread wide, head and chest down on the mattress and my butt sticking up in the air. This position exposed my entrance optimally, and he could stand behind me and bear down on my now fully accessible ass. Mark gripped my hips, and before I knew it, he had penetrated me in one long, effortless move. I didn't even have time to worry about whether his manhood would fit, hurt, or make me cry. Okay, lesson learnt: it pays to prepare well. But I still had to adjust to being filled to my limit, having this huge thing up my ass.

Of course, I expected Mark to start fucking me, but he just stood there quietly stroking my hips and buttocks. Then he had us move together, slowly and carefully, until we were on the bed, him spooning me, with his cock buried inside me, caressing my body, playing with my nipples, cupping my balls, making my dick stir. He gently undulated his hips, moving inside me, and it felt good, with only a slight ache. Mark probably sensed me relax, and he hugged me and whispered: "Are you comfortable, Anders? Gotten used to me inside you?"

I gave a small derisive snort: "Mark, no matter how often I let you stick that monster up my ass, I wouldn't get used to it just like that."

He sighed and mumbled: "Oh, I was hoping we could try you riding me." It took a split second before I understood, and a shiver ran down my spine. 

As always in situations like that my voice failed me momentarily, but then I sputtered: "Fuck no, that would be impossible." But Mark turned out to have a very stubborn streak underneath the meek and innocent surface. He insisted that we try, saying that I had successfully introduced a new position in out sex game, and maybe we would enjoy this variation as well. He pulled out, rolled over on his back, added more lube to his erect cock and asked me to straddle him.

"Just sit on me, Anders. Come on, don't be a spoil sport." I resigned and did as he wanted, secretly hoping that he would fail to get inside, as he had when I was flat on my front. Mark reached between my legs and found my entrance with one hand, using the other to position his hard rod. As I reluctantly pushed down, the head of his cock entered me without any trouble, much to my astonishment. I stopped, and Mark moved his hands to my hips and made it clear that he wanted me to continue. When I resisted, he slammed his loins upwards, making his long, thick manhood fill me to the last inch.

The only reason I wasn't already screaming in agony was that I had just exhaled when he breached me. The pain was so bad that I was fighting to get enough air to cry stop. When he rammed the whole length inside me, I thought I would pass out. Fucking hell it hurt, much more than when Mark took me from behind the first time. My dick went completely limp, tears filled my eyes, a mewling sound came out of my mouth, and only Mark's supporting hands prevented me from keeling over. And then, just as I was going to start cursing and maybe hitting him, the pain receded into a dull ache, and I managed to take some deep breaths.

Mark showed no mercy, though he did give me time to adjust again. "If you ride me, you'll get to control things. Otherwise..." He pinched my nipples and sent me a sly smile. I shuddered, and with a resigned sound I began to rise up and sit down, slowly and carefully. Mark's loud groans of lust as he had his stiff rod massaged by my tight ass completely obscured my low whimpers of agony from being impaled on his thick, demanding pole. It felt like having a burning hot piston working a well-greased but narrow cylinder.

But after a while it actually began to feel good for me too. I increased my speed and let him bottom out, and I even rotated my hips slightly. This action sent a wave of unexpected pleasure through my body and very soon made Mark create a fountain of cum inside me. I felt every contraction and every spurt, as he sent a load of sperm up my bruised tunnel. While sounding like a rutting male lion who has just claimed his entitled prize. All in all this was a finale to my holiday that I would remember for a long time.

As I collapsed on top of Mark, he turned us sideways. He kissed me and petted me, murmuring grateful words as we lay there trying to recover. Fairly soon I had ask him to withdraw, but I managed not to wobble too badly as I made my way to the bathroom. I stood in the shower wincing at the stinging feeling of the hot water as I rinsed Mark's cum from my thoroughly reamed hole. I swore I would never do this again. Never ride a man, never let anyone bareback me, or allow Mark's monster cock inside me again. Yep, I was still pretty naïve. The disadvantages are quickly forgotten when the need for male sex overwhelms you, and within a few years I had broken those oaths.

Mark persuaded me to stay the night, even though I had expected to return to my own place. But he promised me solemnly that he would leave me (or rather my sore butt) alone. So I slept with him for the first and only time. His behavior was very caring and tender, I think he knew that he had pushed my limits a bit further than anticipated. But I did enjoy cuddling with him, having him caress me, and the chance of fondling his cute butt. When I woke early the next morning and saw his naked body in the bed next to me, my manhood woke up too and announced its keen interest.

I snuck out and managed to persuaded my eager dick to deflate enough for me to pee. Mark was still asleep, when I got back, and he didn't wake, when I removed the duvet completely. He was lying face down and the sight of his beautiful ass made me hard immediately. I rolled a condom on my dick and slathered lube all over my erection. As I grabbed Mark's buttocks and exposed his back entrance to my eager rod, he woke with a jerk. Before he could object, I penetrated him, thrusting all the way in and pinning him with my body. "This is the penalty for having me stay overnight, Mark."

He turned his head and a little smirk appeared in the corner of his mouth. A sleepy mumble : "Don't you mean the reward?" made me realize Mark had been hoping for this outcome. In fact, the calculating little bastard probably slept naked for that very reason, assuming I would get the urge to have more sex upon waking. What can I say, I'm so easy and predictable. Nevertheless, I decided to pound his insatiable sexy butt, just as I knew he wanted. I started out with some long slow strokes, and Mark pushed back eagerly and moaned "yes, more" every time my morning wood bottomed out inside his tight ass.

