Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2008 09:39:52 -0800 (PST) From: Ted M Subject: Taking Mark's Virginity: Part II He doesn't realize I am awake. Apparently we dozed (or I dozed). As I am aware of fingertips lightly tracing my blond eyebrows, I realize that I must be awake now. I keep my eyes closed and feel him staring at my face. I wonder what he sees. I'm considered handsome I guess. Not movie star handsome. More like car mechanic handsome. I get lots of flirting, I guess. But I don't think it's my looks exactly. I think it's the kind of energy I vibrate. It gets second looks when a guy like me normally would not. I may not be the hottest guy in the room. Or the second hottest. But chances are you'd ask your friend, "Hey, who's THAT guy?" I keep breathing evenly, curious as to what will happen next. For a while he seems content with touching my face. Mark strokes my rough cheek feeling the day's stubble, runs the tip of his index finger over my lips and even caresses my goatee a bit. I enjoy the attention but just to tease him, I pretend to stir, lick my lips, and snort a bit. He freezes. When he senses my stillness again, he resumes his explorations. Of course, it won't take long before my dick springs to full attention and gives away my awakened state. His finger grazes my hairy chest, gently tracing my left nipple with the softest touch. He wants to chew it. Taste me. I know this. And he will. Later. Stealthily, I guide my thick arm towards the back of his head and just as he begins to trace the wrinkles on my forehead again, my hand grasps his skull and mashes it into my armpit. My hairy pit is dank and smells of fresh-earned sweat. We didn't fuck long enough to create any serious stink, but I know the rich aroma emanating from my pit is pure male funk. In his surprise he inhales sharply. "Breathe it in, Son." I growl softly at him. "Do it." He takes a few shallow huffs at first. I can feel through his tense body that he is a little grossed out...but after letting it permeate throughout his entire being, he'll have a change of heart. In a muffled voice he says, "I can't breathe." "Yes you can." I answer. "Quit fucking around and breathe." He inhales deeper now, out of pure necessity. His shoulders relax just a touch – a miniscule amount really. But I feel it in my arm on his back, and catch the ripple of a shiver race through him. That's what I have been waiting for. I relax my hold on his head. In turn, he lets his body loosen a bit further and while he does move his face a little away from the crook of my arm pit, he doesn't move that far. "Breathe it in." I order him again. This time he sucks down a deep, rich breath, and I know the scent of testosterone and sex is doing its magic in him. Without being instructed, he licks his lips, shyly, as if testing the waters. He licks a little further...wondering exactly how this strange scent will taste and what would happen if his tongue makes contact with a few hairs. At first, the licks are tentative. Then he inhales again andis hooked. I have introduced the kid to his own version of poppers. It doesn't take long before his head starts bobbing in my rank armpit, his tongue eagerly stroking the surface as if he was applying paint. Every quarter inch of me is getting a love puppy bath, every molecule of my testosterone and sweat either finding his tongue or smeared on his adorable face. The fact that he is covered in my scent – marked – as it were, is having a tremendous impact on my fat, hairy cock and once again, gobs of precum start oozing out my dick head. "Oh Marky," I whisper. "You have no idea what you just started." I grab his neck and using my body mass, pull him up and off. He's flat on his belly while his tongue is still mid-lap. Before he can fully process what's happening, I straddle his Italian ass and my hard cock is following the opaque trail of fluid to its source: his cummy ass lips. "Wait, is this gonna – OOOOooooooooooo..." he moans. That guttural sound involuntarily escaping his lips is the answer to his half-asked question. No, Marky, it's not going to hurt. And yes, I am already balls deep. Sliding against his ass crack, my hairy nuts are already smeared in cum, spit and ass-juice, already painted in their first coat of this juicy mixture. I gotta make sure they get fully drenched – so Mark has something interesting to taste later while he's sucking my nuts. I work over my guy's butt, opening it up from several angles. He doesn't realize that he's being prepped for some deep hard fucking. He just knows each stretching stroke feels great. I intertwine our hands and collapse