Fucking Mark

Mark and I had been friends as well as work mates for a few years. We had similar interests and got along well with each other. When both of us got invitations to attend a conference at a country resort it seemed reasonable that we should save costs and share a room at the luxury hotel which was the conference center.

I hadn't shared a room with a man for years and I felt a little apprehensive. All sorts of silly ideas came into my mind about what might happen - would he want to stay up late drinking; would he snore; would I talk in my sleep.

When we got to the hotel on the Friday afternoon after work we faced something much more serious. The room we had been allocated was a double and not a twin. The management apologized and explained that it was a computer error (where have I heard that before?). They didn't have any twin rooms available and the best they could offer was a pair of singles. This would have been fine but even at the reduced price they were prepared to offer, it was way beyond our budgets. You see, Mark and I are both married and money is tight at the best of times. We grudgingly decided that we would try out the double for the first night and if it was intolerable we would look for alternative accommodation.

After checking into the hotel and registering for the conference we went to our room for a shower before going to the introductory cocktail party. We were both a bit subdued while we got ready for the party. For some stupid reason I felt extremely modest. It was stupid because we had seen each other naked on dozens of occasions.

The party was a bore and we left as soon as we could manage and went into the small township for dinner at a little restaurant Mark knew. After an excellent meal we headed back to the hotel. I was getting increasingly nervous about the idea of sleeping with a man. Mark rejected my suggestion that he might like to have a few drinks with our colleagues while I got an early night.

I messed about in the room for a while getting a cup of tea and pretending to read a financial report. Mark took off his clothes and headed into the bathroom wearing only his jocks. When he returned he got onto the bed and asked me if I had a preference for any side. I said that I didn't care. I just wanted him to get to sleep early. He had other ideas. He lay back and started to read a magazine.

It seemed to me that the best course of action would be to pretend I was tired and get into bed and try to go to sleep while he was still reading. I changed into a pair of pyjama shorts, cleaned my teeth and then got into the bed - staying as close to the edge as possible.

Within a minute of my getting into bed Mark declared that he was too tired to read and switched off his light. I couldn't understand why I was so nervous and I had to make a conscious effort to breathe normally. After a while I was fairly certain that Mark had gone to sleep and I began to relax. I moved away from the edge of the bed but made certain that I was still well separated from Mark.

Just as I began to drift off to sleep he rolled over and put his arm across my chest. My first impulse was to push his arm away but I was not sure if such a movement would wake him. I decided to ignore it. At least that was my intention but I found that my cock was getting hard. I couldn't understand why. I had never been with a man and I had never really considered doing so. I was certain, though, that I was enjoying the feeling of having Mark's hard body against mine.

Mark mumbled something in his sleep and he seemed to cuddle up closer to me. At the same time his arm moved from my chest to my waist. After the initial surprise I gradually relaxed. There was no way I was going to go to sleep if my body was so rigidly taut. I could tell from Mark's breathing that he was asleep and I assumed that he normally slept with his arm around his wife and his reaction in putting his arm around me had been quite automatic and unconscious.

Within a few minutes I was not so sure. His hand had slipped inside the waistband of my shorts and was within millimetres of my hard cock. If he was expecting pussy he was in for a shock and it was essential that I pretended to be asleep. I tried to control my breathing so that it matched his. I could feel myself getting very tense and I tried desperately to make my body go limp. I wished that I could do something to make my cock go down. I suppose I should have pushed him away but I was strangely excited by this new experience.

His hand kept moving down my stomach until it reached the top of my cock. Instead of him pulling it away he continued until his hand reached the base of my dick. I felt certain that he would withdraw it. Even in his sleep his subconscious must register that his hand was not finding its usual target. I was wrong. He wrapped his hand around my cock and he handled it just I did myself. I had to suppress a moan of pleasure. While I enjoyed playing with my meat, it was as nothing compared to having his hand around it. His touch was so different from any woman's. I found myself involuntarily pushing back against him and sighing with pleasure.

"That's a lovely cock you have there Jamie".

I almost jumped out of my skin as I heard him whisper in my ear. I turned around and faced him.

"I thought you were asleep."

"Nope - just foxing. I've been wanting to get my hands on that cock of yours ever since I first saw it. My patience has been rewarded."

He proceeded to pull me towards him and to hug me. My instincts told me that I should push away from him but I loved the feel and smell of his macsuline body. I found myself putting my arms around him and returning his embrace. I was feeling a whole new series of sensations which I found exciting. When he started to kiss me I was even more excited.

Mark was doing magic things to my body with his hands. In no time I was a squirming mess. He indicated that I should lift up from the bed and he pulled down my pyjama shorts. I could see his gorgeous body in the moonlight which was pouring into our room. His beautiful cut cock was long and straight and I wanted to touch it. Just as I was about to reach out and grab hold of it he crouched between my legs and began to lick the full length of my cock. When he took the whole thing in his mouth I gasped with pleasure. Nothing had ever felt so good. I was very close to coming when he pulled himself up and resumed his position by my side with his arms around me.