When I had gotten him nicely relaxed, at least at the rear, I pulled out, turned him over, and took him again. His hard cock rubbed against my stomach, but I ignored it and just fucked him with abandon. Mark clutched my buttocks and helped push my happy rod deep inside his warm ass. I'm sure he wasn't at all surprised, when I finally rolled over, pulling him with me, so he ended on top, straddling my body. At least, he didn't hesitate, but began riding me, moaning excitedly all the time. Fuck, it turned me on to see Mark impale himself on my dick, then rotate his shapely rump against my groin.

He would slide back up until only the head of my dick was inside the tight opening, and I could feel his anus contract around me. Another voluntary impaling and I suddenly realized why Mark had enjoyed the reverse situation the night before. It was absolutely wonderful to lie on my back and be fucked by a hot guy with a well-lubed, needy hole. And gazing at a large hard-on wobbling in time with his bouncing up and down. I couldn't resist making a fist around Mark's fully erect monster, so that I stroked it in time with his amazing massage of my manhood.

My lover gasped with pleasure, when he took a short break from riding me, and I slid his foreskin back and forth over the glistening head. I pushed up, so I was half upright, and kissed him hard. He was so gorgeous sitting on my lap with the most delicious wanton look on his face, the soft red lips slightly apart as he panted from lust and his exertions. The look in his eyes told me better than words, how much Mark relished being fucked from every direction. When I lay back down, he closed his eyes and began to ride me with obvious intent, hard and rhythmically.

I think Mark expected me to come, just as he had done the night before, but the condom helped to hold back my orgasm. When he had to take another break, exhausted by the wild ride, I pretended to frown in dissatisfaction. "It's just not good enough. I suppose I had better finish the job myself." I lifted him away from me, pushed him over on the bed and sat up. Grabbing a handful of paper towels I wrapped them around my dick with one hand, ripped the condom off with the other, and threw everything on the floor. Mark stared at me with a surprised and disgruntled expression, but it only lasted until I grabbed his neck.

With the other hand I forced my desperate, leaking dick into his mouth and began to fuck his face. I was so close that it only took a few thrusts and Mark moaning sensually around my dick, as he fisted his own hard-on. Knowing that he understood the game and liked being used this way pushed me over the edge, and I erupted in his warm, wet cave. Mark willingly received the fairly limited amount of cum left in me, with his free hand wrapped around my balls and perineum. I think he enjoyed feeling my contractions with both mouth and fingers.

Afterward Mark lay on the bed with the satisfied catlike smile that I had seen regularly in the past week. A smile which indicated that he had gotten all the cock he desired. However, his still erect manhood need satisfaction too, so after a bit of foreplay, where I licked him all over, covering his shaft in saliva, I let him jerk off between my butt cheeks. During our previous encounters, I had actually come to appreciate the feeling of having my buttocks squeezed together around a large cock. Having Mark lube my crevice and hump me, until he sprayed his warm semen all over my back and ass.

Luckily the big cupboard in the main bedroom had a full length mirror, and by turning my head I could see Mark ejaculate all over me, just like a porn shot. I've always found the obligatory finale to sex in most porn to be wildly fake. I mean what guy would willingly withdraw from a wet mouth, pussy or tight ass in order to decorate the face or butt of the woman or man he was fucking. But in this case it was a natural outcome -- if you know what I mean. Afterwards we had one last shower together and said goodbye. I left with a handful of great memories, which were perfect masturbations material for months to come.

We had exchanged phone numbers and addresses, having agreed that we might hook up over Christmas. My parents, sister and I normally visited relatives near Mark's home time during the holidays. However, Mark fell in love and came out a month before Christmas. He sent me a card which showed that he was happy as openly gay and devoted to his boyfriend. And obviously no longer available for casual sex. Not that I minded too much, because I had found other amusements as well. But I'll never forget this summer, which started out surprisingly hot, turned wet and even hotter, and ended with some eye-opening sexual exploits.



Meetings with Mark Ch. 03



This chapter and the next takes place after Anders met Erik in Valuable Lessons. However, it's not necessary to read the first two chapters of that story first. All you need to know is that Erik is an older lover and a Dom.



Two and a half years after I met Mark on the west coast of Denmark and introduced him to male sex, I visited him and his boyfriend Peter, who was four years older than us. We had a nice meal with good wine and talking. At some point Peter left the room and stayed away for twenty minutes. When he came back, Mark was giving my sore shoulders a much needed massage. I'd been painting the walls of my apartment the previous weekend. Peter sat down on the couch and regarded us for a bit. Then he gave me a little quirky smile. "Mark told me you're the reason he found out that he's gay." 

I shrugged and mumbled something about him probably realizing sooner and later anyway. "Perhaps, but you seem to be the guy I have to thank for getting a boyfriend who enjoyed his first times so much that he was eager for more. And ready to do anything a man could want from his partner." I blushed and had the feeling I knew where this conversation was going. Not that it surprised me, because Mark had been flirting and touching me all afternoon and evening. In addition, Peter had pinned me against the kitchen table with his body at one time, claiming to need something in the cupboard above me.

