The one thing I know for certain is that I'm strictly a top. I was a sophomore in college before I had my first sexual experience with another man. I had known I was gay for years, but growing up in a small, rural town where being branded gay would not only cause you to be the target of bullies, it may very well cost you your life, I learned to hide my desires. No way in hell was I going to risk getting my ass kicked every day by a bunch of homophobic imbeciles. No, I knew I just needed to wait it out, graduate and get the hell out of there.
In some ways, I was lucky they were so ignorant. Because I didn't fit the stereotypical gay image they had in their minds, they never looked at me and thought "gay". I'm 6'1", with sandy blonde hair, brown eyes and I'm a pretty big guy. I played football in high school and hung around with the jocks. It wasn't all for a cover; I enjoyed sports and was very physical growing up. I worked out a lot in high school (still do) and knew that if the time came, I could easily hold my own in a fight. As long as it was one-on-one, but not if they all ganged up on me. Nope, better to just get through this torture they call high school and move forward.
My grades were good enough to get me a full academic scholarship to college and I was gone, never looking back. There was no point. My parents died in a car accident when I was five and my grandmother raised me. She was an amazing woman and I think she even knew I liked men, but she never said anything. Gram was the one person who loved me unconditionally. When she died of a heart attack right after high school graduation, I knew there would never be a reason to ever revisit my hometown.
College was like arriving on Mars; the reality of life away from high school was so much better than I had dared hope. For the first time in my life I was able to make friends that weren't total douchebags; men and women that didn't judge me when I finally did come out. I have to admit, I went a little crazy with the sex. My first taste of a man's cock threw me for a loop. And when that man let me fuck his tight, hot hole, well, I never looked back. It was heaven!
I experimented a lot in college, with a lot of different men. I was safe- most of the time. Sometimes I was stupid. My friend, Molly, finally sat me down and lectured me until I smartened up. She told me it was okay to sow my wild oats (her words), but that someday I would meet a man I wanted to share more than a quickie with and then what would I do? Did I really think that kind of man would want to be with me after I have been with so many others? She was right. I got myself tested and luckily came back clean. I straightened up my act. Now, I am very particular about who I see or sleep with. I still have a one-night stand here and there, but I am always careful.
I haven't come across anyone I wanted to spend my life with, but I have hope that there could be a man out there for me when the time is right.
Now, as I said, I am strictly a top man. It's not that I haven't tried bottoming. I have. Twice, actually. Felt nothing. Well, obviously I felt pain, especially that first time. But other than pain, and a "full" feeling in my ass, I never got why men wanted to bottom. Not that I am complaining, mind you. I love sliding balls deep into a nice tight little asshole. I love when a man gets on his knees and reaches back around and spreads his cheeks for me, showing me his little pink puckered hole. Did I mention I am an ass man? I love to cup a set of round, muscular cheeks. Okay, I am losing my train of thought...
Yes, I was definitely a top. Which only makes the last three weeks more confusing. It was exactly three weeks to the day, actually, that my world turned upside down.
I am a radiologist and work in a hospital outside of Kansas City, Missouri. It's a top-notch hospital and we are always busy. That day was no exception: I had patients scheduled practically one on top of the other and settled in for a long day. I wasn't complaining. I am one of those lucky few who look forward to going to work every day. I love my job and the people I work with are great. Our department has a sort of "family" feel to it; we are all so close and dedicated to our jobs.
That day, as I was getting ready for the next patient and looking over some notes in a file, I heard a gentle rap on my open door and glanced over to see who it was. And that's the exact moment my world changed. Everything I knew about myself went flying out the door. I found myself staring up into the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen; they weren't simply blue, they were sapphire. Sapphire eyes under long dark lashes. I couldn't breathe. The pounding in my chest was so loud in my ears, I briefly wondered if he could hear it.
His eyes crinkled up as a smile crossed his beautiful face. That's when I realized he knew the effect he was having on me. I shook my head and broke the gaze. "Yes?" My calm voice belying the rush of lust I felt.
And then he spoke.
"Hi, Dr. Matthews?" His deep baritone voice struck a chord and shot directly to my cock. Fuck. I had a raging hard-on in seconds.
I turned away a little, afraid he would see my erection through my scrubs. "Yes?" I flipped through the file, pretending to review more notes. Not that I could read anything with my brain turning to mush.
"I was sent down by Dr. Thornton to see if you could squeeze someone in today?"
I turned to look at him. He had to be at least 6'6" and his dark hair was a mass of waves, falling down just far enough to curl around his ears and around his neck. He brushed a wisp of hair behind his ear and I fought the desire to suck that earlobe gently into my mouth. He had a straight nose, cheeks that had to have been chiseled from stone and full, rosy lips. He wore a dark beard, cut close to his skin. But the little dimple in his chin was the cherry on the sundae for me. I wanted to lick it. Hell, I wanted to lick every inch of him. I let my eyes slowly take him in, down his neck, his broad shoulders, and the mass of hair poking out at the top of his scrubs. Fuck. He was hairy. I love hairy men.
Brazenly, my gaze dropped lower and my eyes widened at the large bulge in his pants. The sound of him clearing his throat pulled me from my lust fueled haze and I tore my gaze away, feeling my cheeks burn. My heart was racing and I tried to gather myself together before turning back to him. Of course, my eyes had to drop to his crotch. I was sure I was discreet, but when I looked at his face I knew I had been caught. Again.
He was smiling at me, his eyes twinkling. "See anything you like?" he asked quietly.
I gulped and nodded without even hesitating. Usually I was in complete control. I knew what I wanted and I would determine when and if it happened. Yet, here I was, every cell filled with lust; I was falling into an abyss. My knees actually felt weak and I unconsciously grabbed onto the back of the chair I stood next to.
"So, any chance you can fit someone in?" He was all business again.
I nodded, pretended to look at my notes again. "2pm." I had no idea if I had room at that time, but I didn't care. I would somehow work his patient in.
"Great. I'll let Dr. Thornton know. He said he would email you some information. My name is a Mark Winters, by the way. I'm a new nurse in Dr. Thornton's department."
I looked back. He seemed genuinely nice. I held a hand out in greeting and offered, "Nice to meet you. I'm Kevin."
Mark reached out to shake my hand and when we touched I gasped and looked into his eyes. Electricity coursed through my veins. My cock grew harder and I suddenly felt a wet spot in my boxers from the rush of precum that bubbled out.
He seemed shaken by the touch, too and held on a little longer than was necessary, even letting his thumb caress my hand a moment before letting go. "I'll see you later."
When he left, I stood there a moment, trembling. What the hell had just happened? I turned the chair around and slowly sank into it. I had never once lusted after a man like that at work. Actually, I had never lusted after a man like that before in my life. Anywhere. Like I said I was always in control. If I was attracted to someone, I would find a way to let them know, without losing control. But this was different. It was primal. Pure lust. He was gone and yet, here I stood, still trembling.