on top of him, slowly drilling him, and casually kissing his neck. It's as if we're about to watch the beginning of a big football game on TV, collapsed on the couch. It's a different kind of fucking – buddy fucking. I'm not trying to impress him with my hard-pounding cock and he's just enjoying the sensation of our close contact. "So do you do this a lot?" He asks quietly. "Travel to meet guys and you know...do this..." He tries to make his voice sound casual. "Do what?" I reply, giving him an extra jab. I know what he means. But he has to learn to communicate better, more directly. Ask what he wants to fuckin' know. "You know...meet a guy...and then, OOH! OH. Uh...you know...uh, fuck them. You know...fuck virgins." "No." I say. I continue my slow, sweet strokes inside him and I know that while the sensations are not as intense as a wild, rough fuck, *THIS* is the moment he will jack off to later in the week and the week after next – this slow, languid fucking, our bodies fused together by the gluey semen coating his ass channel. "How often, would you say?" He asks again in that no-big-deal tone of voice. "Rarely." I answer. "Gotta be a special guy." He likes this answer a bit better and snuggles back to me. My cock continues to layer glistening precum on top of my sperm in his ass. "Is this the first time you've done this?" he asks clumsily. "No." I jab him a bit deeper. "OH! ARRG." He grunts. I fuck him gingerly again, lovingly and I can tell he loves this...to be used roughly, to be used lovingly. "Do you have a lot of guys back home?" he says. "Regular guys?" I do not answer him. Not that this question doesn't deserve an answer – it does. Mark deserves an answer. And he'll get the answer to the question he really wants to ask, not some stupid numbers question. I twist his muscle body and position the two of us on our sides. I reach under his thigh and lift it up. I want the sound quality to be just right. "Okay, Mark." I say, "you wanna talk like men? You got it, buddy. Listen up." I fuck him a little more vigorously – not serious butt-pounding ...just ramping up the energy in my body a little to make him feel me, feel me in him. He's uncomfortable in this new position at first – anything new is uncomfortable for him right now, and it takes a moment for him to trust me to support him this way. Eventually, he relaxes his leg and lets me plunge in a bit deeper. Once I've sufficiently churned up the jizz in his ass into a thick butter and I can feel the rich paste sloshing all over my cock, it's time to make the sound. I slow down the fucking a little bit, a slower remix, a gradually slowing heartbeat, slower still...then fucking in slow motion. As I withdraw my cock, a wet, belching sound escapes his ass, the sound you sometimes hear sucking the last few globs of vanilla shake through the straw. "That's your ass making that sound, Mark." I tell him in a firm voice, my hand wrapped around his biceps, kneading that fat muscle into submission. "Your jizz-soaked butt makes that sloppy slurping sound. You hear that?" He nods his head a slight jerky inclination. I know he loves it when I talk raunchy about cum, but he's so shy that he blushes when I do. I firmly press down on his ass canal as I push my granite dick into him again, creating a new sensation in his chute. He groans. When I pull back again, the same sucking goopy sound emerges. "Hear that, Buddy?" I ask him in my friendly Coach voice. "Hear that?" He nods a little more. "ANSWER ME." I demand. As expected, his body reacts to the deep, serious tenor of my voice and he flinches, clamping his ass muscles around the first two inches of my dick. Of course, this creates the perfect opportunity to drive my insisting cock straight to his button. As Mark begins his `Yes, Sir' the full impact of my powerful thrust reaches his nerve centers and his brain and all that emerges is a loud, "YeeeeeeaaAAAAAAHHHHHHHH..." Loud is good. He is surprised by his own rich voice, the clenched howl that emerges from him. He pants and gasps for air. I collapse on top of him, pushing him back on his stomach. "You should probably answer me right away, the first time I ask you a question." I suggest. "Understand?" "Yes, SIR!" he answers briskly. I cup his head in my right arm and turn it to meet my mouth on his left side. He's resting on my meaty arm and I pump his ass with my lower half, continuing the massage I started a while ago, but it is different – already ratcheted up a notch from the slow, luxurious love making. "Feel okay, buddy?" I ask while kissing his shoulder. "Kinda hurt a minute ago." He says gently. "Sir." "Mark, think