From: an84095@anon.penet.fi (F. Beck)
Subject: Repost: Canyon Storm (Marky-Mark/Eric Nies Fantasy)
Date: Mon, 03 Jun 1996 16:09:37 GMT
The following story is a work of fiction containing explicit
descriptions of sexual activity between consenting male adults.
If you are offended by graphic descriptions of gay male sex
acts, or if you are underage, do NOT continue. Though the
characters are real celebrities, the story is fictional and
entirely a work of the author's imagination. This story may be
distributed freely as long as the disclaimer and header remain
intact. Comments and criticism welcomed, flames ignored.
"Canyon Storm"
(A Fantasy starring Eric Nies and Marky-Mark)
by F. Beck
The two young men stood at the base of the ravine, their
eyes shaded against the sun, as the helicopter rose in a swirl
of sand and grit, then turned and disappeared, speck-like, into
the sunset at the western edge of the canyon.
Eric turned to his companion. "Well, I guess that's it."
Mark shot his new friend a puzzled look. "What's the
matter, man? Havin' second thoughts?"
"Nah. Not really," Eric replied. "But when I agreed to this
deal I didn't count on spendin' the night in no fuckin' desert."
Eric wasn't exaggerating. In fact, he was reluctant about
the remote Arizona location from the start, and was even ready
to turn down the job until his agent told him who he'd be
working with. Eric had always admired Mark, and Mark's recent
transition from brooding rapper-boy to fledgling movie star had
given Eric new hope for his own flagging career. The assignment
itself was simple enough, your basic one-day photo shoot with,
as his agent put it, a little "tasteful" nudity thrown in.
Pretty much the same deal as the Bear Pond series Eric had done
with his brother, only this time the end product would be a
glossy calendar instead of a book. The boys' agents had arranged
the deal, figuring a bit of "exposure" might be good for their
respective careers.
So Eric had flown to Tucson that morning, looking forward
to meeting Mark for the first time, but with definite plans to
be back on a plane for New York by midnight. Only things went
wrong from the start. First the helicopter pilot was late, and
when they finally arrived at the remote canyon, a rogue
thunderstorm interrupted the photo session in mid-shoot. After
two hours of rain, the photographer declared the lighting
conditions too poor to continue anyway, and cancelled the rest
of the shoot until the next day. That was when Eric and Mark,
fast friends at once, made their fateful decision. Invigorated
by the fresh Arizona air, and faced with the prospect of an
extra bone-jarring trip in the helicopter, they opted to borrow
the gear and supplies the pilot offered and rough it overnight
in the canyon. Only now, as the sound of the helicopter engine
faded and the reality of their isolation hit him, Eric wondered
if their decision was such a good one.
Mark nudged Eric's arm and brought him back to reality.
"Chill out, man," Mark advised good-naturedly. "Hell, I
didn't count on sleepin' under the stars, neither. But it beats
flyin' around in that fuckin' egg-beater. Not to mention
spendin' the night in some flea-bag motel with our fag
photographer, right?"
Eric grinned. "You noticed him, too, huh?"
Mark waved dismissively and glanced around to get his
bearings. "Kinda hard to miss," he replied, hoisting his pack
and heading off up the trail. "Let's camp up by the creek."
Eric grabbed his pack and fell in behind. For the next ten
minutes they picked their way silently up the rocky slope. "What
makes you think he's a fag?" Eric asked as they finally neared
the summit.
Mark stopped and turned, a hand cupped theatrically around
the ample bulge in his hiking shorts. "Because," he explained
with a wink, "He couldn't keep his eyes off my package. Yours
either, for that matter."
As if to demonstrate, Mark's eyes darted appraisingly to
the front of Eric's shorts. Eric seized the opportunity to check
out Mark more closely. Based on their respective bulges, neither
guy had any reason to be shy in a lockerroom.
Mark's hiking shorts rode low on his hips, revealing the
waistband and an inch or two of his trademark Calvins. The
healthy, fist-sized bulge that pressed suggestively against his
zipper erased any doubt about his gender. Eric's denim shorts
were extra-long, baggy and low-slung, in typical hip-hop
fashion. But the black low-cut Jockeys he wore underneath molded
his sex into a firm, eye-catching package. Thanks to the desert
heat, both had long since discarded their shirts. The light
sheen of sweat that glistened from their pecs added to the
overall effect.