Luckily I received a call from another nurse that they were ready for me and I shifted my focus back to my job. The rest of the morning went smoothly. Work was busy and I was focused on what I do best. In fact, it wasn't even until I saw him maneuvering a patient in a wheelchair into the small waiting room that I had a chance to even think about him.
My heart raced when I saw him looking so intently at me. I wondered why he was with the patient instead of sending an orderly, but that wasn't all that uncommon here. Everyone pitched in and helped everywhere, so I didn't let my mind even drift to the possibility that he had come himself because he wanted to see me.
Yes, he had teased me and it was clear he knew I was attracted to him, but for all I knew, it could be one-sided. I looked over at him again and he gave me a tight little smile. His tongue slipped out between his lips and licked at his bottom lip, all the while keeping my gaze. I felt the flush in my face grow deeper and spread down my neck. I had to get out of there, but I was frozen in place. I heard my name. One of the nurses was asking me a question. I couldn't make it out... all I could hear was my racing heart. The steady hard thump- thump-thump-thump- as he looked at me.
He tore his gaze away from my eyes and leisurely looked me up and down. I felt my cock leak more precum and realized I was close to making a fool of myself. He knew it too, if that cocky smile said anything. Still, I couldn't resist. I smiled back.
I finally heard the other nurse's question and answered it before slipping into the back room, leaving the object of my desire behind. It was time to get back to work. That's when I felt it. My asshole twitched. It ached. For him. A vision of him bending me over my desk, naked with my legs spread flashed through my mind. I wanted him inside of me. I didn't care where or how. I wanted him to fuck me more than I have wanted anything else in my life. Wanted to feel his hot cum filling my ass up and dripping out onto my balls. And that's what I can't understand. I don't even like being topped. Yet, that was all I could think of the rest of that day.
And now, three weeks later, the desire had only strengthened. I saw him almost daily after that. Just a nod in the hallway, or a smile as he passed. Sometimes a little small talk: 'did you see the game? Yeah'- nothing too major.
But I was on a slow simmer. I was jacking off up to three times a day and he was starring in every fantasy. Always behind me. Pounding into me like the man he was. Taking me. I wasn't sure how much longer I could fight this need. I craved him.
I've been observing him over the last three weeks, for obvious reasons, of course, but also because there was just something special about him. It was easy to see how much he cared about the patients. He always had a smile for them; a gentle touch on their shoulder or kind word. If a patient was nervous he knew exactly what to do and say. I had witnessed it a few times, myself, but so had others. Everyone had something to say about this dazzling new nurse that treated the patients with such compassion. I heard the whispers everywhere I went. Women and men alike were in awe of him. He was gorgeous, caring and smart. But, from what I could gather, he wasn't interested in dating anyone so far. He had either turned them down, gently, of course, or perhaps not picked up on the hints from those flirting with him.
He was kind to everyone though and eventually agreed to tomorrow night's big get-together after their shifts at a bar around the corner. When I heard that, I had to bite back a moan. I was planning on going out with everyone and couldn't believe that I might be able to be close to the man of my fantasies.
Luckily, I had no appointments today; just paperwork and notes to review and process. I was able to work on auto-pilot as I mentally went through my closet in search of the perfect outfit for tomorrow night. I was fairly certain I would wear my faded button-fly Levi's, as I liked the way they felt on my skin and the way they hugged the curve of my ass made me feel sexy. As I turned to file some paperwork, I heard a quiet cough.
"Just a sec," I said and closed the file drawer before turning to address the visitor. "What can I do..."My voice trailed off as I stared up at Mark Winters. His body towered in the doorway and I swear his shoulders looked like they just may not fit through the frame.
He smiled at me and I felt my cock swell at that. "Hi." His voice was like smooth caramel and I felt his words flow over me; I trembled with need and desire. I know I was looking at him openly; wantonly. I couldn't stop myself.
I searched for words, something to say. Anything to show him I was actually an educated man, capable of thought-provoking, deep conversations, not just a heap of bones and hot skin and hormones. He spoke before I found the words.
"Are you joining the group tomorrow night?" His question shot right to my heart. Oh, god. Did he want me to be there?
"Ye..." I cleared my throat. "Y-yes, I p-plan on being there." Somehow the words fell from my lips and I sounded like a normal, rational man, with a hint of stuttering thrown in. I watched him smile again, this time a slow, achingly sweet smile that spread across his face and reached up into his eyes. I looked into those eyes and he took my breath away. It was then that I saw it in him, too. I saw his wants. His needs. His desires. He wanted me, too. He felt this heat between us, too, I was sure of it. My heart nearly beat apart in my chest as I let this knowledge settle into me.
"Good," he said, as he walked into my office (and one his shoulder did brush against the door jamb!) and leaned his hands on the edge of my desk, bending down so that his face was about 10" from mine. "Kevin." My name was a whisper on his lips and yet seemed to echo throughout my office. The way he said it was powerful. Sexy. Made me want to beg him to say it again. He must have read my mind because he reached across the desk with his right hand and slowly slid his index finger along my jawline. Almost too delicate to feel, but I did feel it. Oh, god, did I feel it. "Kevin," he whispered again.
"I get off a little earlier than you do tomorrow. How about I grab us a booth?" He cupped my chin softly in his hand. "And some drinks?"
I didn't even ask him how he knew when I got off. I just nodded my head. "Sounds good," I whispered.
Mark didn't say anything else, just let his hand drop and stared at me for another few seconds. I thought I heard him sigh a little before he turned and left. I watched his muscular ass flex and move with each step as he walked away and I bit back a groan.
I don't know how much longer I sat there in my haze of lust, but the real world finally invaded and I was able to get the rest of my work done. I wanted to get out of here early. I needed a new shirt for tomorrow. And new underwear. Maybe. I would decide at the store. For the first time in a long time, I was actually looking forward to getting out.
I haven't really dated in a while. Kind of threw myself into my work lately. But now, my body was literally buzzing with anticipation. I couldn't wait and felt like a teenager in heat, which was completely new to me.
After my shopping binge- yes I purchased several shirts and yes, some very nice, new boxers- I lay in bed and was so pumped up about tomorrow I couldn't sleep. My dick was rock hard and I slid my hand down my stomach and under the waistband of my boxers until I could grasp my rod firmly in my hand. I felt the precum drooling down the shaft and wet my hand with it, sliding it over the silky skin.