about this carefully. Did it hurt or did it just surprise you and take your breath away?" He shrugs a little and then says, "I guess...surprise." I nod and stare into his serious eyes. "Am I gonna hurt you, Marky?" I ask him soberly. "No." he says, equally serious. I nod again. "That's not what I'm about, Marky. I don't mind causing you some discomfort. Pushing you. But I'm not here to put you in pain. I'm here to create something with you. Something that didn't exist until we got together." He eyebrow flexes as if he doesn't understand. I smile. "Listen." I pull myself up, push-up style, and after a deep, penetrating stroke, pull my cock out slowly to create that gurgling sloppy sound in his ass chute. "Hear that?" I ask him. "Yes, Sir!" Mark says, quickly. "That," I say as I lower myself onto his back and push the air out of his chest again, "is the sound of our love. You and me, Marky. Yours and my love – we created that wet, belching sound. That's us." He whispers this soft little groan. "That sound is our love, Mark." I tell him again. It's worth repeating. "It's the product of me loving you...and you loving me. You asked me how many guys' virginity I take. And you tried to subtly ask me about guys at home that I fuck around with. But that's not what you really want to know, Mark. Not really." My cock is vibrating in his ass, and despite my passionate speech I have enough concentration to make sure my hips are rotating a bit to hit every new spot inside him that hasn't been kissed by my cock slit. Mark `s eyes are wide open and I'm not sure if it's because I'm hitting spots in him that are surprising him or because he didn't think I'd see through his questions. "What you REALLY wanted to know," I tell him, "is whether you are special to me. Whether you're just one ass out of dozens I pound over the course of a year, and whether I leave my seed in half the 19-28 year old male population in the Midwest. You want to know if I'm going to remember you in a month, in six months. You want to know if I love you." Mark turns his head into the pillow, but not quick enough. I see him. I caress the back of his spiky black head and fuck a little deeper. "Do I love you..." I muse. Thrust. "Just like" I pant. Thrust. "you" Thrust. "love" Thrust. "me." Thruuuuuuust. Mark shudders. "And the answer..." I grunt, Thrust, thrust, thrust. "Is YES." He pushes his ass back into me fiercely. It's not too hard to read this boy. This puppy is ready to go; Mark is becoming a man. "YEAH" I growl. "Love can be fucking HARD, buddy boy...it's two men sweating together, writhing together, working their muscles together, ..." My ass pumping is growing more intense and he's gripping my cock with his insides, learning to clench and hold my powerful cock...his need for me, his deep craving motivates this new skill, his need to worship my essence through this meaty flesh I keep pounding into him. "...to... to create this new thing that never existed...and it's about letting go, and setting free that howling, beast - that power - that screams out the words I LOVE YOU at the top of your fuckin' lungs because that's what you feel at that exact moment..." Mark barks a grunt as I nail his button, the most beautiful animal sound he has made since we've been together. "...and you, Mark, you're embarrassed `cause you said it last time I fucked you, you're embarrassed because you blurted out "I love you," and you're busy trying to figure out if I think you're the biggest loser I ever met or if it actually touched something in me to hear you pour out your soul..." Mark cries into the pillow, collapsing into himself, so completely and utterly naked before me. "...and what you don't get, Mark, is that "I LOVE YOU" are just about the only words that a soul can formulate at the crescendo of that sacred union, and to not let those words pour out of you would be a lie..." I wanna hear it again. So I clench my ass muscles and drive into that button again and once again, Mark barks. "... and you're with a powerful man who can hear a boy cry out I love you and know exactly what he means..." I'm driving hard into him now. "Oh, man..." he says unevenly, rising off the pillow and shakily pushing himself up on his arms. "Yeah," I say loudly. "SAY SOMETHING." "OH," he says a bit louder. "OH!" "Louder." I yell at him. "Lemme know you want me!" "OOOOOHHH!" he yells, now at a sound that might possibly be heard through the cheap walls. He's getting to where I want him. "C'MON, MARK!" I yell loudly. I'm fucking him doggie style, my fingers dug into that thick, muscley ass meat. "LET ME FUCKIN' KNOW YOU NEED ME! LET