Mark's fingers moved up to caress my neck and he slid into the comfy chair. He was flush against my back and his hot breath tickled my ear. Peter's gaze held my eyes. "Have you ever been with two guys at the same time, Anders?" I shook my head, my mouth dry, and cursed my habit of being struck dumb whenever I got propositioned. "Neither have we, even though we've talked about it. But the problem is my inability to share Mark with anyone." I nodded because Mark had told me that Peter was rather jealous and possessive at the start of their relationship.

Thankfully most of it faded once Peter found out how much Mark loved him and adored him. But it had been one of the reasons I hadn't visited them before, even if I wasn't a competitor for Mark's affections. "But you've already been with him, so in a way this would be more like him sharing you with me – and Mark sharing me with you." Mark's breathing got heavier and he and Peter exchanged a long heated look across my shoulder. I failed to get the implication, and anyway I was more concerned with wriggling slightly so that my by now half erect dick became less uncomfortable in my jeans.

"So what do you say, Anders, do you want to be with us?" Peter stood up and walked towards me and I hurriedly nodded. He started to undo his trousers. "Tell us what you'd like to happen." 

By now Mark's hands were busy under my T-shirt, and he was kissing my neck and nibbling on my earlobe. I swallowed and finally got my vocal chords to work. "I... I'd like to be fucked both ends... at the same time." 

A satisfied grin and Peter freed his cock. It was long, but only of average thickness, thank God, even if the crown was extra swollen. "Mark tells me you give excellent head, so let's see if he's right."

A push from Mark sent me to my knees in front of the chair, so my face was right next to Peter's fully engorged manhood. He grabbed my neck and pointed his cock at my lips, brushing them with his exposed glans. I could smell that he'd just washed it, so I opened willingly and let him possess my wet cavity. As I worked on the swollen head with my lips and tongue, I felt Mark's hands undo my jeans. He pushed them down together with my underwear; what a relief to get my throbbing hard-on released from prison. Mark had undressed to, because his huge cock nestled against my butt, as he fondled my dick and my balls. 

Fuck, this was like a dream come true, I was so horny. I pulled Peter's pants further down so I could get one hand on his muscular ass and play with his balls with the other. Licking up and down the long shaft then taking it as far into my mouth as possible. My tongue prodded the opening, I sucked on the head and rubbed his hot rod with my hand. Soon Peter was moaning and I worried that he would unload in my mouth without warning. But he must've had high self-control, because he stopped me and pulled his pants up. "Undress each other and go take a shower. I want two squeaky clean dicks and assholes to play with."

Mark and I were soon naked and after the necessary trips to the toilet we met in their large shower. It was wonderful to get to wash Mark's cute body and huge cock again. He was still shaved all over, just as he'd been after our last time together. I guess Peter enjoyed the look too. When I'd finished rinsing him, I bent over and sucked him for a bit, god he was big. Mark returned the favor of washing my manhood and then his fingers got busy on my ass. He soaped my cheeks, crack and around my needy hole. "Are you sure you want to, Anders? Feel free to say no, if you..." I shut him up with a kiss and moaned with lust as he slid two fingers up my ass.

As he cleaned me up, I tried to express how much I longed for them to take me together. Mark laughed and adjusted the shower head, so it became a focused jet of water. I bent forward and held my buttocks apart so he could rinse me out. Having the hot water and his fingers manipulate my tunnel, making me ready to be fucked, felt so good. Even if I still feared his monstrous tool. Then I got to do him; I grabbed a handful of liquid soap and got really intimate with Mark's super cute butt. It drove us both wild when I finger fucked him hard, and for a moment I just wanted to ram my dick up his ass.

It might've happened, if I hadn't suddenly spotted two thin stripes on the lower part of Mark's cheeks. He'd bent forward and pushed his butt out, ready to be rinsed, and as the water removed the soap, the red lines became visible. I finished my job of rinsing him, inside and out, then I hung up the shower head and turned him, so his back was towards the light. Tracing one of the two stripes with my finger, I let outrage fill my voice. "What the fuck it this, Mark? Does he HIT you?" Mark jerked away from me and turned the shower off. He avoided my gaze as he left the cubicle and got towels for both of us.

"Peter and I play a game sometimes." His voice was low and hesitant. "It's always ME who decide if and when we're playing. I initiate the game by calling him Sir Peter or... or Master." The last word was a whisper. "That means he can hit me max three times with a cane. Or give me another kind of punishment when I'm bad. Like if I'm disobedient or talk back."

I gulped and stared at him. Fuck this sounded eerily familiar. "But... but what if it hurts too much. Or you really don't want to obey him?"

Mark's nervous smile was adorable. "I have a safe word, which means stop. Because it's part of the game to say no and stop and please don't and things like that. But I've never needed it, because the things Peter do are so exciting and wonderful." His eyes got distant and his hand stroked the thick cock, as the towel dropped to the floor, forgotten.

I went over to him and fondled his ass. "What did you do to get these, Mark?"

He came out of his trance and grinned at me, the mischief in his eyes infectious. "I got one for pretending that I didn't want to share you with him, and one for refusing to share HIM with you. This was after we'd talked about the chances of getting you to agree to a threesome. Ehm we got rather excited discussing the possibilities if you know what I mean." Suddenly I understood the look they'd exchanged earlier, and I recalled how Mark got horny from being reminded of the situation which had caused his stripes.