I closed my eyes and gave in to the temptation, letting my mind picture Mark on his knees on my bed, pushing my thighs farther apart so he could settle between them. I envisioned him watching me jack-off, telling me it was turning him on. I heard him call me sexy and pictured him whispering how he was going to bend me over and make my ass his. I came hard and fast as shot after shot of my cum hit my chest and stomach. I lay there trying to catch my breath before finally getting up and cleaning myself off.
When I finally did drift off to sleep later, Mark Winters invaded my dreams and settled into my soul. I was a goner and knew it immediately when I woke up. Something felt changed in me. Yes, I still wanted him inside me. Yes, my cock swelled every time I heard his name today. When I saw him in the hallway smiling at me, I admit, my body trembled. But something else happened. My heart felt fluttery. I can honestly say that in my thirty years on this earth, I have never once felt my heart flutter. For anyone.
When it was finally time to get off, I grabbed my bag of clothes and hit the showers in the gym down in the east wing of the hospital. I confess, l spent a little more time than usual in front of the mirror. I worked a little product in my hair and gave it a little tousled look. Not completely satisfied with it, but running late, I gave up and pulled the new navy blue shirt over my head. I left the top two buttons of the polo undone.
Stepping back, I checked myself in the mirror and was satisfied. I knew I was no model, but I looked presentable. And the new boxers felt sexy against my skin.
In no time, I was pushing through the bar doors and searching for the group. I saw a few of them by a pool table and another larger group sitting at some tables they had obviously pushed together, creating a larger area. But, I didn't see Mark. I swept the bar again with my eyes and still didn't see him. I was starting to feel disappointed until I heard his voice behind me.
"Are you going all the way in or do you plan on standing here the entire night?"
I turned and looked at Mark. God, he was hot! The grey short sleeved shirt he wore pulled tight across his massive shoulders and showed off his pecs and the dark jeans hugged his body tightly. But his smile was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. His lips were curled up in a sexy little curve and his eyes were flashing.
"Were you looking for me?" he asked.
"Y-yes." I cleared my throat. "Yes, I was."
"Sorry about that. I really was trying to get here early," he explained, "but Dr. Thornton needed my help with something. Come on, let's find a private booth."
I felt his hand on my lower back as he guided me into the bar and wove around the crowds. We spied an empty booth just as some of our co-workers called out our names and tried to wave us over to the tables. We both just smiled and kept moving towards our target. A few of them shot us a puzzled look. Seconds later, we were sliding into the booth, one of us on each side, so we were facing each other.
For a few seconds we stared at each. It was awkward and uncomfortable as I searched my brain for words. Anything to say. He apparently felt the same way.
"Hey, conversation is overrated," he tossed out and smiled.
I couldn't help myself, I laughed out loud. He joined me and soon we were turning more than a few heads. I finally got control and suggested we order something to drink.
Mark agreed and waved over a waitress. We ordered a pitcher of beer and some mozzarella sticks to start. The perky blonde took our order while she did her best to get Mark's attention. When he slid his hands across the table and clasped my hand in his, she let out a little huff and twirled around to put our order in. "What a waste," she muttered and we couldn't help it. We cracked up again.
Soon, I was wiping away tears from my eyes as our beer and sticks arrived and he poured a couple of glasses.
"Well, I have to say this date is fun so far," I said as a grabbed a hot mozzarella stick and took a bite. It wasn't until I was chewing and saw his expression that I realized what I had just said. He looked surprised. Crap. I referred to this as a date. I tried to chew fast, so I could backpedal and remove my foot from my mouth, but the damn cheese stick was too fucking hot. I should have waited.
He looked at me and sipped his beer. "Hot?" He asked, raising his left eyebrow.
I nodded and finally swallowed, ready to explain my faux pas. As I opened my mouth to speak, his whisper traveled across the table.
"I agree, Kevin. I'm definitely having fun on our first date." A smile tugged at the corners of his lips and his eyes were twinkling. But I knew he wasn't laughing at me, he was speaking from the heart.
And that was all it took. Suddenly we were talking about everything under the sun; our likes, our dislikes, music, food. I found out he was thirty-one we were only a few months apart in age. A few times someone from our group tried to get our attention, but we were too lost in each other. We may have been sitting in a loud, busy bar, but we were really in our own private world, enveloped in a protective bubble that kept out everything else.
"I can't believe you haven't been to see a Royal's game! They are hot this year." I loved baseball and tried to get to as many games as possible each year.
"I've only been here about two months," Mark explained. "I just moved here from Chicago."
"Uh-oh. Cubs or White Sox?" I asked.
"White Sox, all the way." He grinned. "I am a true White Sox fan. Had season tickets."
"Oh, you poor, poor man... you do know the Royals trounced the White Sox a few days ago, right? I mean, it was absolutely brutal." I couldn't help smiling as I bragged about our team.
He winced. "Don't remind me. I recorded the game because I was at the hospital. I watched it around midnight and I couldn't bring myself to watch the entire game. It broke my heart." Mark was only partly teasing.
I reached across the table and patted his hand, "I suggest you come over from the dark side, Mark, and become a Royals fan." I laughed and started to pull my hand away, but he grabbed it and held it tight in his hand, letting his thumb caress my skin.
I glanced at him and the heat in his eyes almost made me drop my beer. We stared at each other for a few moments and he finally let go as he got up from the booth. "Be right back."
I couldn't help myself: I turned to watch him walk away and nearly groaned out loud. I felt my dick get hard- again- as I imagined him naked and bending me over this table right here. He was so damn sexy!
I turned back around in time to see two of my co-workers sliding into the now vacant seat across from me. They were both smiling.
"Hi, Dr. Matthews." Heather cooed. "How is your evening going?"
I knew they were here on a mission to get answers to bring back to everyone, and she probably thought she was being subtle. Ah, but she was young and bubbly and a great asset to our department. She handled the scheduling and so much more for us. I knew I couldn't get through my work day without her. The other woman, Lisa, worked with Dr. Thornton. She was a nurse and, while I didn't know her well, I had heard good things about her. So, I tried to be nice.
"Yes, very much. You?" I smiled at them both.
"Oh, yes," Heather gushed. "This place is great! We are all having a great time."
"That's great. Glad you girls could come out and enjoy yourselves." I waited. I knew it was coming. They looked at each other and I could tell they were trying to see which of them was going to ask. I decided to be nice and help them out. "Is there something you would like to ask?"
Heather looked relieved. "Yes, umm, how... I mean, are you and Mark Winters..." her voice trailed off and she squirmed in her seat.
"Are you and Mark dating?" Lisa couldn't wait any longer.
I smiled, a little unsure how to answer them. I didn't hide that I was gay, but I wasn't sure about Mark. And this was our first date...
"Yes, we are." Mark's voice came from behind and I turned around to see he had walked up on our conversation. He shot me a smile that made me catch my breath and instead of waiting for the two women to give him back his side of the booth, he sat down next to me. I slid over, making room for him as he draped his arm against the back of the seat. I felt his thigh press against mine and was robbed of all coherent thought. I heard the girls leave, but my eyes were on Mark's face.