ME HEAR IT!" "I NEED IT!" Mark calls out, a still nervousness buried in his voice. "FIND YOUR VOICE!" I yell at him. "FIND YOUR FUCKIN' MAN VOICE, MARK. LET ME HEAR IT!!" I'm pounding his butt now and not holding back. He's getting my first class all-you-can-fuck-buffet strokes, punching that button inside him as if he were a personal enemy. My sweat is pouring off my chin, dripping through my sweaty chest, down the side of my face and onto his shoulders and arms. He's bouncing on the bed, one hand locked on the side of the mattress, the other side wrapped in the scratchy blanket. "OH FUCK!" Mark cries and sure enough, his voice is coming from his stomach now, from a source of power within him not dictated by the air in his lungs. "OH FUCK! FUCK ME!" "LOUDER!" I command him. "FUCK ME!" Mark cries in a rich baritone voice, "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH GOD!" Mark's ass can't take much more of this, he's doing amazing for a first-timer, but even a love-crazed 19-year-old has gotta give sometime. "LOUDER!" I roar. "SAY IT! SAY WHAT YOU NEED TO SAY TO ME!" "I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!" he cries, smearing the words together. I know that he's cumming because his ass is thrashing wildly, his colon spasming around my trembling dick. "YYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" I howl at the top of my lungs. "I LOVE YOU!" he cries. "YEEEEEEEES!" I scream and the dam is broken, gushing a semen flood of biblical proportions. "I LOVE you!" he cries, gasping, panting, shockwaves of his intense orgasm spasming his legs, his toes, even his skull. My cock juice continues to squirt into him, coating his body with my DNA. "I love you!" he gasps again, his body shivering, and the echoes fading, his heart still pounding. If I were nutting this down his throat, I would drown the poor guy. Even I'm surprised by the quantity. "Oh god..." he cries softer now, falling back into a familiar range, "I love you..." "Yes, yes..." I am gasping as well, feeling the backflow of trapped sperm dance around my dick head while I slow-fuck him. My cock will remain semi-hard for a few more minutes, and then probably retreat. But I won't quit loving this guy until biology and stamina command that I withdraw. I drop on top of him, my sweaty body melding with his sweaty body, my perspiration trickling over his shoulder in tiny rivers. We're panting, hearts pounding, and my Mark has taken my fuck like the champ I know that he is. I run my thumb through a sweaty little stream and reach around to put it to his lips. He opens and accepts it, still breathing heavily around my thumb as I gently fuck his mouth in time to the slow pumps in his butt. We're a pile of sweat, cum, and man stink. I can't see Mark, but I can read his body. He's drained. He gave more than he had to give, more than he thought possible. This has already gone deeper and further than he thought possible, he's already seen more of himself than he thought was there. He has no idea the depths of his strength, the power he has. And it's not in his cute ass or his shy smile. He's raw power...and in this cooling moment coated in my stink and while millions of my sperm swim madly inside him, he's discovering that power in a way he didn't know possible. My man-ape arms are draped over him, my prickly goatee saws his shoulder, my ragged huffs sound like tiger purrs in his ear - while all this is happening - my little lion has discovered that he has. A. Roar. I feel his chest vibrate, then shake. Then, shake harder. Pretty soon it's verbal, his laughing, his joyous outbreak. He laughs hard and pushes against my chest, this wonderful man laugh that comes from deep in his gut. I grin and put my tiger paw on the back of his neck. Massage gently. Mark continues to laugh and every now and then mutter a `holy shit' or a `that was...wow...wow...' It's almost time – my cock is succumbing to inertia and I want to be ready. "Stay there." I order him. I kiss the top of his head and gently extricate myself from our lovemaking. His ass is probably so open and slick that if I were hard, cock could slide into him without him noticing. Well, not much. I go to my gym bag and search for the object I brought with me. Mark is still breathing heavily on the bed, chuckling every now and then, dazed, a stupefaction that just doesn't happen often enough in life. If find the object easily and paddle back to the bed. I drop to his side and he turns his head towards me. He grins this sloppy, loopy smile at me and I laugh at my guy. "You okay, Marky?" I ask him, caressing his ear. He nods sleepily and then his