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
an84095@anon.penet.fi