He let his hand fall to my shoulder and he pulled me a little closer as he turned to me, our faces only inches apart.
I trembled and wondered if he felt it. I could feel his breath on my face and looked up into his eyes. He was smiling. "Am I being too forward?" he whispered.
I wanted to tell him no. I wanted to tell him that he was taking control just as I imagined he would; just as I ached for him to do. I wanted to tell him that I liked being pressed against him. But I couldn't. Because his lips were too close. Too full. Too sexy. And then he slid his tongue out and licked those lips. I'm not sure, but I think I moaned out loud.
He leaned down and got close to my ear, "I need to be alone with you, Kevin. I refuse to have our first kiss in front of all of our co-workers."
I nodded and watched him pull out his wallet and toss money down on the table; it was more than enough to cover our bill. Then he slid out and waited for me to join him. I stood up and he grabbed my hand, pulling me with him as we made our way out of the bar.
The cool air hit my hot skin the second we opened the door. I wasn't sure where we were going, but Mark didn't let go and I just held on and followed. Neither of us spoke as we quickly made our way down the sidewalk. I finally took my eyes off Mark long enough to realize we were heading back to the hospital parking garage.
A minute later we entered the garage and were shrouded in darkness. He twirled around and pressed me gently against one of the large cement columns. A sliver of a moonbeam poured through an opening in the garage and I caught a glimpse of his face as he leaned down. The moonlight flashed against his eyes revealing his lust just before his lips brushed mine softly. I heard him whisper my name against my lips.
God, I loved hearing him say my name. I slid my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. This time when our lips met I felt Mark's body lean into me. His lips were hungry. Hot. He devoured me and I felt dizzy with the sensations he awakened in me. His lips parted and he slipped his tongue out and grazed my lower lip. I eagerly opened my mouth and invited him in. Our tongues twirled and danced with a wild need as our bodies began to rub against each other. I felt the hardness of him against me and my hands slid down to roam his back; touching every muscle, every contour. I needed to feel his skin and before I knew what I was doing, I had tugged his shirt from his jeans and snaked my hands up under the hem and on to the hot skin on his back.
Mark moaned into my mouth and pulled away a little. "You make me wild, Kev. You are in my thoughts every waking minute and you haunt my dreams at night." His whispered words were hot against my skin.
I could feel my heart beating hard in my chest. "You must be reading my thoughts, Mark. I can't get you out of my head, either," I whispered my confession back to him. I had never felt more alive. Every cell in my body was tingling.
He smiled down at me as we both realized we felt the same way and he kissed me hard again. I grabbed at him, trying to pull him into me. His lips pulled back a little and he placed kisses down my jaw, down my neck and stopped at the curve at my neck and sucked. I moaned. I knew he was marking me and it turned me on like never before.
I was losing control and knew it. The heat between us was so intense. I wondered if he knew I would do anything for him. I thrust my hips into him and knew he felt my throbbing cock. He groaned and pulled back to stare into my eyes. His eyes were hazy with lust and I was pretty sure my eyes mirrored his.
He pulled back even farther and raked his fingers through his hair. "Fuck! I didn't expect this. I thought maybe I could get you out of my system with a kiss or two."
My heart froze. What was he saying?
"Kev, look...we need to slow things down." He sighed.
Slow things down?
"Look, I'm just going to be direct, ok?" He looked back into my eyes.
"Of course, please do." I know my voice was a little icy, but I could feel the brush-off happening and it pissed me off. Apparently, my cool answer didn't register with him.
"Okay, it's like this. I don't date. Haven't for a long time. I decided about two years ago I wanted the whole package: a relationship that was true. And it wasn't fair to lead someone on, so I made a pledge that until I found someone that I felt I could share my life with I would distance myself from sex because I think sex can cloud a person's judgement when it comes to feelings."
"What are you saying, Mark?" I was having trouble following him. He didn't like sex? Maybe I wasn't hearing right.
"I'm celibate, Kevin."
Fuuuck! As in he didn't have sex. As in, all my fantasies are forever doomed to be just that. Wait, maybe he was feeding me a line of bullshit. That thought pissed me off.
"Listen, Mark, if you don't want to see me, just say it. Don't make-"
"Not see you?!" He stared at me like I was nuts. "No, that's not what I'm saying, Kevin." He paced a little as he muttered under his breath. Finally he stopped in front of me again and gently placed his hands on my cheeks and pulled a little closer. "No, Kevin. It's just the opposite. I knew there was an attraction between us and I tried to resist, but now I know you're the one. The one man for me."
My head was spinning. What did he mean 'the one'? He must have sensed my confusion because he leaned in and brushed his lips against mine in a sweet, soft kiss.
"I'm not crazy, Kevin. I believe in love. I believe you and I have a chance at something amazing here, and I don't want to ruin it by jumping in to bed together right away. I want to go slow. Take our time to get to know each other. I want to... Well, for lack of a better word, I want to court you."
My jaw must have hit the floor because he stared at me for a long time before finally asking me what I thought.
I was having trouble wrapping my head around it all, but he seemed very serious. And for some crazy reason, I believed he was right. There was something between us that we needed to allow to grow. Was it love? I only knew that I had never felt this way about anyone in my life.
A slow grin spread across my face. "Does this mean we can still kiss?"
He laughed and threw his arms around me. I felt him pick me up off the ground as he kissed me quickly. "Yes, Kev, we can kiss. Let's just make a pact to wait until the time is right to go farther, okay?"
I nodded. It was going to be hard, though. I wanted him inside me even more now. My desire had only grown with his sweet declarations. I saw a lot of solo sessions in my future, but if Mark wanted to build a future together based on more than physical attraction, I was in.
"So, courting, huh?" I grinned.
He laughed. "I am going to sweep you off your feet, Kev."
I could live with that.
My alarm cut through the silence and tore me away from a fantastic dream. I groaned and hit the snooze button and curled back up under the comforter. I let my mind drift back to last night and smiled as I remembered my evening with Mark.
After his passionate speech about dating and being celibate and courting...did he really use the word courting!?... Mark had kissed me into oblivion. I have never been kissed senseless in my life and I couldn't wait until I could see him again.
When I arrived home last night, I was floating on air. I know, I know. A 6' tall man probably doesn't float on air too often, but there I was. I don't think I stopped smiling even while I slept. And I certainly couldn't stop smiling this morning. My body was still sizzling from his touch and I was going to have to do something about this morning wood or I wouldn't make it through the day comfortably.