"But mostly we make love normally, so you needn't be worried," Mark continued and gave me a hug. Hah, that wasn't the reason why I had goose bumps, shaky knees and a leaking dick. To my surprise Mark's revelations had made me even hornier. We finished drying ourselves and went to their bedroom. Peter was waiting for us; he sat on the edge of the king size bed and was naked too. Mark led me over to stand in front of his boyfriend who bent forward to taste us, first Mark then me.

As I looked down on Peter's dark hair and almost stern, masculine face, and waited for his approval, it was so like being in Erik's presence. And Peter was certainly an accomplished cock sucker. He soon had me moaning as his tongue explored every crevice and dipped into the opening to taste me. When we'd been accepted, he made me get on the bed on all fours. "I think we'll grant Anders his wish of being filled in both ends. And since I've already tried your mouth, I'll do the other needy hole. I'm sure Mark can keep you occupied up here."

As he spoke, he arranged me, so my head was at the edge of the bed where his boyfriend was standing, and my ass was sticking provokingly in the air. Peter finished by grabbing Mark's monster and rubbing the tip over my cheek and my mouth. "How do you feel about that plan, Anders?"

I thought it's now or never, took a deep breath and replied. "Yes please, Sir." Both Mark and Peter gave a surprised start and the ensuing silence went on for a couple of very long and tense seconds.

Then Peter grabbed my neck hard and his voice had a dangerous edge, as he hissed at me. "What did you just call me, boy?"

My voice shook but I persisted. "Sir Peter." I saw his long thin cock jerk and moisture appeared at the tip. He turned to Mark and grabbed his arm with the other hand.

"Somebody has been telling tales, I think..."

Mark seized the opportunity to join the game. "Please Master, I couldn't help it. He saw the stripes on my butt and he wanted an expl..." His boyfriend cut him off.

"He wanted to have marks just like you. Well, I can manage that. With pleasure." He let go of us and walked over to the dresser and pulled the top drawer out. Mark and I turned our heads to see what he was doing. The left hand lifted the expected cane, a long thin flexible rod, out of the drawer. But the right hand kept rummaging around until it came up with something wooden. I couldn't work out what it was, but it made Mark moan with anticipation – and maybe a little fear.

"Yes, boy, you'll get what you need," Peter began as he turned back towards us. Suddenly his eyes narrowed and with a roar of anger he strode over. "What the fuck are you waiting for, I told you to suck him." I immediately turned my head to take Mark's cock in my mouth, but too late. The cane whistled through the air and a burning pain across my buttocks announced that Sir Peter had doled out my first punishment. As my mouth opened in a shocked gasp, Mark shoved the head of his huge manhood inside. I sucked and licked frantically and he groaned with pleasure.

So did I when I felt Peter's mouth and fingers gently caress my sore ass. One of his hands slid between my legs to fondle my dick. I think he sighed in relief when the hardness showed I was still horny and game. His other hand parted my cheeks so his fingers could tease my sensitive star. His tongue found the aching line on my butt and licked it. It stung but at the same time excited me immensely. Peter's fingers stayed gentle and sensual as they massaged lube into my entrance. I couldn't wait to have his long shaft penetrate me, and I almost forgot my duty to Mark as I focused on his boyfriend's preparation of my butt.

But Mark reminded me with a firm grip in my hair and a hard thrust of his hips which made me gag on his thick cock. I quickly resumed my oral ministrations and added a hand to play with his smooth balls. When Peter let go of me to get a condom, I concentrated on licking his boyfriend's engorged rod all the way from the base to tip. Then I worked the head with lips and tongue and massaged his slick shaft with two fingers and thumb on either side. Mark loved this and clutched my shoulder hard, moaning "More, faster." But when Peter's hands exposed my entrance and I felt the tip of his spear poke me, I forgot all about Mark.

He opened his eyes when I stilled with my mouth full of hard cock. Realizing that his boyfriend was about to possess my tight tunnel, he leant forward so he could see the long dick slowly disappear into my ass. As Peter bottomed out, the two men kissed each other above me and I whimpered. Even if being fucked in my mouth and my butt at the same time had been a fantasy for a while, I'd no idea how much I'd love the feeling. My needy asshole ached from being full and eager to be pounded and spit ran down my chin as I fought to swallow around the huge presence in my mouth.

I did miss having a warm hole enclosing my own dick, but I managed to get my hand moved under me to grasp it and rub the foreskin back and forth. When they finally stopped kissing, I was so fucking turned on and desperate to have my ass pounded and very close to coming. Peter immediately saw what I was doing and pulled my hand away. "None of that, you naughty little cheat. Or do I need to add another stripe to make you behave?" He dragged the cane across my cheeks to illustrate his threat and I shook my head and mumbled frantic denials around Mark's cockhead.

"Good boy," Peter dropped the cane, gripped my cheeks with both thumbs firmly pressed against the sore areas, and proceeded with fucking me. He alternated between letting his swollen crown undulate just inside my sphincter, prodding all my sensitive spots, and deep hard thrusts that had my mouth surge further down on Mark's cock than entirely comfortable. Oh yes Sir Peter was an experienced and skillful master of the art of butt fucking, and he rode me for a long time. He'd take breaks where he gave me tips on how to suck Mark's monster. I appreciated them, but there was no way I'd ever manage to deepthroat him.