All the blatant sizing-up made Eric uneasy. He was about to
look away when Mark gave him a smile and tugged down his zipper.
Eric tried not to stare, but the stark white of Mark's Calvins
drew his eyes like a magnet. The meaty, snake-like lump beneath
Mark's pouch further confirmed Eric's suspicions. Unless Mark
stuffed, he was every bit as well-hung as he was built.
But Mark wasn't finished. With Eric still watching, he
proceeded to work his thumb and forefinger thru the fly of his
briefs and an instant later he was hauling out his cock. "Gotta
piss, man," he explained with a lop-sided grin. "How 'bout you?"
Eric shook his head. It took every ounce of self-control he
had to look away.
Eric didn't consider himself a fag, but since his recent
encounter with Aaron (see M. Knight's excellent "Real World
Grind") he knew he was attracted to guys. In fact, Marky-Mark
himself had appeared in several of Eric's masturbatory
fantasies. But despite the apparent opening Mark was giving him,
Eric was way too unsure of himself to make the first move.
Besides, for all he knew, Mark was up to nothing more devious
than taking a leak.
As if to confirm it, Mark modestly turned his back and
began to piss. Eric's eyes swept across his companion's naked
shoulders, then down the classic "vee" of his back to his narrow
waist and taut, boyish buns. Eric watched, mesmerized, as a
golden stream of piss curved up in a glistening, graceful arc
and splattered noisily against the rocks five feet away. Eric
was so close he could see the subtle movement under Mark's
hiking shorts, the constriction of his buns as the heavy stream
faded to an occasional, bladder-emptying spurt.
Eric's admiration turned to panic as he felt the familiar
stirring between his legs. He was throwing a boner! "Let's move
it," he blurted, maneuvering up and around his still-peeing
companion to take the lead.
"Hey, wait up!" Mark called, fumbling with his zipper.
Eric ignored him and climbed faster, up the trail and
around the granite outcropping, then into the grassy field
beside the stream where they'd done most of the day's shoot.
Before Mark caught up, Eric carefully adjusted the bulge in his
shorts to make it less conspicuous.
----- ----- -----
The afternoon passed uneventfully. The guys pitched camp a
few yards from the stream and spent the rest of their time
exploring the canyon floor. By nightfall they were exhausted.
After a hasty meal of trail-mix and dried soup, it was time to
roll out their sleeping bags and relax in front of the fire.
Eric, remembering his scouting days, carefully selected a
gently sloping spot and began to spread his ground cloth. Mark
seemed at a total loss.
"Ever been camping?" Eric asked.
"No," Mark admitted. "But what's there to know? Just spread
the fucker on the ground, right?"
Eric chuckled. "Well, it's a lot more comfortable if you
find a place where your head will be above your feet. And the
ground cloth keeps the sleeping bag from getting wet..."
Mark grinned. "Man, I ain't wet my bed in years."
Eric rolled his big brown eyes. "I meant from the dew."
Mark shrugged innocently and scanned the area around the
fire. "Hey, you got the only good spot."
Eric nodded. "Yep. Guess I did."
Mark picked up his sleeping bag and looked off into the
growing darkness around them. "Shit."
"Relax," Eric said. "There's room for us both over here.
Come on."
Mark quickly spread his bag beside Eric's. "Thanks, man.
I'm new to all this outdoor stuff."
"No problem," Eric assured him. "Just keep your hands to
yourself."
"In your fuckin' dreams, homeboy," Mark chuckled.
And before Eric could react, Mark leapt on top of him and
pinned him to his sleeping bag.
"Now, what was that again?" Mark teased.
Eric laughed and tried, half-heartedly, to twist free. Both
guys were in shape, but Mark would probably win in a fight to
the death. In any case, Eric knew he wouldn't get free without a
major struggle. Then again, being pinned under Mark wasn't all
that bad. They'd stripped to their underwear in preparation for
sleep, and Eric rather liked the feel of Mark sitting across his
thighs. But as Mark leaned forward to pin Eric's wrists, Eric
became aware of another sensation -- Mark's crotch grinding
against his own. In a heartbeat, Eric was getting an erection.
"Get off me, man," Eric complained, trying in earnest to
twist free as his cock continued to inflate.
Mark leaned forward, increasing the pressure on Eric's
crotch. "Make me..." he hissed in a school-boyish taunt.
