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 pry 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. Red hot and sensitive, a slight touch from Oliver, fingers over the head, down the shaft to the base, a slight tightening of the grip. He gave in to the man’s touch, felt their hairy legs rub against each other as Oliver moved closer behind him, his hard dick at his hole. He grunted and tried to relax as he felt the other man push against him and slowly, very slowly push inside until he was all the way to his balls.
That’s when he felt Oliver’s hand on the back of his head to push his face down into the mattress and he gave in to it. One side of his face against the cool bed sheet he surrendered to the man who worked himself into a rhythm, his balls slapped against Mark’s taint.
“I want you to remember me,” Oliver said.
“I definitely will now,” Mark replied.
“Do you love this? Do you love getting fucked?”
“I do,” Oliver confessed into the bed.
Oliver pushed against him harder and faster, his balls slapping, harder and faster until the bed was squeaking and the headboard was hitting the wall. Mark felt himself relax with the sensation of a dick in his ass even as his skin tightened and warmed. His ears burned, his cheeks flushed, his lips sensitive, and his nipples became hard, sensitive points as they rubbed against the bed. He reached back with one hand and grabbed his dick. It wouldn’t take much more.
Oliver reached up over his shoulder to his chin, his probing fingers found their way to Mark’s lips, then inside his mouth past his teeth. He sucked at them. He loved the feelings, the sensations. Harder and faster, he heard a slap against his ass and felt it a moment later, another slap on the other cheek. Oliver pulled his fingers out of his mouth and grabbed hold of his shoulder, each shoulder, as he pushed him into the bed and deeper inside, all of the way. And that’s when he felt it. He heard the man groan and felt fingers dig into his flesh, moments later Oliver ejaculated deep inside of him and he took hold of his own sensitive dick, fingers at the tip, slippery with his own ejaculate, his own orgasm imminent, then it happened.
A moment of pleasure and pain, breathless and unstoppable, no past and no future just that moment. He felt as if the core of his being was being released through his dick as his muscles tightened. A moment later he quivered and felt weak before falling to the bed as he felt Oliver pull out and move to lay beside him so they could stare into each other’s eyes. They smiled at each other, Mark flat against the bed, his dick against his belly surrounded by a pool of his own ejaculate, his ass felt used as his hole tried to regain its former shape, a familiar pain that wasn’t completely unpleasant. Oliver sighed and caught his breath before reaching back over to his ass, put two probing fingers between his cheeks to his aching hole as if to claim it again and make sure Mark knew who had just fucked it.
“Did you like that?” Oliver asked.
“Yes,” Mark said.
“I’m sorry I didn’t pull out but I just got so into it, so into you I didn’t want out. You’re so warm and welcoming. There have been very few like you who could really take my dick.”
Mark laughed nervously at what the man had told him. It was a compliment, but not the normal kind, a compliment of his sexual capability. And it was intimidating so he turned away but Oliver wouldn’t have it and promptly slapped him on the butt playfully.
“Look at me,” he said, “I want to see you. I love seeing you this way.”
Mark turned his face back to Oliver. His body slowly relaxed, what had been warm became cold and messy. He felt Oliver’s hand return to his ass, his fingers back at his hole to probe his opening.
“That was a lot of fun,” Mark said.
“Would you want to do it again?”
“Of course,” Mark said.
“What else would you want to do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t you have some other fantasies?”
“Many,” Mark said.
“Tell me,” Oliver said.
And just like that, naked on his stomach with another man probing his battered hole he felt himself confessing some of his darkest fantasies, things he had thought up at different, random moments of his life, actions and feelings, notions that had solidified in his thoughts at night before he fell asleep. What if this happened, what if someone did this to me, not just one man but several men, different men, encounters with strangers that turned into something sexual. He told Oliver about his fantasies as they lay there until he exhausted himself and just when he thought the man had gotten bored he propped himself up on his elbows and began to apologize.
“Not that this wasn’t fun, not that you’re not enough,” Mark said.
“Don’t worry about it,” Oliver said before moving to kiss him on the lips. “We all have fantasies and maybe sometimes they can come true. I’ve lived out many of mine. You should get a chance to live out yours.”
“But I like this. I like you. What we did, I mean,-” he blushed “-it was amazing, last night with the foreplay and the little, you know games, and this morning, you just took me like that, I’ve never, you know, had that before and it’s still early in the morning. I haven’t had breakfast yet and I still need to go to work.”
“Speaking of which, let’s get you cleaned up,” Oliver said before slapping him on the ass. He rolled away and got to his feet.
“Oh really,” Mark said before sliding from the bed and getting up behind Oliver. He wrapped his arms around the man from behind, felt his hairy chest, his muscles and pulled him close until his dick was nearly against Oliver’s butt though their height difference was completely evident he still loved the feeling of the man’s skin, their skin rubbing together. He loved the smell of the man, the musky odor of cologne but something else too, his sweat.
They stood like that for a moment before Oliver pulled him along to the bathroom and they made their way to the shower, his confessions nearly forgotten.
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