I slid my hand down my stomach and under the elastic waistband of my sleep pants and adjusted my hard-on so I could stroke it gently. I closed my eyes and imagined it was Mark's hand stroking me gently and I moaned. God, it was going to be difficult to go slowly with him!
My strokes grew faster as I remembered how it felt to be pressed against him, feeling his hardness against my hips. He was so incredibly sexy and sweet. God, I wanted to see his lips on my cock! I came quickly as I imagined him with me.
I lay in bed panting as I felt myself come back to the here and now and felt a little disappointed knowing he was off today and I wouldn't see him at the office. We hadn't made any concrete plans to get together again, although I knew we would.
I grabbed my t-shirt off over my head and used it to clean myself up a little, before tossing it on the ground. I needed to get up and moving around to start my day. As I swung my legs around and off the side of the bed, I heard the doorbell chime.
Who the hell would be ringing the bell this early? If it was that neighbor looking for her damn cat again, I might just scream. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against cats, but my neighbor was another story. She was always losing the thing and I swear, I think it ran away to get a break every once in a while. The woman was a nut.
I didn't bother to check through the peep hole and was shocked to see Mark standing there holding two large cups of coffee in his hands and a bag of something balanced on his forearm.
"Hi!" I swear, I almost swooned. It could have been from the welcome scent of coffee, but I imagine it was the sight of Mark. "Come in, come in!" I pushed back the door and waved him in and took the bag from his arm before it fell and he leaned down to kiss me on the cheek as he entered. A sweet, completely chaste kiss, and yet it shot directly to my dick. I felt like a horn dog.
"Good-morning. I hope you don't mind the early interruption. I seemed to remember you saying you couldn't start your day without strong coffee." He held it out, smiling at me. I took and breathed it in.
"Wow, this smells great." I smiled back and led him to the kitchen area in my condo, setting the bag on the bar.
Mark slid onto a stool and opened the bag, revealing two large, fresh cinnamon rolls from the bakery down the road. Within minutes we were sipping coffee, eating cinnamon rolls and chatting away. For the first time in my life, I felt pure happiness. There was nothing more I needed or wanted than to start my day with Mark for the rest of my life. I grinned as he leaned over to wipe some of the cream cheese frosting off the side of my mouth.
His eyes crinkled as he laughed. "Your hair is sticking up all over, baby. Did I wake you up?"
He called me baby. I was wrong. Now, there was nothing more I needed or wanted! He called me baby. I was his and he was letting me know.
That morning set the tone for our new relationship. Conversation came easy with each other; there was no ulterior motive from each of us. We both genuinely wanted to get to know each other. I began to see his side a little more. Taking sex out of the equation for now was not a bad idea. Mark was so sweet to me and I had never felt so cared for.
Mark stayed true to his word; he did everything under the sun to sweep me off my feet. Over the next four weeks he called me up and invited me on dates, he sent me flowers (blue and white carnations with a Royals baseball flag in the center!), and he even joined me at several Royals games. We found an Italian restaurant on the Plaza that he and I loved and started making it a weekly event. I can honestly say, I have never had a restaurant I could refer to as "our place" with anyone. I loved it when we would arrive and the staff greeted us as family as if they had just been waiting for us to show up. It was nice. A private little secret we shared with them. We could hold hands, talk softly and enjoy the romantic music without anyone looking twice at us. The atmosphere was very friendly and open and we quickly became fans.
After dinner, we would stroll hand-in-hand and take a look at the many fountains that the Kansas City Plaza was famous for. Sometimes we stopped in at a few of the shops, but more often than not, we just window-shopped. It was fun getting to know what each other liked and disliked.
We ended each evening with kisses that still sent currents of electricity shooting through my system. I couldn't get enough of him and it was obvious he felt the same way. But at the end of each evening, we parted ways with our relationship still... virtuous, shall we say...
He surprised me several days a week with coffee until it finally became an everyday occurrence. I told him I could make coffee for us, but he said not to worry about it. I think he enjoyed the coffee from this bakery. Of course, if he kept bringing me these sweets every morning, I was going to have to really up my workout game!
We started eating lunch together whenever possible, and I overheard Heather telling another co-worker that we were "cute". I am not sure cute was the correct description for two men 6' and over with muscles and broad shoulders. Brawny, maybe. Sexy would be nice, too. But hey, if they wanted to call us cute, who was I to stop them?
I loved that I Mark would send me texts throughout the day, just letting me know he was thinking about me. Nothing earth-shattering, but the messages gave me those silly warm fuzzies I had heard about, but never really experienced. I had never had anyone pursue me with so much earnest. This courting thing was underrated as far as I was concerned. Why society ever gave up on it is beyond me.
It wasn't just one-sided, mind you. I did everything I could to show him how much I cared for him, too. I showed him around Kansas City, taught him how to play golf (which I love) and even surprised him with tickets to a concert at the Midland Theatre that he was dying to go see.
Mark and I grew closer over those first few weeks and when we weren't working or together, we were on the phone with each other. Usually late at night. Whenever it was time to get off the phone, I felt like a teenager; neither wanted to hang up the phone first.
The slow burn was getting to us, though. There were times I felt like I was going to explode if I didn't feel his hands on me soon. On me, in me... you get my drift. I was ready for this drought to end. And he was sending me some pretty heated stares this past week when he would see me at the office. I think he was ready for the next step as much as I was.
And then yesterday he had stopped by on his break to surprise me. I grinned when I saw him standing in the doorway, but rather than smile back and sit on the corner of my desk as he normally did at these stop-ins, he slipped inside and closed the door behind him. I heard the lock click and glanced back at him.
Good god, the desire in his eyes was intense. I was still in my office chair behind my desk as I watched him walk over to me. Actually, walk is not the right word. I would say he stalked over to me. He looked at me as if he was an animal that hadn't eaten in some time and had come upon a particularly delicious morsel of food. He literally licked his lips as he reached me and yanked me up by my shoulders to a standing position.
I barely had time to register what was going on before his lips landed on mine and he began devouring me. He took no mercy. His tongue pushed inside me and took possession as his hands slid down my back and settled on my waist.
This kiss was different. It was urgent and demanding. I could feel him simmering just under the surface and knew he was close to losing control. As much as I wanted him to tear off my scrubs and bend me over my desk, I knew we needed to pull ourselves together before we passed the point of no return.
And then he slid both of his hands down and cupped my ass. Hard. I came undone. I moaned and thrust up into his hips and in seconds we were grinding on each other. Mark pulled away a little and let his tongue travel down my neck until he found that little sweet spot at the curve of my neck. He knew how to drive me crazy and when I felt him suck the skin up into his mouth, I knew he was leaving a mark. It made me wild and I grabbed his ass and cried out his name as quietly as possible.
"Mark! God, I want you, Mark." My voice was strained.