eyes snap open. "Yes, Sir." I grin. "At ease, buddy boy. At ease. You can take it back down a notch." He relaxes and smiles at me dreamily. He looks as if I told him he can skip school today. He looks incredible, my guy. Content and totally melted, his body covered in drying sweat, his ass goosebumped as the colder room air rushes over where my flesh just was. I tussle his hair and he closes his eyes. I lean in to him and he can feel my warm breath on his cheek. He opens his eyes and looks at me with a question. "Kiss me." I command softly. He raises his head to meet my lips and the kiss itself is rich. His lips now know how to gently extend a loving kiss through subtle suckling, and we can taste each other fully. His drowsiness is instantly gone and he's communicating how he feels at this very moment through the tips of his lips. I use this moment to guide the butt plug to his anus. We've got to stop the leakage. His eyes open and he pulls back to ask, but I grab his head and pull him tight to me. The butt plug fits inside him instantly and I abandon it there, bringing my right arm to pull his body to me, guide him in for a longer kiss. We kiss until we're both in need of air, so we stop and we breathe each other for a moment. "What did you put in my butt?" he asks in a hoarse voice. "It's a rubber plug that sits in your ass. I'm not letting my babies leak out all over these cheap sheets." I tell him. "You gotta do a better job of babysitting than that." He smiles shyly. Oh no...I'm not letting that powerful animal retreat quite so quickly. "You want `em right?" I chuck his chin and force his eyes into mine. "You want all my babies inside you, right, buddy?" "Sure." He says with a little confidence. "Yeah, it's cool." "You don't sound sure." I say and reach for his ass. "If you don't want it..." Mark moves his butt away and grabs my wrist. "Leave it in." He says with more strength. "I want it." I screw up my face at him as if I'm not quite sure I believe him. Mark steels his glance. "I want your sperm. I want your cum in me." He's not apologetic or a cringing little boy about it: he's a man. I nod at him. I nod at an equal. We stare into each others' eyes and I shine out how proud of him I am. He gets it now. He gets why I was pushing him. We stay this way a while longer, my hand holding his face and massaging it with my thumb, recycling that powerful exchange between us until the tension is inevitably broken. He falls forward with comic drunkenness. "How long do I have to keep this in me?" He asks, voice muffled in the pillow. "Just until we get back." He sits up. "Back? Back from where?" "Pizza." I kiss him on the forehead and drag myself out of bed. I pull out a cock ring from my bag and slip it around my nuts. "Pizza?" He sits up, mildly alarmed. "Where?" "Where else? Romero's. The late-night place you always talk about in our IM chats. You didn't think I'd come all the way to Newark and skip what you claim is the best bacon and onion pizza on the east coast?" "No, no..." Mark says worriedly. "We can't go there." I already have my camouflage pants pulled up and am fastening the button. "Dude, anywhere but there." He pleads. "C'mon...anywhere..." I glance at him and he can see in my eyes that this is settled. "C'mon..." he pleads. "They know me there...they might, they might...you know, ask or something." I open a fresh beer. It's only 11:00 on Friday night. "I can't go with this...this thing in my butt!" Mark argues. "Get up." I tell him and he hops out of bed. He folds his arms. "I don't wanna go." I finish donning my socks and then lace up my boots. But I do not reply. "Fine." He says finally. He shuffles towards the bathroom, my dejected man. I turn him around, facing me. Kiss his soft, warm lips. "Do you trust me?" I ask quietly. He shrugs and nods. "Do you?" There's a little edge to my voice as I ask again. He looks into my eyes and is silent for a moment. "Yeah, I do. I really do." "Do you trust I'm going to take care of you? Treat you right, even in your own stomping grounds?" He stares into my eyes again, a different pleading taking place now. "Yes. I mean, yes, Sir." I pull him towards me and suck his bottom lip as I hold his balls in my right hand. We eventually break from the kiss. "I'll shower now." He says. "Get ready." "No showering. You're fine." "What?" Mark asks in surprise, his dark eyebrows shooting up. "You want me to go like this? Smelling like...like this??" "You smell like ME." I say evenly. "Yeah!" he exclaims. "My face smells like your armpit and my inner thighs got your sticky jizz coating `em and the rest of me smells like your