Eric rolled his eyes, his cock stiffening to embarrassing
proportions. "Get off!" he repeated. "You some kinda fag?"
Mark ground his hips with a crude fucking motion. "Me?
You're the one throwin' a boner."
Eric looked up. Mark was obviously enjoying the situation.
But there was more than amusement in his eyes. There was
mischief, maybe even a little lust.
Mark continued to grind his hips. "Hey, man," he hissed.
"How 'bout givin' me a blow-job? I know you want me..."
"Fuck you!" Eric answered, though without much conviction.
His eyes drifted from Mark's face to his broad, muscular
shoulders.
"No, fuck you," Mark corrected with a leer. "And if you're
lucky, I will. After you blow me, that is."
Eric closed his eyes. He wanted to have sex with Mark, the
stiffness in his Jockeys was proof enough of that. But he wanted
to do it in a way that would let him salvage at least a little
of his self-respect. Whatever he did, he needed act fast, before
Mark turned the whole episode into some perverse joke.
"Man, I dunno," Eric replied cautiously, giving his hips an
experimental thrust. "I mean, I'm kinda new to this..."
Mark repositioned himself, bringing the front of his
Calvins into direct contact with the bulging fly of Eric's
Jockeys. "What's there to know, man?" he shrugged. "Sex is sex.
You'll figure it out."
Eric worked his hips again, and felt an answering twitch in
Mark's briefs. Eric saw his opening. "So... you've done this
before?"
Mark smiled, his crotch bulge stiffening shamelessly
against Eric's. "Could be. Let's just say I'm not a virgin..."
Eric worked his hips faster. "You mean with other guys?"
Mark pumped harder, squeezing their swollen cocks between
them with incredible pressure. "What?" he asked, distracted by
the mounting tension.
Eric tried again. "You've done it with other guys?"
Mark released Eric's wrists and traced his fingertips up
Eric's arms to his shoulders, then lower, across his pecs. "What
do you think?"
Eric shivered at his touch. "I dunno, man. But I will. I
mean, we can, if you want to..."
Mark's fingers found Eric's half-dollar sized nipples and
expertly worked them to erection. "Do what?"
Eric allowed himself a small grin. "The fuck do ya' think?"
Mark ignored the remark and kept toying with Eric's
nipples. He was good at it, rolling the fat, eraser-like tips
between a thumb and forefinger, gently at first, then harder and
faster, stretching the sensitive nubs from Eric's pecs.
Eric sighed, his eyes drawn to Mark's flexing pecs and abs.
It was a lot like looking in a mirror. Mark was a bit shorter
and slightly more muscular, but those small differences aside,
their bodies were almost identical. Mark's skin was as smooth
and flawless as Eric's, and certainly just as hairless. Eric
wondered if Mark shaved to keep it that way, as he himself did.
But the speculation didn't last long. It finally occurred to
Eric that his hands and arms were free, and he swung into
action.
Eric watched Mark's face to gauge his reaction as he moved
his hands to Mark's pecs for a quick nipple tweak, then
deliberately dropped them to Mark's heaving, brief-covered buns.
Mark's perfect ass was just as firm and taut as Eric knew it
would be.
Mark feigned surprise. "Man, you're playin' with my butt!
Does that turn you on?"
Eric answered by cupping Mark's tight cheeks in his palms
and pulling him closer, grinding their swollen baskets with all
his strength. Eric's cock, long since fully erect, squirmed
between his Jockeys and skin, awash in a sea of pre-cum. The
sudden added pressure sent it burrowing for the waistband. Eric
pumped his hips again and this time the fat, helmet-shaped glans
popped free, oozing its sticky juice all over his lower belly,
not to mention the stiff lump in Mark's Calvins.
"Ahhhhh," Eric sighed. "Mmmmmmm..."
Mark raised his hips and glanced down. "Nice," he observed,
eyeing Eric's dick. Inspired, he promptly peeled down the front
of his Calvins and hooked the elastic waistband under his balls.
"That's better," he sighed, giving his pulsing shaft a couple of
absent-minded pumps. "Now where were we?"
Eric breathed a sigh of relief. Mark was at least as
aroused as he was. And his cock was perfect, roughly the same
shape and size as Eric's. Not too big, not too small, just six
solid inches of succulent male meat. Eric, of course, didn't
know where the evening would lead, but he definitely had the
itch to try some different things.
