Spontaneous Blue-Eyed Blond-Haired Lover

Roger shoved Mark into the bedroom. The urge suddenly came upon him when they were standing in the living room, both of them home from work no longer than five minutes (not even enough time for them to get their ties off). Mark stood in the center of the room, waiting quietly, looking so innocent. Roger went over to him and grabbed the blond-haired, blue-eyed pretty boy by the shoulders.

"Excuse me, sir," Mark said, slipping into an innocent-young-thing tone of voice, "I don't believe we've been properly introduced."

Roger pressed his lips firmly against Mark's, then pulled his lover into a strong embrace. When their mouths parted, they were both gasping for air.

"Well, I guess that's as good an introduction as any," Mark said.

Roger struggled with his tie while he continued kissing Mark. After the tie he began to unbutton his shirt and, as the stripping went on, the number of places where his kisses landed grew in number. He paused long enough to bend down and remove his shoes and socks.

"Sir, am I mistaken or are you going to take all your clothes off?" Mark asked.

"That's right," Roger said. "And then yours."

"But why on earth would you do that?" Mark said.

"You'll see," Roger replied.

At this point Roger was fumbling with his belt buckle. He and Mark had backed over to the bed, and here they remained while Roger stripped off his slacks. There was a noticeable protrusion in his boxers.

"What is that?" Mark cooed.

"Here, see for yourself," Roger answered.

In one fluid motion the boxers went down his thighs and over his ankles, after which they got tossed carelessly behind him. His sex sprang forward into the air, bobbing and aching in its excited state. The shaft was fully extended, the head so gorged with blood that it had turned almost purple in color. A beautiful bush of pubic hair fanned out in all directions from the base of the throbbing pole. Last but not least, a pair of impressively sized testicles hung below the gorgeous shaft.

Gasping, Mark said, "Mister, you just took your pants off."

"That's right. Now sit down."

Mark sat on the edge of the bed. Roger knelt in front of him, kissing him tenderly while fumbling with Mark's tie and shirt. Once these were off, he bent down to remove his lover's socks and shoes.

"Oh, you're undressing me," Mark said.

"Yes, I am. Now lay back."

Mark flopped back on the bed, and Roger's hands were quick to open up his trousers. Roger slowly slid the pants down Mark's golden legs.

"What do we have here?" Roger asked, touching the bulge in Mark's boxers.

"Oh, you know...all this new activity has gotten him a little nervous," Mark replied.

"Nervous?"

"Well, more like scared stiff," Mark said with a grin.

"Let's see if I can console him, make it so he's not afraid."

"Okay," Mark whispered.

Roger's fingers slipped beneath the waistband of the boxers, and Mark lifted his hips to assist in their removal. No matter how many times he'd seen his lover naked, Roger still couldn't get over how pretty Mark's cock was.

Taking the rod in his hand and gently stroking it, Roger said, "Oh, he's nice. I think we're going to make great friends."

"He certainly likes how you're handling him so far," Mark moaned.

Roger started to kiss Mark's cock from base to crown. After making Mark squirm with this for a while, he ran his tongue up and down the shaft. Upon reaching the top of his lover's rod, Roger swallowed it whole. He moved his lips along the stiff member at a slow, drawn out pace; he knew it would drive Mark wild. Not wanting Mark to explode just yet, Roger soon withdrew the penis from his mouth.

"What now?" Mark asked, breathless.

"Pull your knees up to your chest," Roger ordered.

This position revealed Mark's beautiful little rosebud to him in all its glory. Initially Roger placed gentle kisses on each of Mark's buttocks. Then he went to town, licking the pretty pucker and then dragging his tongue up to Mark's balls.

"My goodness, sir, you sure are friendly," Mark groaned.

"I'm just warming up," Roger said while rising to his feet. "Come with me."

Mark got up from the bed and followed Roger over to the dresser. "Where are we going?"

"Just right here," Roger said. "Come on...kiss me."

Mark needed no further encouragement than that. He moved into Roger's strong, warm embrace and started kissing his lover. While they did this, Roger reached into the top dresser drawer and took out a tube of K-Y jelly.

Mark was so distracted by the kissing that he didn't notice when Roger opened the tube behind him and squeezed a gob of lube into his hand. In fact, Mark didn't register a thing until Roger started roughly applying the lube between Mark's buttocks.

"Oh!" Mark gasped. "Hey, mister, what are you planning on doing to me?"