He moaned into my neck and pressed his hips into me hard. His breathing was ragged and I could feel his heart racing under his shirt. The speed of my heart was a close match to his, possibly faster. I was about to pull one of those 'swipe everything off the desk onto the floor' moves so he could take me right there but he pulled away. I almost cried out NO, but I knew that we needed to stop. He was right.
He leaned his forehead against mine and we looked into each other's eyes as we grappled with the desire to tear each other's clothes off.
"Kevin," Mark whispered, his voice husky, "I need you. I...I can't spend another day without making love with you."
"Please, Mark," I whimpered. "I need you, too. Take me, Mark. Make me yours."
He groaned and thrust against me. "You have no idea what you do to me," he growled. "I find myself doing something at home or at work and then all I can think about is you and how I need to take you in my arms and kiss you."
I sighed. Mark was definitely a romantic and his words sent my heart fluttering.
It was with great pain that we pulled apart and he slipped out the door. I stayed in my office a while as I waited for my body to regain some composure. But, I knew we couldn't push the next step off any longer. We had waited as long as we could.
I wanted to make sure our first time was special. I knew it would be special just because it would be us; the two of us finally joined as one. But, he had made a commitment to withhold from sex for so long, I knew he might be nervous. And the closer I had grown to him, the more I realized he was a romantic at heart. Well, if he wanted romance, he was going to get romance!
That night, I stopped by the store and picked up candles. Lots and lots of candles. Pillars. Tapers. Tea lights. Who knew there were so many kinds? I had to get candlesticks and holders, too. And rose petals. The silk kind. To my chagrin, I had to ask a salesperson where to find those. I also grabbed a bottle of wine and called ahead to our place on the Plaza and asked if they took orders for take-out. They said no at first, but when they realized it was me, they changed their minds and allowed me to order our favorites. I thanked and let them know when I would be by to pick it up.
I texted Mark and told him to come by my place after work so we could have dinner in tonight. We had planned on going out to dinner and a movie, but I hoped he wouldn't mind the change.
He texted me back immediately and told me that sounded perfect. Suddenly, I felt nervous. And sweaty. I needed a shower.
Over the next hour, I was a man on a mission. I showered, changed my sheets, tossed rose petals on the bed, picked up the Italian food and set the table. I dressed in my faded Levi's and a dark turquoise shirt that I knew looked good on me. Well, at least according to my friend, Molly. Mark had texted me he was on the way over, so I lit candles all over the dining area and in the bedroom. I poured the wine and when the bell rang, I met him at the door with a glass.
He smiled as he took it from me and leaned down to kiss my cheek. "Hi, baby."
I smiled, suddenly a little nervous. "Hi."
He looked around and took in the ambience: candles lit, lights turned low, jazz music playing. Then he looked at the table and smiled. "You went to our place?"
Happy he noticed, I nodded. "Yes. They don't usually do take-out orders, but I told them it was a special night and they were happy to help."
Mark stood about two feet away from me and grinned. "Special night, huh?" His voice may have sounded teasing, but the slow, sultry look he gave me as he looked me up and down told me he knew what was going on.
He placed his glass down on the entry way table. We moved towards each other and he folded me in his arms, my face settling into his neck. I breathed him in and let his essence envelope me as one of his hands trailed light feather touches up and down my back.
"Kevin," he whispered. "I need you to know something before we go any farther."
My heart froze. Fear gripped me and I waited for him to continue. He reached down and cupped my chin, drawing me up until I was looking into his eyes. Unshed tears lapped at his lashes and I braced myself for what he was going to tell me.
"Yes?" My voice was trembling.
He stared at me for a moment, before finally speaking, his voice trembling. "Kevin you are an amazing man. I need you to know that I have fallen completely and utterly in love with you." He smiled. "I have never felt like this in my life, and I need you to know that there is no one else for me."
I felt tears well up in my eyes and leaned in for a kiss, but he held his index finger up and pressed it against my lips.
"Wait, I need to get this all out," he whispered. "Your kiss will make me forget myself."
I nodded to go on. He really looked nervous and I he was quiet for so long, I worried. But, he finally spoke again.
"Kevin, I know it's only been a short time since we met, but I want to share everything with you. My love, my life...everything. I can't breathe without you anymore. I love you so much it hurts to be away from you." His voice cracked as he poured his soul out to me. "I love you with my whole heart."
I cried along with him. "Mark, I love you, too. You are the most important person in my life and I want the same things you do. I want to be together. I love you so much, Mark."
We both smiled and I laughed a little, not because it was funny, but because I was so deliriously happy.
He leaned down and softly brushed his lips against mine. He pulled back and nuzzled my neck, letting his tongue lick lightly up to my earlobe before he gently suckled it. He knew that drove me crazy and I moaned. "Mark..." I whispered.
"Kevin, I need you." His words were hot whispers on my neck and I moaned again. He upped his assault on my senses as he brought his hands up to my hair and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. He was showing me there was no going back now. He was in control and he was making me his tonight. I melted into the kiss and felt his tongue brazenly sweep into my mouth and taste me. One of his hands snaked down my back and cupped my ass and squeezed.
"Yes! Touch me, Mark." I cried out. I wanted skin on skin; I hadn't felt his skin since that night in the parking garage. I brought my hands down and tugged at his shirt, pulling it from his waistband quickly and letting my hands slide up under the soft fabric.
His skin was hot, pulsing with heat from the contact. The smooth, silky skin on his back moved over steely muscles as I felt every dip and contour. My fingers played down his spine and he groaned loudly. Before I knew what was happening, he pulled us apart and yanked his shirt off over his head, letting it land at his feet. Suddenly I was facing his naked chest and my first thought was DAMN! My second was, I hoped I wasn't drooling.
God, he had a mass of dark, curly hair covering his pecs that narrowed as it traveled down his hard stomach and disappeared into his waistband. I yanked my shirt off and threw it down on the ground before I dove in to his chest.
I started with my hands on his waist and raked my nails lightly up his stomach. He felt like granite. Hot, sexy granite. When I reached all that wonderful thick hair, I let my fingers slide through it. I heard him moan as I skimmed a finger over his taut nipple. Encouraged by that, I flicked my tongue out and licked it.
"Oh, god, Kev." He moaned.
It seems I had found a sensitive spot. I leaned in and suckled that hard nipple, teasing it with my teeth, before pulling back and moving to the side. His head fell back and he moaned my name. My hands slid around and cupped his ass. Oh, god... perfection. I wanted more.
"Mark," I pulled back and panted. "I can't wait any longer! I need you, Mark. I need you inside me."
He froze for a second and I looked up at him. He looked shocked for a minute. "You want me to..."
I nodded my head. I didn't care if I sounded like I was begging. "I need you to make me yours."
