Date: Sat, 5 Jan 2019 18:24:57 +0000 From: Madu Gosei Subject: Distance Lovers Distance Lovers The day had arrived, Mark had not expected to be nervous since he and Brendan had been chatting for several months. Living several thousand miles apart had restricted the chances of them meeting, but this was Christmas, when they both would be in the same area and be able to meet for the first time. Mark sat watching the clock, it seemed as if time was going slower than normal. He was eager to meet yet anxious that he may disappoint Brendan as they were both tops. The pair had arranged what would happen – Brendan had been given Mark's address along with full permission to walk on in at the agreed time. The time came and went, Mark was starting to feel that Brendan would not turn up as arranged. "Had he got cold feet?" pondered Mark as he moved to the kitchen to fetch himself a drink. He was mid pour when he heard the clunk of the lock mechanism on his front door. That set off the nerves again as he was only expecting one person. Mark nervously shuffled back into the living room, keeping his eyes to the ground in case it was not Brendan. "Hello?" announced Brendan, his voice was deeper than Mark had imagined but it was calm and measured. Mark raised his head and was met by Brendan's deep blue eyes. They could both see the anxiousness in each other as Mark returned the announcement, "Hello, Brendan?". Mark was confused as to why he had asked if Brendan was Brendan. They had seen pictures of each other so why did he respond with that sentence. He stood there, 6 foot tall a nice, soft ginger beard wearing a jumper and jeans combination that had been shown on social media before. "Yes, It's me, we've finally met after all this time." was the response from Brendan. The air was electric with tension, finally broken by the offer of a drink. On his return from the kitchen, Mark found that Brendan was sitting on the sofa that was only ever used by visitors. He handed the drink to Brendan before closing the doors and returning to take a seat beside the man he had talked to for so long. "So" started Mark, "How are you?" – it felt like the worst opening to use considering they knew everything about each other. Brendan responded "I'm fine, now we've finally met". He let out a sigh before the pair started to break down the ice using normal conversation. Bzzz! Bzzz! – An alert came through on Mark's smartwatch. He looked at it and then at Brendan exclaiming "it's been two hours already!". Brendan agreed that they had allowed time to get away from them but it was still early as neither had work to go to in the morning. As the fire crackled, Brendan removed his jumper. As he lifted it up over his head, it got caught on the t-shirt underneath. It also slid up to reveal a thick carpet of fur on Brendan's torso. Mark saw this as an opportunity and ran his fingers through it, the hair parting and sliding through each digit as his hand ran higher. Under the T-shirt his fingers found even more fur and he was in heaven. "You OK now you've done that?" asked Brendan as he finished removing his jumper. He sat the jumper down on the floor beside the sofa and cupped Mark's jaw with his right hand, pulling him up until both their lips locked. The lips were so soft they felt like marshmallows which were then parted by Brendan's tongue. All ice had gone, the nervousness still there as their hands moved across their bodies. One of Mark's hands was still rummaging through the forest of hair when he felt a cold metal tip. He wasn't aware that Brendan had a bar through his nipple. Instinct took over and he twisted it which resulted in his elbow being nudged by the rapid thrust of blood that had exploded in Brendan's cock. Taken by surprise, Mark pulled back from kissing and looked down to see the biggest bulge he had witnessed as Brendan's jeans struggled to contain the sexual energy unleashed by the tugging on the nipple ring. Mark's instincts kicked in and his hand moved down through the fur until the tips of his fingers passed under the waistband of his jeans where it met Brendan's blood filled cock. As Mark's fingers wrapped around the bulbous cock he had dreamt off, Brendan popped the buttons on his jean's to allow free access. It was pulsing in Mark's hand at the new found freedom as his hand started caressing the head as it produced a lot of precum. The hand wasn't enough for Mark though as he moved his head towards Brendan's crotch while pulling down his underwear to unleash the erection. Lips wrapped around the head of the precum covered cock, it tasted salty but sweet and after tasting some, returned to kissing Brendan, sharing the precum with him. Mark pulled back and opened his eyes to see Brendan smiling. "Happy now?" was the exclamation that awaited a response. "Almost" responded Mark as he grabbed Brendan's hand. He pulled him up and said – "Let's move this upstairs". Mark led Brendan to the stairs where they held hands as they climbed them to reach the master bedroom. The bed had already been made, ready for the visit in case it went well. The pair began to kiss again as they began to strip. Brendan nipping at Mark's neck causing a little bit of pain, just enough to still be pleasurable. Brendan grabbed the bottom of Mark's T-shirt and slowly slide it up his torso and over his head, gently stoking the side of Mark's torso with his digits as they moved