sweat!" I grin at him. "I fail to see the downside here." "I don't believe this!" he cries. "Seriously? We're doing this?" "We're doing this." I confirm and lead him to my overnight bag. I pull out a royal blue mesh shirt and a matching jockstrap. I instruct him to put these on. He looks at me incredulously. I'm not smiling and not frowning. Just watching him. He mutters and growls about this but bends over to put on the jock strap. His butt is high in the air and it's tempting to pull out the plug and just start licking his ass. But that can wait. Of course, he looks hot in the jockstrap, his olive skin perfectly contrasting the darker color. I turn him around so I can examine him from several angles. He silently consents to this, still frustrated. "I get to wear jeans, right?" he asks with a strong edge of sarcasm. "Absolutely." I murmur, running my hand along the flank of his thigh. I hand him the mesh shirt and he looks at me with confusion. "Put it on." "No, man...this looks super gay." "Put it on." He holds it for a moment, struggles, and then loses the struggle. He slips it over his head. "Nice." I say and put my hand on the back of his neck. He looks down because he's afraid of showing me his eyes. "Trust me." I whisper to him. I massage his neck a little and pull him into me. I wrap my arms around him and kiss that throbbing vein on the side of his neck. My guy. He breathes against me, deep inhaling each breath. He's mad at me, but he can't get enough of my smell. "Let's go." I slap his ass. "They're only open until 12:30." *** The drive to Romaro's is quiet. Mark spends time looking earnestly out his passenger side window. I'm sure he thought he'd have to give me directions, but thanks to google maps, I have it covered. We're pulling into Romero's lot by 11:30. It's part of a strip mall, this place, and it's not a huge establishment. It's got a long formica bar along its plate-glass front window and I can see a few guys hunched over munching away. There's a row of tables right behind the window and I can see two slow-moving guys arguing with each other behind the counter. Every other business in the strip mall is closed, but there are about seven or eight folks in this spot, a few of them laughing with each other, pounding on a table and making a small ruckus. Mark glances at me, a wild look and I can see that I need to switch gears a little bit. I turn off the truck and pull out the keys. "Mark." He doesn't look at me. Mark!" I say louder, and his head snaps to me, an apology already in his eyes. "Mark." I say again, softer. "This place is important to you. It's one of the places you hang out regularly, on a street where you grew up. Symbol of your neighborhood. I want to share a slice with you here. Share this with you." His angry face softens a little. "It's one thing to say, `I love you' in bed during that powerful ecstasy. That's awesome in its own regard. But it's another thing to show that love outside the bedroom." He looks down at his tennis shoes. "And here you are, Marky, sitting in my mesh T-shirt, wearing the jock I handed you, smelling like my sweat, my stink. Even your face smells like my scent. And you're carrying my babies inside you. That's really something, Mark. I'm really proud of you." His head shoots up and his eyes find mine to see if I'm mocking him. I'm not. "You did real good, Mark. It took a lot of courage and a lot of faith to hop in this truck and come all the way here. Not having any clue what was going to happen. Damn impressive." He nods, a bit unsure where this is headed. "Thanks." He mumbles. "Sir." "I'm headed inside for a slice, Marky. I'd love it if you join me. If you come inside, I'll talk to you about love. Tell you a few things. But you don't have to do that, Mark. Here are the car keys. Sit and listen to a CD until I get back. That's cool too." His hand moves slowly to take the dangling keys from me. His fingers wrap around them gingerly and in slow motion, he moves the hand to rest on his jeans. "Whether you come in or not..." I taper off. "I'm still proud of you." There's a pause. I hop out of the cab and slam it shut. I saunter over to Romero's. Pay for my pizza. Sit in the window so he can see me eating. A young dude is sitting four stools down from me, iPod in his ears. He's chomping away, oblivious to everything. Jet black hair. Handsome enough I guess. I pull a pen out of my leather jacket and begin writing on a napkin. Fold it in half when I'm done. Take a giant bite of my onion and bacon pizza slice. Damn. Marky was right. This pizza is amazing. **** Feedback welcome and appreciated. mpls_ted@yahoo.com