He leaned in and captured my mouth with his and suddenly pulled me hard against him. Our bodies began sliding against each other and while his mouth assaulted my lips, our hands were everywhere. The gentleness was gone. It was raw. Powerful. Desperate. I moaned into his mouth as he grabbed my pants and popped the top button. Then he lowered the zipper and I reached for his, but he stopped me for a second, pulling back so he could help me step out of my pants.
Soon they were pooled at the floor near the shirts, and I had toed off my socks and shoes. I stood in my boxer briefs, which were having trouble holding in my erection. He stepped back and gazed at me. His eyes were dark and he looked at me with lust which only made my dick twitch and ache to be released from its cotton prison.
"Fuck! You are the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on, baby." His voice was gravelly. Husky. He reached for my hand and pulled me down the hall, heading to the bedroom. I willingly went along and almost bumped into him when he stopped in the doorway.
"Kev, it's beautiful. You did this for us?" Mark whispered as his gaze scanned the bedroom. The candles added a warm glow to the room, illuminating the rose petals strewn across the bed and on the floor. He turned to face me and pulled me in to his arms. "It's beautiful."
I blushed. I normally couldn't care less if there were candles or rose petals or even a damn UFO in my bedroom. All I wanted was Mark. But, he craved romance and I wanted to make sure he knew how important he was to me. It didn't matter that right now I wanted was hot, sweaty sex with him. He needed to feel special. And he did. I could see it in his eyes.
He pulled me into an embrace and soon we were grinding against each other. Our naked chests were rubbing against each other and I was going crazy over the feeling of all that thick chest hair sliding against me. His lips were all over my face and neck and my body felt like I was on fire. He pulled me backwards with him a few steps and then turned around and pushed me onto the bed. I landed in a pile of rose petals and some of them jumped into the air, swirling around until they landed back on the bed.
Mark and I looked at each other and laughed. "Okay," he said, "I think we need to get rid of the petals." He reached over and plucked one from my hair. I laughed again.
"Agreed," I said. I stood back up and we pulled the comforter down, leaving just the sheets. I looked up at him and smiled as I sat back down on the edge of the bed. Eye level with his crotch. And the bulge underneath that fly was exactly what I wanted. God, I wanted to taste him. I glanced at him and saw that he was watching me, wondering what I was going to do next.
Using one hand, I cupped his cock through the fabric and he moaned. I loved to hear him moan. It was so primal; so deep and animalistic. Fuck, he was hot! I quickly undid his belt and pants and had them sliding down in seconds. I slid my fingers under the elastic waistband of his boxers and slid them down slowly, revealing a very hard, thick and pulsing cock. I yanked them down farther and his dick slapped up against his stomach. Damn. He was big. At least 8" and so thick. Uncut. He was beautiful. He leaned on me to help pull his pants off the rest of the way until he stood in front of me, completely naked. I smiled when I saw all the precum his cock was oozing. I couldn't help it, I lapped at it.
"Fuck, baby," he groaned. "Do that again..."
I didn't need to be told twice. I licked the engorged head again, while my hand gripped him at the base. I loved the taste of him. I knew he would taste good. I slid my other hand down and cupped his full, heavy balls as I slid my tongue down his shaft. He instinctively tried to push into my mouth and I parted my lips and sucked the mushroom tip into my wet mouth.
"Fuck!" he cried out as he grabbed my hair. "Yes!"
I slid him farther into my mouth, swirling my tongue as I did, letting him feel every hot, wet stroke. At the same time I fondled his balls, gently tugging on his nuts. He moaned my name over and over, which just spurred me on.
I let go of his balls and slid that hand around and grabbed his ass, pulling him closer to me, so that his cock pushed against the back of my throat. It had been a long time since I gave a blow job, unfortunately, so I felt my gag reflex kick in. I pulled him back a little and let myself taste him while I mentally readied myself. I slid him back out all the way and heard him whisper, "No!" I knew he didn't want to hurt me.
But, I sucked him back in, pulling him deep, and when he hit my throat, I swallowed and he moved deeper. I felt his bushy hair at my nose and his heavy balls pressed against my chin. I breathed in the scent of him and my cock throbbed.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he cried out. "Kevin! This is the best... most incredible..."
I sucked him and let him pull back and then in again, until I could hear his breathing grew more ragged and I felt his ass clench and his cock swelled even more.
"Kevin, I'm going to cum."
I knew he was giving me a warning, but I wanted his cum more than I could say. I pulled out all the stops and swallowed him deep again, then pulling him out until the head was pressed against my tongue. My hand stroked him up and down, up and down.
"Kevin." He tried to warn me again.
I pulled him out long enough to say, "Give it to me. Give me every drop, Mark. Cum in my mouth, baby!"
I slid my lips around his cock just as the first shot of hot creamy cum landed in my mouth.
"Ungh, Kevin. Kevin!" He cried out as his throbbing cock spurted out at least six more times, landing on my tongue. I savored the salty and slightly sweet flavor of him before I swallowed and then I licked his cock all around, searching for every drop. Finally, I let him fall from my lips and I looked up at him again. He still had his head thrown back. His legs were beginning to shake and I wrapped my arms around him, supporting him while he recovered.
He finally looked down and smiled.
"Good?" I asked. Damn, why did I ask that? I didn't want to sound like I was insecure; like I needed his approval.
"Good? Fucking incredible!" He exclaimed as he raked his hands through his hair. "The. Best. Ever."
I smiled and scooted back onto the bed, until my head hit a pillow and then I turned my body lengthwise. He still stood, as if almost afraid to move, so I patted the bed next to me.
"Join me," I whispered.
He wasted no time and crawled into bed next to me, leaning over me and kissing me softly. I pulled him towards me and we held each other tightly, letting our tongues dance and our hands touch wherever we dared. I still wore my boxers and when his hand ran down to my crotch, he sat up.
"These need to go!" He declared and tugged them off. I suddenly felt very naked and very vulnerable. He was openly staring at my cock and reached down to stroke it.
"Oh, god," I said. "Touch me. I need you Mark."
"Did you mean it earlier when you said you wanted me inside of you?" he whispered.
"More than I want anything in this life. I don't just want you inside, Mark. I need you inside. If you don't take me soon, I may lose my fucking mind."
He stroked me harder. Faster. I moaned.
"You like that, baby?" He whispered. "Do you like my hand on your big hard cock?"
"Yes," I whispered back, his words pushing all my buttons.
He leaned in and kissed my neck. "What else does my baby like?" His hot breath was killing me. I needed him and slid my arms around him tightly, trying to pull him closer.
He leaned down and lapped at my nipple and I thrust my hips up into him. He chuckled.
"I think my baby likes that."
"Fuck, yeah. I like everything you do, Mark. Everything and anything you do." I moaned out.