Without a word Roger guided Mark back to the bed. When he felt the back of his thighs touch the mattress Mark sat down, watching in wonder as Roger applied a healthy amount of K-Y jelly to his sex. Roger just stood there, his cock glistening in the dim glow of the night light.

He leaned down to kiss Mark yet again, then whispered in his ear, "Lay back."

When Mark's back touched the bed, Roger took hold of his lover's hips and pulled him closer so his buttocks were right at the edge of the bed. Then he lifted Mark's legs so his knees were once again up to his chest.

"I want you to reach down with your hands and spread your pretty butt cheeks," Roger said, applying another squirt of lube to his member.

Mark's hands went down to their appointed task. Roger moved his feet apart so he could bend down and get to work. After all these years he still felt the same old thrill when the tip of his sex first touched his lover's opening.

He began the slow, arduous task of working himself into Mark's backside. Mark squirmed in joy, cooing as the rod slipped into him. To aid in the entry, Mark lifted his legs and draped them over Roger's shoulders.

"Oh, sir," Mark moaned, "this is all so new and different to me. Do you think we'll be able to pull it off?"

By this point Roger's cock was halfway inside Mark. As Mark uttered these words, his backside suddenly relented and Roger slid in completely.

"I think we'll do just fine," Roger said. "Now I just want to wait a second before I start moving. I don't want to hurt you or anything."

"I think it'd be all right to start moving a little," Mark replied.

Roger started to gently move his hips back and forth, nearly pulling out and then pressing all the way home. Mark groaned beneath him in ecstasy. Gradually Roger's momentum built up; his balls started to make a slapping sound every time his rod surged forward into his lover.

"Man, this is a nice tight ass," Roger grunted. "Hey, don't you feel like a fucking pansy, letting another guy fuck you?"

Mark answered this question with a vigorous shaking of the head: no, absolutely not.

"Why's that?" Roger said as he pumped harder and harder.

Gasping, barely able to get the words out, Mark said, "Because...what could be more masculine...than two men...sharing their bodies? Oh God, keep doing that."

"I will, I promise...but you gotta be in a different position,? Roger said. "I want you to move over to the middle of the bed and get on your hands and knees."

"Oh, you stud," Mark moaned as his lover pulled out. "That's my favorite."

Mark quickly scurried over to the middle of the bed. Roger climbed on the mattress behind him. In the blink of an eye, he was inserting the entire length of his rock hard shaft into Mark's rear end. He took hold of Mark's hips to hold his ass in place which pumping steadily in and out of him.

"Tell me why this is your favorite position," Roger said.

"Because when you press all the way into me, I can feel our balls touching," Mark groaned. "It's so hot, and so nice."

"You really enjoy being with another man, don't you?" Roger said as he increased the momentum of his thrusts.

"Oh, yes. I wouldn't have it any other way," Mark said. "I want to feel your balls touching mine, sir."

Roger gave Mark what he wanted, moving into his lover with long, slow strokes so their sacs could touch when his motion forward was completed. It did indeed feel wonderful: to be with another man and not be ashamed, to feel his balls rub up against Mark's, to violate Mark in a way that most others would consider a painful act and know that he was giving his lover nothing but pleasure.

As if the act of making love to Mark wasn't enough, this line of thought really got to Roger. It started off the chain reaction that would eventually lead to this scene's natural conclusion.

"Oh, Mark," Roger moaned, "I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come right in your ass."

Looking back over his shoulder, Mark said, "Why, sir, what does that mean...that you're going to come in my ass?"

"Here," Roger grunted, "let me show you."

With that his cock twitched and he started to squirt deep into Mark's backside. His heart skipped a beat as his testicles unleashed their flood.

"Oh my!" Mark screamed. "Oh, that's nice...oh yes, that's VERY nice."

As his orgasm continued Roger reached around to stroke Mark's cock, only to find his lover had already released his load as well. Once Roger's last drop had been fired off, both men collapsed on the cool, inviting sheets. Roger was on top of Mark, and there he remained until his member had softened and slipped from Mark.

Roger flipped over on to his back, and Mark snuggled in close.

"Well, sir, you certainly made one hell of a first impression," Mark said.

With a laugh Roger said, "You know, I don't care how long you and I are together. That act you do...pretending you don't know what I'm about to do to you...I swear, that's going to turn me on even when I'm an old fart who can barely get it up."

Mark grinned and said, "Oh, even when you're old I bet you'll still be able to get it up for me, mister."

"That's a good bet," Roger said, and kissed his lover.

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written by bithefaker