Finally, Peter pulled out and we changed positions. Mark got to lie on his back and I knelt beside him and continued to pleasure his manhood. Peter ditched the condom and sat between Mark's legs and began playing with his balls and lubing up his tight aperture. I noticed he had the wooden implement in the other hand, and I could see what it was. It was a three or four inch long and almost two inch wide butt plug with a handle at one end. The tip was rounded so that it vaguely resembled a short thick cock, and it was completely smooth.

Mark noticed it too, when Peter let go of him to pull a condom on the wooden rod. He immediately moaned, "no, oh please no" and tried to protect his sensitive pucker by bending his knees and put his calves together in front of his pert little butt. Peter and I smirked at each other and grabbed a knee each. Slowly we forced Mark's legs apart and up, until he lay with his ass tilted and his smooth shaven star exposed and accessible. Peter added another blob of lube and positioned the wooden dildo in bull's eye. With a look and a telling gesture he indicated that he wanted me to get on with the blow job.

I bent over and trapped Mark's leg under my chest and pointed his huge erection up to catch the head in my mouth. I licked and sucked and worked the hard shaft with my hand, tasting his precum every time I milked him upwards. I could see how Peter gradually forced the plug into Mark's ass, and his boyfriend whimpered and jerked as he was opened up. There was no way for him to escape our joint attention, and he had to submit. When the rod was nearly all the way in, Peter used the handle to rotate and tilt it, and Mark groaned and arched his back. I had the feeling his prostate just got tapped.

Peter let go of the plug and positioned the cane across his boyfriend's cheeks, between the two old stripes and the dilated entrance. With his right hand he began fucking Mark with the dildo and the left held the cane. I increased the speed of my sucking and the massage of Mark's shaft, and soon he announced his impending orgasm with an eager "yes, yes, more". As his back arched again, Peter slammed the dildo up his ass, grabbed the tip of the cane, pulled back and let go. The moment the thin rod hit Mark's cheeks, he screamed in ecstasy and split second later a shot of cum filled my mouth.

As the next load arrived, I tried to pull back, but a firm grip on my hair and a searing pain across my ass stopped me. "Finish the job properly, boy." Peter had extracted the cane and used it to deal out another unexpected punishment. He enforced his demand by sliding the thin rod up my back and pressing it against my neck. With tears of pain and humiliation in my eyes I had to receive several shots of Mark's warm salty sperm in my overflowing mouth, barely able to breathe around the huge spitting snake. My hand kept milking Mark's cock and Peter fucked him with the hard wooden dildo, and it was obvious our victim loved the treatment. 

I had to swallow most of Mark's cum, another first for me, but there was so much that some of it dribbled down on his abdomen. My own dick was throbbing with lust as it lay trapped between my stomach and thighs, and I knew a few strokes would make me come. Strange that I was utterly turned on by being forced to do something I disliked and usually refused to do. When Mark finally stopped spurting, both of us collapsed on the bed, with my head lying on his stomach. Peter now became a caring companion, and I was able to work out his method. Whenever he'd smacked us, he turned considerate and nice, and the contrast was quite effective. 

He lifted my head and wiped semen from my chin and cheek. He kissed me gently on the mouth and removed the last remnant of Mark's seed with his tongue. Then Peter carefully pushed me over on my back next to Mark. He removed the plug and wiped Mark too, then returned to me and caressed my chest and stomach. Soon his skillful fingers were playing with my achingly hard dick and his mouth sucked my nipples. My manhood wept with delight and gratitude to finally receive some attention and I wanted to beg for release. But before I could do so, Peter let go and sat up. "Hmm, I think we need to take care of you now, Anders." 

Fuck yes, that was just what I wanted, but instead he turned to Mark. He was sitting up too, but still looked out of it after the prolonged orgasm. Peter kissed him thoroughly and whispered something in his ear. I couldn't stand another pause on my road to ecstasy, and my hands snuck into my lap to rub my shaft and fondle my balls. I knew I risked Sir Peter's wrath and so it was. As soon as he saw what I was doing, he removed my hands with a scolding. "I can't believe it. I look away for a moment and you're disobedient again." He manhandled me over on my front and locked my arm behind me by pushing it towards my shoulder blades.

"Give me the restraints, Mark. This boy needs to be kept in line." Two cuffs were put around my wrists and I could feel a strip of soft cloth across my back. My arms were half a meter apart and I couldn't quite see the point. Not until they turned me back over and I found out that with the material connecting my wrists I couldn't move my arms away from the sides of my body. I wouldn't be able to reach my dick without moving the other arm under my back which would be rather awkward and uncomfortable. Nor could I get rid of the cuffs, even if they were just closed with Velcro, without my captors noticing.

But the design of the restraints meant that I was able to lie comfortably on my back or my front while still being confined. Peter looked satisfied with my helpless state as he stroked my leaking dick. I hoped he would proceed with taking care of me or get Mark to do it. But I'd forgotten that I had to be punished for being naughty. "Spread your legs," his order was curt and very much like Erik when he was in full Dom mode. I obeyed immediately and Peter nodded to Mark, who straddled my stomach and pulled my butt cheeks apart. Moments later I felt something hard prodding my anus.




Meetings with Mark Ch. 03



My sphincter had closed up since being fucked by Peter, but before I could worry about potential pain, the pressure was gone and cold lube hit my sensitive star. I gasped and managed to relax when the thick wooden butt plug once again sought entrance. I writhed and moaned beneath Mark as Peter slowly worked the short unyielding staff into my ass. It hurt but when he rotated it and vibrated the tip against my sweet spot inside, I cried in pleasure and pain. And the way it forced my tunnel to dilate had me panting every time my anal muscles contracted around the wide base. Once it was fully seated inside me, my whole body was shaking with discomfort, lust and the need to come.