"Everything? Hmm, that's interesting." He whispered. I opened my eyes and looked at him. His eyes were hazy with lust and I wondered what he was thinking.
"Mark, please..." I started.
"Please, what?" he whispered. "Please what, baby? Please suck your cock? Please fuck you? Please what?"
I shivered and moaned again.
"I think you like when I talk dirty, baby. Is that what you like?" His voice was deep and husky now. "Is it?"
"Yes!" I cried out my admission. "I know you are a romantic and you are so sweet and gentle and sexy, but I...I want you to fuck the hell out of me, Mark! Take me and fuck me. Fuck my ass until you fill me up with your hot load." I was ashamed of my outcry, but I couldn't help it. The words flew from my lips and I hoped I hadn't scared him. He was so quiet, I finally looked into his eyes again.
He was smiling. "You are the hottest, sexiest man I have ever met, Kevin." He licked his lips and watched me. He was killing me with his sexiness. "So," he teased, "you want to be fucked?"
I nodded, feeling the flush creep across my face.
He leaned down until his mouth nearly touched my ear. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Kevin! And when I'm done, my cum will be dripping out of your ass. But, that's what you want, isn't it? You want my cum inside you, don't you?"
"Yes!" I cried out. "Fuck me, Mark. Please. Please." I was losing my mind.
He grinned. "Lube?"
He grabbed the bottle and set it on the bed. "Flip over onto your stomach, baby."
I shuddered. I was finally going to get what I have wanted for so long. I hurried to do as he told me and I folded my arms under my pillow.
"Your ass is incredible, baby. So fucking sexy," he murmured as he began kneading both cheeks. I groaned into my pillow and felt my dick get even harder.
He climbed over me and nudged my legs apart with his knee. "Spread your legs, baby," he ordered.
I didn't need to be told twice and I spread them out, allowing him to settle on his knees between my thighs. I felt him reach up across my back as he grabbed another pillow.
"Lift up a little," he said. When I did, he slid the pillow under my hips, which put my ass on display for him. "Oh, so hot, Kev!" He growled out. His hands roamed my back and my ass cheeks and he had me moaning as his touch made my skin sizzle. Suddenly, he gripped my ass cheeks with both hands and spread them. And then his tongue was there. Licking my puckered hole. Oh, my god, he was rimming me!
"Yes!" I cried out as my hips lifted off the bed and pushed into his face. He moaned.
"You fucking taste amazing," he moaned into my ass and ate me out so passionately, I thought I was going to pass out. Never have I been rimmed like that. His tongue was hot and wet and perfect. And then he slid it inside my ass and I lost all rational thought. He darted that tongue in and out of me, over and over as I writhed underneath him. I know words came out of my mouth, but I have no idea what they were.
When he pulled back, I whimpered and tried to push back into his mouth, but instead I suddenly felt his cold, wet finger at my hole. He pushed and I his lubed finger popped into my ass.
I groaned and began to push back and forth, trying to get him to finger fuck me.
"I think you like that." He whispered. "You like my finger inside your ass, baby?"
I groaned as he moved that finger around, stretching and teasing me. And then there was a second lubed finger and he began scissoring inside me and I was out of my mind, it felt so good.
After a few minutes, he slid a third finger inside my ass and I was forcefully bucking back into him and moaning. He knew it was time and pulled out.
"No!" I cried out. I felt so empty. "I need you, Mark."
He leaned over my back and whispered, "I love you, Kevin."
I smiled as I heard him. He loved me. And he was mine.
"Please..." I practically sobbed out. "Please Mark. I need you inside of me."
I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance as he lined up behind me. He pushed hard and I felt him pop inside. The pain was immediate and I cried out.
"Sh, baby." He murmured, staying still. "It will be okay soon."
I knew he was right. Even though he had readied me carefully, it had still been a long time since I had had a cock in my ass. The pain subsided very quickly and I found myself pushing back on his cock again, trying to pull him inside deeper.
He groaned. "God, you are so tight, Kev. You feel so good."
I moaned as he slowly, very slowly inched into my tight channel and suddenly he was buried deep. His balls were pressed against mine and it was one of the most erotic things I have ever experienced. I pushed back and tried to grind back on him. How had I been so wrong for so long? How had I denied myself this pleasure of having a hard cock buried in me? I felt one with him. The sensation was incredibly intense and I clenched my jaw as the waves of desire flooded me.
"Are you okay?" he asked quietly, his voice heavy with need. I knew he was trying to give me time to adjust. But I didn't need time.
"Fuck. Me. Now." I begged through my clenched teeth. I was so on edge.
Immediately, he pulled back until he was almost completely outside of me and then suddenly he plunged into me hard. He filled my ass up with his hard cock over and over with long, hard strokes. I cried out his name as he pumped into me.
"Fuck, you are so tight, baby! So hot and sexy!" Mark had his hands on my hips and was holding tightly as he banged into me. And then I felt it. He hit my prostate and my whole body shuddered.
"Fuck, yeah! That's it, Mark!"
"Oh, you like that, do you?" I felt him pull out and slam against my sweet spot again and suddenly I was begging him to cum. I couldn't control myself.
"Fill my ass up with your cum, Mark. Give it to me. Shoot it all into me!"
His moans were getting louder and his balls slapped against me over and over. All of a sudden he reached around and grabbed my dick and stroked me hard and fast. I was so close to orgasm.
"Yes, yes. Stroke me, Mark!"
I felt his cock swell and his body tense and suddenly he shot his hot, creamy load deep inside my ass and I was flooded with heat. I felt his cock pulse and shoot several times. In seconds I felt myself cum. I shot my load onto the bed as colors exploded in front of me. I heard Mark crying out my name, but I was still coming down and all I could do was press my head into the pillow and reach back and grab his hand. He had collapsed on me, but kept his weight on his arms so he didn't crush me.
When I came back to earth, I pulled him down on top of me. I wasn't worried about being crushed. I wanted him close. I needed him close. I had just experienced the most incredible sex of my life. I was sated, drained and couldn't quit smiling.
Mark nuzzled the back of my neck as he rolled to the side of me and pulled me into his arms so we were spooning. Neither of us cared about the mess we were in; it was more important to stay in each other's arms.
His heart thudded so hard, I could feel it against my back. We breathed in as one as we let what had just happen settle into us. He pulled me closer and kissed my neck.
"I love you, Kevin."
I turned in his arms and smiled at him. He was sweaty and his hair was a mess and he never looked sexier to me. I kissed his lips softly as I looked into his eyes.
"I love you, too, Mark." I knew in my heart I always would. There was no other man for me. He was my soulmate.
We held on to each other that night as we slipped into a deep sleep, safe in each other's arms. This would become our nightly ritual; our bodies wound around each other as we slept. We were one.
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