"Man, we're actin' like a couple of homos," Mark observed
lazily, his thumb crooked firmly around the meaty crown of his
cock. "Wonder if we oughta do this?"
As if in answer to his own question, Mark began to
masturbate. Eric stared, his eyes glued to Mark's fat cock and
the pinkish, oozing glans that emerged from Mark's fist on every
downstroke.
"Well?" Mark prodded, aware of Eric's scrutiny.
"Well what?"
Mark stopped jacking. A string of pre-cum wept from his
slit and stretched to the sleeping bag. "Do you think we ought
to do this?" he repeated calmly. With Eric still watching, Mark
caught the shiny pre-cum on his finger and smeared it on his
left nipple.
"Sssure, whatever," Eric stammered, trying to seem
indifferent. "I mean, who's gonna know, right?"
Mark flicked his finger across his nipple. "Exactly," he
agreed. His eyes dropped to the wildly distended bulge in Eric's
Jockeys. "And not a minute too soon, huh?"
Eric grinned.
Mark eyed the fat head of Eric's cock that protruded from
his Jockeys. "Not bad," he concluded with a sly wink. "So, you
the man, huh? The Grind man?"
"Fuckin'-a," Eric agreed cockily. "That's me..."
"Then let's GRIND!" Mark growled, sinking slowly forward...
----- ----- -----
The teasing was finally over. The fact that they were going
to have sex was, to Eric, a foregone conclusion. He watched
patiently as Mark pumped himself to full erection, then aimed
his swollen, purple glans at the fly of Eric's Jockeys. Then, in
one smooth, practiced move, Mark leaned forward and sprawled
atop Eric, neatly burying his cock in Eric's Jockeys.
Eric shuddered. Mark's breath was hot and moist on his
shoulder. Their nipples touched and instantly stiffened. Lower,
their cocks squirmed inside Eric's Jockeys, their combined
pre-cum soaking the pouch. Mark moved closer, driving his shaft
above the waistband next to Eric's, forcing their straining
cockheads together in a hot, wet kiss.
Within sixty seconds, they both were on the brink of a
messy climax. For a terrifying instant, Eric pictured himself
walking away from the experience with nothing but a pair of
cum-stained Jockeys. "Easy, man," he gasped at Mark, "Easy."
Mark looked into Eric's eyes. "What?"
Eric felt Mark's breath wash over his face. It was warm and
sweet, scented by the chocolate they'd shared after supper. On
impulse, Eric raised his head and kissed him on the lips.
Mark's response was puzzling. He didn't pull away, but he
didn't exactly lose himself in the kiss either. Eric finally
broke away and looked him in the eye. He tried his best to
interpret Mark's expression ... and failed.
Mark finally spoke. "That was really nasty."
Eric colored, certain he'd gone too far. There was no
faster way to turn some guys off than kissing them.
Mark let him squirm. "Let's try it again."
And before Eric could react, Mark's lips were stretched
over his own. Eric met them eagerly and opened his mouth. Mark's
tongue invaded and for the first time in much too long, Eric was
sharing a passionate, probing kiss with another guy.
This time Mark got into the kiss, too. They'd just settled
into a serious round of tongue-sucking, when Mark started to
work his hips, grinding their dicks with long, powerful strokes.
Eric met his thrusts and stiffened his tongue, driving it deep
into Mark's mouth. Mark clamped onto it with his lips and sucked
hard, filling the quiet desert night with the sounds of a wet,
sloppy kiss.
Mark finally broke away and sat back on his heels. Eric
stretched sensuously beneath him. Mark smiled and reached down
to twist Eric's nipples. Eric, meanwhile, reached into his
Jockeys and squeezed their cocks.
"Easy, man," Mark warned. "I'm close."
Mark let Eric stroke him, briefly, then withdrew his cock
from Eric's Jockeys and slid up across his stomach. For a
delicious moment, Eric's straining cockhead flipped up into the
deep crevice in the seat of Mark's Calvins. The sensation made
them both shudder.
Eric was in heaven. Pre-cum flowed from his cock like
water. His shaft strained hard, its force lifting and slightly
lowering the waistband of his Jockeys. Eric struggled up to his
elbows, his eyes glued to Mark's bouncing hard-on. With Eric
watching, Mark grasped the root of his cock with a thumb and
forefinger, then pulled slowly forward. As he neared the swollen
knob, his crease-like slit gaped wide, disgorging a thick,
transparent ooze of pre-cum.