Peter chuckled, "You like that, don't you boy? Well it's going to stay there until we're done with you, do you understand?" I managed to get out a few desperate yes and please and other assenting terms telling them I'd do anything, if only he'd let me come. Mark bent forward, getting up on all fours and then sliding back until his groin was above my head. His head descended as he went down on his right elbow and his warm moist mouth enclosed my dick. For a moment I thought I'd erupt there and then, but a firm grip and squeeze at the base of my shaft prevented that.

If Erik hadn't educated me about the delights that are the rewards of being brought to the edge over and over before actually reaching ecstasy, I'd probably have cursed Mark to Hell and back. Luckily I was also distracted by the show above my head. Peter got into position behind his boyfriend with a leg on each side of me. His naked cock had been slicked up with lube and he aimed it straight at Mark's well-prepared rear entrance. I had a first class view of how the long shaft penetrated the sexy ass which I'd enjoyed fucking just as much as Peter obviously did.

Mark certainly liked the feeling of having both ends stuffed with hard man meat. His huge cock which hung right in front of my face began to stir. The feeling of Mark swallowing my manhood and fondling my aching balls gently, combined with the sight of Peter barebacking his boyfriend just above me, and the continuous pressure of the hard wooden dildo on my prostate, was too much. I exploded in one of the most extreme orgasms I'd ever had, pumping unending amounts of sperm into Mark's willing mouth. He swallowed every drop without protest and licked me clean afterwards. Yep he'd been taught well by me and Peter.

I think Peter took a break from fucking his boyfriend, and that Mark used the wooden dildo to massage my insides as his lips and tongue milked me dry and prolonged the small spasms at the end of my orgasm. But I was so spaced out by the fantastic climax I'd longed for since Peter rode my ass that I'm not sure what was going on exactly. As soon as my whole body relaxed into a shivering, limp and satisfied puddle of goo, Peter seemed to know that I was out of the game for now. He resumed his skillful ride of his boyfriend's pert little butt, and Mark rose back up on all fours and wriggled his delicious asset provocatively.

I just lay there trying to return to normal and enjoying the captivating sight of a tight hole being passionately reamed by an impressive cock. As well as the daunting monster which was now fully awake and ready to go on another rampage; shit the thought of accepting Mark's manhood in my ass could still scare me silly. I wondered if he ever got to fuck his boyfriend. I suddenly noticed that my hands were free; apparently Mark had undone the right cuff from the connecting cloth band, while I was still out of it. An idea on how to pay Peter back gradually took form in my brain.

I carefully slid out from underneath Mark and sat up, the hard butt plug necessitating slow execution of every move. Kissing Mark with gratitude I slid my tongue in his mouth and tasted the remnants of my seed which he'd swallowed so compliantly. My dick twitched at the thought, and the unexpected movement made me realize that I was still almost fully erect. As I'd experienced once or twice with Erik, my libido had been so expertly inflamed that I stayed aroused even after my climax. So much the better for my secret plan which I leaned forward to whisper in Mark's ear. He nodded slightly while still moaning happily every time his boyfriend thrust his hips forward and bottomed out inside Mark's hot bum.

Peter had his eyes closed and was clearly on his way to a well-deserved eruption inside a tight but pliant cavity. He missed my exchange with Mark, but when I moved to the side, he discovered that I was no longer underneath the blond. Withdrawing, he unwittingly managed to improve the odds of my plan succeeding. "Turn over and spread your legs, babe. I want to see you as I fuck your brains out." Mark obediently gave his boyfriend full access to his dilated entrance, and when Peter was buried in his ass, Mark held on to his muscular cheeks as he was fucked with long deep thrusts. 

Apparently having his ass caressed while making love was nothing unusual, and Peter was unaware of the wink Mark gave me over his shoulder. He didn't react when I moved behind them and gently eased the cuffs from my wrists. I grabbed the necessary implements, brought my dick to full hardness, rolled on the condom and slicked myself up. Just as I moved into position between his legs, Peter hammered his cock into Mark's receptive body one last time and announced his orgasm with a loud roar. As he filled him with cum, his cheeks were grabbed and pulled hard apart to expose the as yet unseen pucker in the cleft.

I knew that if Peter let Mark's monster claim him even occasionally, he'd have no problems receiving my more modest dick without any preparation. If he was a total top and his ass was virgin, I assumed that Mark would have rejected my plan. I pushed Peter's legs further apart, placed the head of my eager rod in bull's eye and pushed. Peter was still in the throes of ecstasy and his sphincter was pulsing in time with his spurting. He was defenseless against my surprise attack, and I slid inside with hardly any resistance, doing my best to target his prostate.

Fuck it was awesome to feel his outer tunnel spasm around my dick, as he yelled in shock. I knew he kept coming even as he twisted below me and tried to escape. But Mark held his cheeks in an iron grip, and I shoved my dick deeper into his guts every time the ring of muscles gave way. Soon Peter was reduced to abject moaning as he was held captive between us for the last few seconds of his long climax. From his disjointed words of pleasure I came to the conclusion that he'd quite enjoyed the backstabbing Mark and I had engineered. And Mark was grinning happily at me.

