Mark awoke face down to the feeling of Oliver's warm body pressed against him, his dick between his cheeks. Mark reached down to his own dick, rubbed it down between his thighs, tickled the head. Oliver's warm breath against his neck. He felt Oliver kiss and press against him more until he was atop him, his hand trapped under his own body. Oliver kissed down his spine, ran his fingers along his sides.
Pressed into the bed, his head turned against the pillow he felt the weight of the man who kissed down between his cheeks, then his tongue came out and teased his hole. He rubbed at his dick, parted his cheeks. Oliver reached between his thighs, took hold of his dick, and tickled the head with his fingertips that became slick with ejaculate. Mark reached out with his free hand and took hold of the metal frame bars.
Oliver licked and kissed, pulled him up a little to get deeper. Mark felt the pleasure run up through his spine to his heart. His skin felt tight, sweat formed on his back. He pulled away, rubbed his dick against the bed, but Oliver wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him back up onto his knees. He followed the spit from his mouth as it ran down over his younger lover's balls. He took each one into his mouth and sucked on them before running his tongue down the shaft. He took Mark's dick in his mouth and pulled him up higher until his knees were under his chest, his throbbing dick between his thighs got trapped. He reached back with both hands and pulled on his cheeks. Oliver licked back up, sucked each testicle again, then up to the pink hole. He licked and sucked at the wrinkled opening, he touched his fingertips to it and continued to pull as he stuck his tongue inside. He loved the feeling of Mark opening to him.
"Oh my god." The words escaped Mark's lips. He felt a pleasure like never before as if his hole and his dick were the only parts of his body. Oscar continued to lick and suck, saliva ran down his thighs, over his balls. He was wet. He moaned and begged for more as fingertips begin to probe at his opening, his most sensitive part, his weakest part now vulnerable to another man. Mark writhed against the bed as he lifted his hips. His dick stuck down from his body in desperate need to feel anything, anything would do. Oscar gripped it and used it like a handle as he got up to his knees and pressed his own dick to the younger man's pink hole. He pushed inside until he was as far as he could go. He ran his free hand up Mark's sweaty back to his shoulder.
Mark felt like he was in pieces. Oscar's hand on his shoulder, another hand on his dick and his balls hung down against it, his stomach tightened, Oscar was inside him too. He could feel the muscles pried open, held open, every effort to close merely rubbed the invader, encouraged the invader. It was big and deep, tickled at that sensitive nerve in his body that made him feel like he was going to wet himself, shockwaves of pleasure that ran to the very top of his own dick. He bit at the pillow as he felt the other man begin to move. Oscar's balls slapped at his skin, his own balls, that's how low they were hung, his pubic hair tickled at the end of each thrust. He moaned and tried to speak but each time he felt his prostate get tickled the sounds could form because he was holding his breath. His face turned red, his lips and ears burned like hot coils. His legs strained to keep himself up. And he heard the headboard knock against the wall. His eyes tightly shut.
Then it happened. A rush of pleasure and pain, his dick that felt like it would never be satisfied twitched and it was the best orgasm of his life. He gulped and dug his fingernails into his thigh. Ejaculate shot out, thick at first then thin and watery, he was sure he had made a mess. Oscar kept at him though, kept pounding away as he pinched the bulbous head of his dick. He worked himself to his own orgasm, held himself inside until everything drained out. He leaned down against Mark. Their two bodies felt as if they had been melted together.
They eased down onto the mattress. Oscar kissed and nuzzled at Mark's neck until he regained his strength and began to pull away but Mark held onto him. He loved the feeling of the man on top of him, their warm bodies pressed together, his own body squashed against the cool sheet, his dick shriveled in a puddle of his own ejaculate.
"Stay like that. I don't want this to end," Mark said.
"What about work?"
"I'll call in sick," he answered.
"Me too," Oscar added.
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