Eric's mouth went dry. Eager to move things along, he
reached out and buried his fingers in Mark's pubes, then drew
them slowly forward, fluttering his long, cool fingertips the
length of Mark's shaft. As he neared the glans, his fingers grew
sticky with pre-cum.
Mark eased forward again and pressed his gleaming cockhead
to Eric's left nipple. The puckered nub stiffened shamelessly.
Mark zeroed in on its tip, his copious pre-cum smoothing the
way.
Eric fought to maintain his composure as Mark's weeping
cock assaulted his stiffened tit.
"Squeeze my balls," Mark sighed, tracing his penis in lazy
circles around Eric's nipple.
Eric slipped his hands into Mark's Calvins and peeled them
lower, giving him free access to Mark's balls. Eric took
advantage, hefting the smooth orbs in his palm, stroking them
lightly with his fingers. Mark shuddered, then got up on all
fours and backed down Eric's lanky body. As his hands passed
Eric's middle, he snagged Eric's Jockeys and deftly peeled them
down. Eric's cock shot up like a steel spring, glistening with
pre-cum.
Mark abandoned the knotted Jockeys at Eric's knees. "Whoa,
dude, nice one."
Eric gave his cock an easy pump. "Go ahead, man," he urged.
"Jerk it for me."
Mark's hands were at Eric's crotch in a flash, seemingly
everywhere at once, stroking Eric's cock, his balls, grinding
the sensitive crown of his glans just right. Eric propped on his
elbows and watched Mark work. Funny. Pictures didn't do Mark
justice. Sure, they could capture his muscles, his cute impish
grin, but no photograph could do justice to the smoothness of
his skin, the texture of his hair, the moist fullness of his
lips.
"Hey, we're about the same size," Mark observed out of the
blue, shaking Eric from his reverie.
Eric, of course, had long since noticed they were similarly
hung. But he wasn't about to object to a hands-on comparison. He
watched with amusement as Mark moved carefully into position,
joining them balls to balls, cock to cock.
"See?" Mark asked rhetorically. He started to pump,
clamping their dicks together with a thumb and forefinger. Their
mixed pre-cum proved the ultimate lubricant. Mark's hand was
soon a blur, driving them steadily towards climax. On each
downstroke, Mark wriggled his hips, grinding their taut ball
sacs with just the right pressure.
But good as it felt, Eric wanted more than a jerk-off.
While Mark was distracted with the hand-job, Eric summoned all
his strength and shot forward and up. Mark was off balance and
up-ended easily. In the space of a few seconds, their positions
were completely reversed. Mark lay sprawled on his back with
Eric on top.
"Now let's lose the fuckin' drawers," Eric panted, winded
from the exertion.
Mark nodded, unconcerned at the sudden change. "Sure, man.
Go for it."
Eric rolled to his feet and kicked off his tangled Jockeys,
then dropped back to his knees and peeled Mark's Calvins down
and over his feet. Mission accomplished, he dropped back into
position astride Mark's crotch and pinned him to the sleeping
bag.
"So what now?" Mark asked.
"You'll see," Eric promised.
Then, exactly as Mark had done, Eric began to inch his way
up Mark's torso, his rigid tool leading the way. Mark's hard-on
popped up and burrowed into the tight crease of Eric's ass. Eric
felt it and reached back to part his buns, forcing Mark's turgid
shaft lengthwise between his cheeks. Then he grabbed Mark's
nipples and twisted hard.
Mark's rigid dick pumped like a piston as Eric held it
firmly between his cheeks. But after a few grinding pumps, Eric
moved forward. Mark gasped for air, his entire body trembling,
as Eric paused to rub his weeping dickhead across his nipples.
And Eric wasn't done. Next thing Mark knew, he'd latched onto a
nipple with a loud, slurping suck.
Mark groaned his approval and moved a guiding hand to
Eric's head. But Eric knew exactly what he was doing. He formed
his lips into a tight "O" and switched from nipple to nipple,
sucking the stiff nubs into his mouth, then lashing the
sensitive tips with his tongue. He tasted his own pre-cum on
Mark's skin, and the taste drove him wild. Reversing course, he
kissed and licked his way down Mark's chest, past the famous
third nipple, then across his belly to his crotch.
