My Boys

It's safe to say that I did nothing but think about my encounter with Mark for the rest of the day. That, and fantasize about what was to come that evening. I think I sat around with a constant hard-on all afternoon. I resisted the urge to masturbate because I knew my release would be that much better if I waited.

I took two showers throughout the day. Almost more to pass time than to actually bathe. But still, I wanted to be perfectly fresh for tonight.

To be honest I didn't really know what to expect. In the not so distant past, I had hooked up with four guys. But it was all very in the moment, unexpectedness. There was never a mutual understanding beforehand that something was going to happen. It kinda made me nervous.

Most of those nerves vanished when I opened the door at 7:00PM, and saw Mark standing there, flashing his perfect smile.

"Hey Shane, what's up?" he greeted.

"Not too much, just hanging around," I said, being casual. You would never know what we had planned. "Come on in. You want a drink or a snack?"

"I'm good, thanks."

I lead him into my room and we found ourselves sitting on the couch in my studio apartment. A few awkward seconds passed.

"So...how was work?" I asked.

Mark laughed, "Are we really gonna beat around the bush like this?"

I smiled, "I don't know. I don't really know how to go about this. It's kind of a new venue. Ya know...you...and me."

"Relax, we're friends here. It's just two friends having some fun. We don't have to be weird about it. Hell, it's not like it's all brand new for us."

I recalled the events that unfolded that morning in my car. The feeling of his warm, wet lips wrapped firmly around my cock...the most intense orgasm I could remember having. My body was starting to react to the memory. Mark was quick to notice.

"Now you're getting it," he smirked. "Enough small talk."

Two things happened then that caught me off guard. First was Mark reaching over and placing his hand on my ever expanding crotch. But even more surprising was when he leant forward and captured my lips with his own. I swear I sat there for a full minute dumbstruck and immobile while he smooched and squeezed away. It was just all so surreal.

Finally though, my body and mind got to the same page, and I was now feverishly returning the kiss and grinding against his groping hand.

Mark pulled away slightly, "I was beginning to worry you weren't really into this."

I pressed another wet kiss to his lips before reaching over and grabbing his own erection through his jeans.

"Does this answer your question?" I asked.

"It's a start."

Our makeout session continued, tongues battling for dominance in each other's mouths. All the while, massaging one another's groins. I noticed he had begun working on unfastening my belt.

"Hold on dude, you already did your thing this morning," I reminded. "Let me at least return the favor."

I didn't have to tell him twice. Mark ceased working on my pants and instead leaned back into the couch offering up his bulging lap. I made quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans, exposing green checkered boxers underneath. Mark lifted his hips slightly to allow me to ease his pants and underwear down. I watched intently and tried not to drool as his happy trail turned into a dark, well groomed bush. Soon after, the base of his cock appeared. I knew from feeling it through his pants that Mark was well endowed. This was confirmed as I got a look at his thick shaft appearing. It almost rivaled Will's monster.

On top of its thickness, the length just seemed to keep on going the more I pulled down his pants. Seven and a half inches later, the large head snapped up from the waistband of his boxers. I finally had him fully exposed and ripe for the taking.

I must have been staring (and probably drooling) too long, because Mark playfully whacked me on the head.

"Are you just gonna look at it all day?" he laughed.

Oh no, I definitely had other plans. Without a word, my head descended and my tongue made a slippery trail from his nutsack all the way up the length before swirling around the head, already moist with precum. Mark shuddered slightly at the sensation. That egged me on, and I went ahead and engulfed the head, easing my way down as far as I could go. I got about half of it in before it filled me with its girth.

Since I knew I wasn't going to be able to deep throat the whole thing, I settled with using my mouth on the top half and then brought my hands to stroke the bottom. Up and down, up and down, mouth and hand, until a nice rhythm was established, kept in beat by Mark's labored breaths and constant moans. One of my hands moved down to finger his sac, rolling the balls around a little. I could tell he enjoyed that as he began slowly thrusting his hips, pushing the thick meat more and more into my waiting mouth.

My own dick was throbbing in my pants. I wanted nothing more than to release it and start jacking off while I sucked on Mark. But I curbed that impulse and focused on the task at hand. I wanted to get Mark off.

With that goal in mind, I increased my pace and suction. Mark probably thought I was trying to suck his insides out through his dick. I kept bobbing up and down for several minutes until I felt his balls pull up a little, and I knew he was close. I actually gave his nuts a squeeze and pulled off so I was only flicking my tongue rapidly over the enflamed ridge of his head. That was all it took. With a loud groan of pleasure, Mark's throbbing beast spasmed and squirted shot after shot of warm cum. Some caught on my wagging tongue, but most flew up onto his shirt covered chest. It seemed almost a full minute had passed before his body relaxed.

"Was that payback enough?" I asked, wiping some stray cum off my chin.

"That...was...just the beginning," he breathed.

As he regained his composure, Mark stripped his now soaked shirt off his body. My dick pulsed at the sight of his manly body. The guy had a great set of beefy pecs, and a pretty nice six-pack. A light sprinkling of black hair spread across his chest and down his stomach, where it met his still slightly hard 7.5 incher. The man was a god, and he was naked as the day he was born in my apartment. The only thing wrong with this picture was that I was still fully dressed, and it was becoming quite painful.

Mark noticed this as well. He pulled me up from the position I had been in and tore my shirt up over my head. I wasn't nearly as built as he was. Just a really skinny guy. But he didn't seem to mind, his eyes were still heavy with hunger. My pants were the next to go, followed quickly by my boxer-briefs. When my seven inch dick appeared, it had his standing at full attention again, so that the two met in the middle. It was as if they were having a sword fight.

"Aw, look, they like each other," Mark joked.

"Then we should let them get better acquainted."

With that, I pounced, and the two of us fell back on the couch, our naked bodies and throbbing hard-ons pressed firmly against one another. As we grinded back and forth, our mouths met again for a passionate kiss. Tongues battled for dominance while our cocks seemed to do the same. We were lost in the excitement of it all.

So lost that we didn't hear the knock at the door. Or even when the person knocking decided to just open it up and walk in.

"Oh. My. God."

But we definitely heard that.

AN: First of all, I apologize for the long hiatus. My new semester started and everything's been really hectic. Secondly, as mentioned in my last note, this is when the story enters the realm of fiction. I only wish this actually happened. Finally...I've decided to leave it up to you guys as to who walked into the room.

Here are the choices:
Tyler (my stepbrother)
Will (my old roommate)
Ben (my best friend)
Or someone new

The choice is yours! Simply put your vote in a review!