upwards. Hands moved towards cupping each other's balls while kissing ensued. Brendan removed his jeans and underwear meaning that he finished first since he had already started downstairs. Mark, still a little nervous, was taking longer to get the last items of clothing off which allowed Brendan to take him by surprise. He pushed him onto the bed where Mark fell onto his hands enabling Brendan to lift his legs onto the bed. Before he knew what was happening, Mark felt something warm and wet against his anus. He was being rimmed, but this was deeper than before with the tongue parting the cheeks and entering what he had geekily named his chamber of secrets. He grunted in pleasure, even squealed as Brendan masterfully relaxed Mark's ass to the point that he felt on cloud 9. The pacing kept fluctuating, sometimes it was slow and passionate while at points the tongue was being driven in as far as possible with eagerness as Mark's moaning intensified. Something came over Mark, he had never been fucked before but he wanted all nine inches of Brendan's cock in him. "Fuck me!" he screamed which was met by a "Really!?" response. "But, you haven't been fucked before." Mark turned his head around and looked at Brendan - their eyes locked, both saying the same thing "I trust you". Brendan returned to rimming Mark, moistening his hole and plunging his tongue as deep as he could, spitting every now and again to lube Mark's hole up as much as possible. After a few minutes Brendan moistened his index finger and started to play with Mark's butt. The first push of the digit sent an excruciating pain through Mark causing Brendan to stop. Mark placed his hand on Brendan's arm and told him not to stop, instead directing him to open the top drawer of a small bedside cabinet. This revealed a tub of anal butter, Mark's favourite lube he uses with those he tops. Using the index finger that had already been in Mark, Brendan covers it in some anal butter and returns to the tight ass that has never been fucked before. Rubbing the butter around the anus, Brendan then enters again, this time Mark feels a different sensation. Pleasurable pain – he feels it more as Brendan thrusts his finger into the hole. Mark can feel it against his prostate, the urge to pee is real and he works through it until the finger is withdrawn. Mark pants as his body reels in excitement at the pleasure gained from being fingered. A gentle throbbing sensation reminds him of what was once there. Mark feels some else at his hole, something bigger, which he recognises as Brendan's beast. Brendan lays his hand on Mark's back, reassuring him that he will not do anything that he doesn't want. Brendan pushes forward, Mark grimaces as the cock entering his hole is at least twice as wide as the finger that had been there before. Brendan stops and tells Mark to take a deep breath. Deep breath in, hold for a couple seconds, breathe out again. With each breath in, Brendan presses on until, before realising it, Mark has taken all nine inches of Brendan's cock. "Ready for more?" whispers Brendan who gets a nervous yes reply from Mark. Brendan withdraws a little and then pushes back in. For a second the pain is unbearable but then he withdraws again. The pain relieved changes to pleasure as Brendan thrusts again. "Argh" exclaims Mark causing Brendan to stop. "Do you want me to stop?" asks Brendan as he stays still. There is no response from Mark who instead pushes back on the hard cock. "Fuck me!!!" exclaimed Mark who is pushing back and forward on Brendan's cock. Brendan takes the command from Mark and pushes his head down. The screams of pleasure from Mark echo around the room as the bed squeaks from every thrust and grunt made by Brendan who can't believe how tight this hole is yet how easy it is able to take every inch of his cock. Things began slow, steady and deep, getting Mark used to being the bottom. As they get into the swing of it the rhythm changes with Brendan thrusting as hard as he can, as deep as he can. Sweat is dripping off Mark's back who is shocked that he is enjoying the hard fucking he is being given. Brendan exclaims that he can't hold on much longer causing Mark to beg for the load to be unleashed into his ass. "I need your cum in there" exclaimed Mark and then it pops, several times as Brendan unleashes a huge load into the once virginal crevice he has just fucked. He goes to slide out having filled the hole but Mark ushers him to remain inside until he returns to the normal flaccid state. Now out, Brendan turns Mark over and kisses him, climbing on top of him in the process. "Holy Fuck, wasn't expecting that!" stated Brendan to which Mark agreed saying "I don't know what came over me, I just needed that cock of yours inside me!". "It was hot as fuck" replied Brendan as he closed in for more kissing. They turned and they rolled hugging and kissing for what seems like an eternity until they both realised it was time for rest. "What about you?" remarked Brendan, "You haven't come yet" "There's always tomorrow. None of us have anything on and we can continue exploring our chemistry" responded Mark. The nuzzled up together on the bed, arms around each other, both with a smile on their face. They had talked for so long and now they had met. The chemistry they had was replicated in real life as it was virtually. They look forward to seeing where else they could go from here.