Mark knew what was coming. "That's it. Suck me."
But Eric surprised him. Instead of going for his cock, he
dove straight to his balls. Eric's tongue was a blur as he
traced it wildly around the smooth sac, pausing here and there
to nibble or suck. Then, cupping Mark's cock in his palm, he
finally began to lick his way up the shaft. His swirling tongue
found every drop of pre-cum, and as he neared the oozing knob,
he milked a fresh load onto his fingers. Before Mark could
object, Eric buried his hand between Mark's buns and traced
along his crack, feeling for his rim. Then, just as Eric's
slippery digit zeroed in on its target, Eric opened his mouth
and drew Mark's swollen cockhead into his mouth.
Mark groaned his approval, but Eric didn't hear it. He was
lost in a world of his own, his cock pegged wetly to his belly,
his mind reeling at the enormity of what he'd accomplished. That
wasn't just any dick in his mouth, it was Marky-Mark's.
"Nnnnngh," Eric hissed between hard, powerful sucks,
"Nnnnnngh, MMMnnph." His head was bobbing and twisting, his
cheeks drawn in by the force of his sucks.
"Damn!" Mark grunted. "Oh, damn, that's good!"
In fact, it was almost too good. Not that Mark had any
qualms about cumming in Eric's mouth, he just didn't want to
yet. Eric, meantime, was sucking for all he was worth, his
powerful slurps handling Mark's six-inches without so much as a
gag. Still, difficult as it was, when the familiar tingle built
in his balls, Mark exhaled sharply and pried Eric from his cock.
Eric seemed stunned, and proved an easy target as Mark
flipped him onto his back and sprawled on top of him.
"Uh, we already tried this," Eric complained weakly.
Mark ignored the comment and kissed him. The time for talk
was over. Eric brought his hands to Mark's shoulders and pulled
him closer, offering his tongue. Mark took it, tasting his own
pre-cum as the kiss lingered. Lower, their hard-ons raged
between their bellies, this time unrestricted by Jockeys or
Calvins. It made quite a difference. Eric instinctively pumped
his hips, grinding his slippery glans against Mark's, sucking
Mark's tongue each time they bumped and rubbed.
Mark sensed a new urgency and broke off the kiss. Pinning
Eric's shoulders, he licked the dribble from Eric's chin, then
moved down to his nipples. Eric humped away, the knob of his
cock somehow lodged in Mark's belly-button. Mark could have
chewed Eric's nipples for hours, but poor Eric was losing it
fast.
Mark moved lower, his tongue raising goosebumps as he made
his way across Eric's stomach, then dove onto his cock. Despite
his het-boy image, Mark was a consummate cocksucker. Another
time, he would've gladly spent a leisurely hour paying homage to
Eric's cock. But there simply wasn't time.
"Suck it!" Eric gurgled. "Suck it!"
Mark obliged while quietly maneuvering himself into
position for the final assault. Eric, lost in a pre-orgasmic
frenzy all his own, didn't notice Mark lift his legs and drape
them over his shoulders. His lips still clamped on Eric's cock,
Mark pushed up and forward, forcing Eric's legs skyward, then
back toward his head. The angle finally became so obtuse that
Eric's cock popped from Mark's mouth with a slurping pop.
But the deed was done. Eric's ass was square in Mark's
face, and Mark wasn't waiting for an invitation. While Eric
worked out what was coming, Mark pried his muscular cheeks apart
and flicked his tongue the length of his ass. Eric let out a
guttural moan, then shuddered, as Mark's tongue connected with
his pucker. Emboldened, Mark stiffened his tongue and worked it
into the tight opening, his spit lubricating the way.
Eric was out of control, so intent on getting-off that he'd
latched onto his cock and was masturbating for all he was worth.
Mark slapped at his hands to slow him down, but Eric wasn't to
be denied this time. With Eric's climax eminent, Mark pursed his
lips and mustered all the spit and drool he could, depositing
the sticky stream square in Eric's crack.
With Eric still pounding away on his cock, Mark struggled
to his knees and aimed his rigid pole straight at Eric's
gleaming pucker. If Eric knew what was coming, he didn't object.
He just closed his eyes and pounded harder, his balls
constricted tight for what was sure to be a mind-blowing
ejaculation.