But I meant to take the game further, so now I needed to switch fully to the Dom role I'd never played for real before. But at least I had a good role model in Erik, my mature lover, and I pretended I was him. I knew I had to act, while Peter was still confused and submissive, so I grabbed hold of his arms and pulled him away from Mark. We ended up almost upright on our knees, with my body flush against his and my dick buried inside him. I held him around his chest and whispered in his ear. "Do you know what we're going to do now?" Peter shook his head and gulped; his breathing was fast and shallow. 

Mark was wiping both of them with wet napkins from the small bowl of water on the bedside table, as I outlined my plans. "First I'm going to fuck your delicious gay ass thoroughly, while you work on getting Mark's monster ready to roar. Then we're switching, so he can finish reaming your hole, while I let you suck me. And finally I'll sodomize your boyfriend, while he's still inside you, making you feel every thrust. And while we're doing this, I'll keep that hard rod up my butt, just like you told me to. Understood?" I waited anxiously, wondering whether Peter would refuse and end the game. 

But he just gulped again and nodded, and when I pressed him, he capitulated with a subdued "Yes sir." Sweet triumph filled my chest and I guided Peter back down on all fours and beckoned Mark to get in front of his boyfriend. The cute blond had listened with wide eyes and his mouth opening in shocked surprise, as I spoke, but the way his cock had gained hardness showed he didn't object. He certainly didn't hesitate to present his manhood in front of Peter's mouth, either. It had been wonderful to be in the middle, but I now knew that it was also hot to team up on a sexy male and fuck him from both ends. Mark and I probably had identical smirks on our faces, as Peter began to moan between us.

He sucked and slobbered and grunted as Mark fed him the thick snake protruding from his shaved groin. I spread his buttocks and embarked on the other half of my plan. Peter's ass was even better than I'd expected. I loved the sight of my dick sliding in and out of his vanquished hole. It pulsed around my manhood and whenever I paused with only the head inside his sphincter contracted beautifully and massaged the sensitive parts of my glans. Peter might primarily be a top, but he certainly enjoyed having something hard up his butt and knew how to please a man with his bottom.

If I stayed still and caressed his heavy balls and muscular buttocks, Peter eventually became impatient. He clearly craved the penetration which had shocked him at first. Rather than avoiding my manhood, he wriggled and pushed back, trying to get more inside him. When I relented and slammed my dick deep into the sexy man in front of me, he moaned happily around Mark's cock. Peter never neglected it for a moment, licking the shaved balls and the thick shaft and sucking greedily on the head of the now fully engorged monster.

I don't know how long we kept this wonderful game up, but suddenly Mark moved down to my end of the bed. "I want him now." Peter shuddered and a whimpered 'no, no' escaped his mouth, but to no avail. I pulled out and exposed Peter's dilated pucker and Mark gave him a healthy dose of lube. Then he placed his spit slick glans on the wet entrance and pushed. As the head and huge shaft plunged inside, his boyfriend uttered a heart rendering cry. My hole tightened around the wooden plug in sympathy, because I keenly remembered the pain of having that huge iron expand and fill your back tunnel.

Mark ignored Peter's abject moaning and slowly but relentlessly pushed every inch of his thick organ inside the well prepared hole. I didn't know how often Mark got to top Peter, but obviously he wasn't going to let the chance slip past. He withdrew gently and worked his boyfriend's sensitive areas with small, rocking movements, using only one third of his impressive manhood. Soon this tactic had Peter panting and begging for more and I could see his cock was half erect and drooling a bit.

While Mark was enjoying the feeling of a tight hole around his cock, I'd removed the condom and washed my dick carefully. It wilted a bit, but I knew just how to rejuvenate it. I knelt in front of Peter and lifted his head with a hand under his chin until his mouth was level with my half erect dick. He muttered 'no, no' and pressed his lips together. Fortunately I knew exactly how to deal with him.

My whisper in his ear was pure Eric-in-Dom-mode, even though my mature lover had never uttered similar words. "Do you want a taste of the cane, boy? It would be a pleasure to decorate your pretty butt with a stripe or two." The only reply was an excited groan, so I concluded this was exactly what Peter needed. Mark gasped in surprise when I grabbed the cane, aligned it with Peter's cheeks, bent the tip back and let it flick smartly down on the soft flesh. "Now you," I whispered and Mark only hesitated briefly before pulling the flexible rod back and letting it smack down to leave another barely visible stripe. Wonder if he'd even done this before or we'd both had another first?

When I returned to his head, Peter took my dick in his mouth without protest. As he'd shown me briefly at the beginning of our threesome, he was an eminent cock sucker. His tongue and lips had me moaning with pleasure and he managed to use all of his mouth to suck and massage my dick when I held his head and fucked his face. He had tears in his eyes and I wasn't sure whether they were due to Mark, who was fucking him hard now, or caused by the humiliation of the spanking which had forced him to submit and service me with oral sex. I gently wiped away the tear drops when they slid down his cheeks to show him I'd noticed.

Peter's excellent work on my usually durable second time erection began to have consequences. I was rapidly approaching another orgasm, and I wondered if he hoped to cheat me of the chance to fuck his boyfriend. But I pulled away in time and rolled a condom on. For once the numbing effect might be an advantage, or I'd be in danger of shooting the moment I entered Mark's cute ass. We forced Peter down on his stomach with spread legs and Mark leaned forward to accommodate me. 