"I don't want you to come yet, Jamie. I want this to last."

"So do I. The thing is that I don't know what to do. I've never done it with a bloke before."

"You're catching on pretty quickly. You seem as though you're enjoying it."

"It's wonderful. I just don't know the drill that's all. How many guys have you been with?"

"Only one apart from you. He's nice but he lives in Hobart and I only get to see him once in a blue moon. Anyhow you've got a much better body than him. I've wanted you for years but you always seem so aloof that I never thought I'd get the chance. I took one hell of a gamble making a play for you tonight."

"Mark I was so scared but once you'd grabbed my cock and held me I knew that I wanted to go further."

We started to kiss again and I marvelled that I had gone through 32 years of life without ever experiencing something like this. I wanted more and I held his cock for the first time. It felt deliciously warm and alive and I was fascinated by it. When he moved his head down to my cock again he positioned himself in such a way that I could, if I chose, draw his cock into my mouth. His cock looked irresistable. I decided to mimic his actions. I copied everything he was doing. When he played with my balls I played with his. When he licked the head of my cock I did the same to him. I was revelling in every new discovery, taste and sensation.

I became so engrossed in what I was doing that my own feelings became almost secondary. It seemed as though my cock was a separate entity which was responding to the actions of my hand and mouth. I realised, almost too late, that this was because I was copying Mark's actions so closely. I could feel myself close to coming. I didn't want to come in Mark's mouth so I tried to pull my cock out but he just kept pulling my body closer to him. I yelled that I was about to come but he just mumbled something and seemed to suck on my cock at a more furious pace.

Almost immediately I started to fire a load of come into his mouth. I couldn't remember having ever having come so copiously. As my come was filling his mouth I took his cock again and sucked on it was renewed vigour. It started to convulse and I felt his come spurt into my mouth. In spite of my efforts I couldn't swallow it all and some of it began to dribble down my chin. The taste was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I decided that I liked it and I wanted as much as I could get.

After a while we rested back in each other's arms. I was feeling more fulfilled from our excursion into man to man sex than I had from years of "normal" sex. My contentment was such that I closed my eyes and prepared for a dreamless sleep.

"Jamie, you're not going to sleep on me are you?"

"I reckon."

"Not yet old son. We've only just begun. Surely you can do it more than once in a night."

"Yes I guess so. What did you have in mind?"

"Can't you guess?"

"You want another 69?"

"I want millions of them with you Jamie but not tonight. Tonight I was the ultimate. I want you to fuck me."

That really sent me for six. In some strange way I could rationalise what we had done. I know that sucking a guy's dick is not exactly the norm for a married bloke but I could understand it. I was less certain about actually fucking a man. I don't think I had any real objections. It was more that it seemed out of character for Mark. I just couldn't imagine him wanting it. Irrespective of my feeling, I had got hard again immediately. He began to hug me and kiss me again.

He pushed me down and I thought he wanted me to suck on his massive cock again. He stopped me and told me to kneel between his legs. He put one of the pillows under his rump and produced a tube of KY. He started to rub the cool jelly on my cock. As he raised his legs high into the air he guided my cock to his waiting arsehole. It seemed impossible that he would be able to take me. I was afraid I would hurt him. As I rested his legs on my shoulders I pushed into him gently. I was very conscious of the slight grimace on his face and I stopped immediately.

"Keep going Jamie. I want you so badly."

I kept pushing and finally my cock started to penetrate him. He opened his eyes and looked at me as I continued to go deeper into him. He smiled at me in a strained sort of way and I could see from his expression that despite everything he was enjoying what I was doing to him. By now things were a lot easier and I was able to move more freely inside him. He pulled me down so that I could kiss him. His cock, rubbing against my stomach, produced a great feeling - almost as good as the feeling I was getting from having my cock so deep inside him.

"Jamie I don't want you to stop. Fuck me hard mate. Please I need to feel your cock pumping me hard."

This was the most exhilarating sex I had ever had. As I slammed into him I felt the most enormous love for him. I wanted it to go on forever but I was having trouble controlling myslef. I was very close to coming and was trying to think of some way I could make him come. I was about to move my hand down and start to masturbate him.

"Jamie .... Jamie shit I'm coming. Please mate I want you to come with me."

That was all I needed. I pushed into him with a massive shove and felt myself coming even more intensely that I had when I had my cock in his mouth. The feeling of the warm blasts of his come on my stomach made me feel even more satisfied than ever.

I don't quite remember what happened after that. My next memory was waking up in his arms and looking across at his face tranquil in sleep. If it hadn't been for the presence of an open tube of KY on the bedside table I would have been prepared to believe that it had all been a dream.

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