"Easy, man," Mark warned, sweat stinging his eyes. "This
may hurt."
And with that, Mark pressed his knob to Eric's rim and
leaned forward, letting his weight do the work. Eric's sphincter
resisted at first, but it proved no match for the slick, tapered
head of Mark's dick. After a few uncertain seconds, Mark's knob
parted the taut ring and slipped neatly into Eric's tight chute.
Mark threw back his head.
Eric groaned, "More!"
Mark slipped him another inch. Eric inhaled sharply, but
made no move to stop him. Mark buried another inch. Eric nodded
and resumed his masturbation. Despite the discomfort, his
erection was stiff as ever. And as Mark eased deeper, his cock
rubbed deliciously against Eric's prostate, exciting him even
further.
Eric grew frustrated with the pace. "Damn, do it, man! Fuck
me!"
The incredible tightness of Eric's ass had driven Mark to
the brink as well. Giving in, he grabbed Eric's upturned legs
and stabbed downward, burying the balance of his cock with one
hard thrust.
Eric winced and sucked air through his teeth.
"SSSsssssssssss. NNnnnnnnngh."
Mark paused a few agonizing seconds to let him adjust, then
withdrew until just his glans was buried. With no word of
warning, he bit his lip and slammed forward with all his weight,
driving his entire six-inches home with one quick thrust. Eric
groaned, his fist a blur on his cock, his face a rictus of pain
and pleasure.
Mark abandoned all pretense of concern and began to hammer
away mercilessly, drawing almost free, then slamming home with
hard, almost brutal strokes. Eric took it willingly, pushing
back on each powerful downstroke. Having Mark's cock inside him
was an incredible sensation, and Eric wanted it to last forever.
But after a few short minutes, it was too much for either of
them to stand.
Mark felt the tell-tale tingle first. After a couple of
extra-hard thrusts, he buried his cock to the hilt and left it,
shuddering hard as a ribbon of white-hot seed spewed deep inside
Eric's chute. Eric felt, or at least sensed, Mark's ejaculation,
which put him over the edge as well. Eric pounded his cock with
renewed vigor and was soon rewarded with a hot, pencil-thick
blast of cum. It shot from his cock with incredible force, a
milky continuous rope that splattered his pecs, shoulders, and
chin, even the sleeping bag and ground three feet beyond.
The force of Eric's ejaculation made his sphincter
constrict reflexively, which in turn coaxed spurt after spurt of
creamy semen from Mark's bouncing balls. As his spurts finally
began to weaken, Mark slowed his thrusts just enough to focus
his eyes on Eric. What he saw renewed his excitement. Jism was
everywhere, and Eric was still pounding away on his cock. Mark
watched a few weakened spurts fly from Eric's dickhead and
splatter his stomach.
Inspired, Mark snatched his hard-on from Eric's ass and
started to masturbate. His cum-covered cock slipped through his
hand like a piston. After a dozen well-practiced strokes, Mark
came again. His second watery load in as many minutes peppered
Eric's pecs and belly like a warm, exotic rain. Eric reached up
and grasped Mark's cock at the root, then slowly pulled forward,
milking the last sweet jizz into his palm. Then, looking into
Mark's eyes, Eric raised the sticky pool to his lips and slurped
it down.
Not to be outdone, Mark dropped to the sleeping bag and
guided Eric's cock to his mouth. With Eric's swollen cockhead
poised at his lips, Mark extended his tongue and milked the
final string of jizz from Eric's shaft. The thick goo lay on
Mark's tongue like a milky ribbon, the salty-sweet taste a
turn-on in itself. Pushing Eric back, Mark went to work on his
belly, then his pecs, slurping every drop of their combined
loads. For good measure, he paused to suckle each of Eric's
nipples, then resumed his upward trek, slurping the cum from
Eric's chin, then going for his mouth.
Eric opened his mouth in response, and was rewarded with a
mouthful of spunk. They lay that way for minutes, swapping the
sweet juice back and forth, their spent cocks slowly stirring to
life for another round.
"Man, we gotta do this more often," Eric sighed, flicking
his tongue around Mark's lips.
Mark nodded his solemn agreement, then burst out laughing.
"Only next time NOT in the middle of the fuckin' desert!"
"No problem," Eric assured him, drawing the sleeping bag
over them both ...
END
F. Beck
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