I parted his legs and his buttocks, added a blob of lube and slid the head of my dick into the twitching opening. I paused for a moment and relished the thought of once more experiencing Mark's tight and eager hole. Grabbing his hips I slowly pulled him towards me until his cock was half outside Peter's ass. As I slammed my dick all the way inside Mark, I propelled him forward and made him bottom out inside the helpless guy underneath us. Both of them groaned loudly and they kept doing so while I fucked them hard. Every time I rammed into Mark, I'm sure my thrust transmitted to Peter's poor abused bottom, and I loved the idea of doing two guys at once.

Even though Mark had been fucked once already, he was still horny and insatiable. His narrow tunnel massaged me just as wonderfully as I recalled from our first meeting. It didn't take long for me to reach the point of no return. I felt the familiar quiver in my loins and my scrotum tightened. Moments later I surrendered to the contractions of my dick and my sphincter a long exquisite orgasm, reminding me again of the thick hard plug embedded in my hole. Once it was over I wanted to collapse on the couple underneath me, but I managed to pull away and land on my side.

I'd barely managed to wrap the condom, before they sprang into action. Mark pulled out of his boyfriend and I noticed he was still erect. Before I knew what was happening, they'd turned me over on my stomach with my legs dropping over the edge of the bed. Peter straddled my back and ripped the wooden plug from my still quivering butt. I felt Mark's body get in position on the floor between my legs, and as Peter's hands parted my cheeks, something big and hard demanded entry at my exposed hole. Both of us were so well prepared that Mark penetrated me without problems.

But not without hurt, even though Mark took his time. Having his monster invade me would probably always carry a cost of pain, no matter how much I wanted it. I screamed pathetically and attempted to escape. I begged for mercy and tried to hit Peter, but nothing helped. He turned around and lay on top of me and held me down until Mark had shoved every last millimeter of his huge pole into my sorry ass. I guess Peter enjoyed the revenge. He bit my ear lobe, stuck his tongue into my ear and whispered: "Aren't you grateful, I told Mark, I'd be OK with it, if he wanted to fuck you?"

When I ceased struggling and my ass was conquered and resigned to its fate, they gave me some moments' peace. Peter sat up and they kissed over my back, while I tried to get used to being impaled. But my worry about what was to come kept me tense and panting. All too soon the determined couple manhandled me till I was kneeling on the bed with Mark behind me. Peter lay down and let me rest my head on his chest. I clung to him and cried while Mark ravished my ass without mercy. Peter held me and petted my hair and my face. His hand soothed my neck, shoulders and back, as his words commiserated. 

"Ssshh, it'll be over soon, boy. You're so delicious, Anders, both of us just had to fuck you. There now, it's OK to cry, I know it hurts," and other similar utterances. For some reason his sympathy, hugs and caresses had me sobbing shamefully into his shoulder, while I got thoroughly reamed. Maybe because I hadn't been nice to Peter when he was in my position earlier. Mark had spent enough time in his boyfriend's mouth and ass to be on edge when he took me. Before long his intense attack on my body produced the expected result.

Mark filled my aching tunnel with sticky spurts of cum while he roared and Peter forced his tongue deep into my mouth. Now that I wasn't being rammed from behind, I gradually became aware of the motion of Peter's right hand behind my back. Just as I worked out that he was jerking off, he grunted and wet stuff sprayed my sweaty skin. Oh well at least he hadn't made me suck him.

Before Mark withdrew, he fondled my cheeks possessively and muttered. "Fuck, Anders, I can't wait to tap your sweet ass again." His boyfriend grinned and agreed, and I knew Sir Peter wanted to do more than just fuck me. Fine with me, because I'd enjoyed every second of my punishments. It never crossed my mind to use the safe word, not even when I had to submit to Mark's monster. In fact, I quite agreed that my little stunt of backstabbing Peter and giving him a taste of his own behavior deserved the retaliation he'd ordered Mark to carry out.

However, I'd never been so sore inside and out, and I couldn't even get up to take a shower. Mark wiped us all down with wet towels and then they cuddled me for a long time. Kissing and hugging me and telling me over and over how much they'd enjoyed my company. Mark apologized profusely for barebacking me, and I forgave him. "I'm so sorry, Anders, I completely forgot. But I've only ever slept with Peter after you, and both of us got tested for everything, when we became boyfriends. So you don't have to worry, but I'm still sorry. When Peter told me to take you, I was so excited, I didn't even think about protection."

Once I'd recovered a bit and convinced them that our threesome had been just as wonderful for me, Peter helped me take a shower, while Mark organized a sleeping bag and a mattress in the sitting room. Even though their bed had space for three people, I think neither of us wanted to run the risk. At least I knew I couldn't face another ass seeking missile after the heavy bombardment I'd suffered. Fuck I was tender for days.

All in all my first session with two guys was a fantastic experience which I recalled many times when jerking off. The game of submission and spanking was an extra spice which made the dish even more exciting and exotic. So I hoped Mark and Peter would invite me over for dinner again, since the dessert was worth the price of an expensive train ticket and a few weeks of subsequent celibacy. The time needed for the marks on my buttocks to disappear in order to prevent embarrassing questions by any bed partners more or less coincided with the necessary recovery time of the inside of my ass after being subjected to the joint assault by Sir Peter and his Squire.