Date: Wed, 6 May 2020 10:45:52 -0700
From: boyonboy_nifty@secmail.pro
Subject: How Mark Really Got That Hickey (gay/celeb)

On a recent episode of ABC's sitcom The Conners, 12 year old Mark had a
female friend sleep over and the two ended up giving each other
hickeys. Mark is gay, and while a curious gay preteen experimenting with a
girl isn't unheard of, I thought that it would have been much better if
Mark's sleepover buddy had been another boy. So this is my attempt at
writing an improved version of that story. Needless to say, I am not
affiliated with ABC or any of the production companies for The Conners and
this work of fiction does not represent the views of the producers and
writers of the show or the sexuality of the actors who play these
characters.

For the record, "Ryan" is a character of my own invention. In the show they
may have said the name of Harper's boyfriend, but I don't remember what it
was.

I love feedback. Please email if you enjoy the story or if you have
comments.

Obviously, I also love erotic fan fiction featuring young TV characters. If
you're a writer please consider contributing to this genre. In this time of
global uncertainty, we really need dirty stories featuring the kids from
Stranger Things. Young Sheldon would be good too.

--

"So Mom's spending the night in jail again?"

"No. I mean yes, technically but it's fine." Ben tried tried to adopt a
reassuring tone, not that Mark seemed to need it. "Darlene... Your
mom... It was just a misunderstanding and she'll be home in the
morning. I'm going to stay here tonight."

"Yeah, I know. I just needed to ask her something." Mark was used to his
mom's misunderstandings with the police. "Since you're like my fake dad
tonight can Ryan sleep over? Our social studies project is due tomorrow and
we still have a lot of work to do."

Ryan, who had been standing just a step behind Mark, stepped forward and
chimed in. "It's okay with my mom, Mr.... Ben. I already called and asked
her."

"Where is he going to sleep? You guys kind of already have a full house
here."

"In my room. Harris isn't here so he can sleep in her bed."

Ben looked at Mark and then at Ryan. Ryan was a dark haired boy just a
little taller than Mark. At 12, he didn't have the harsh angular features
of a high school jock, but he definitely gave off an "athlete" vibe. Even
as a middle aged straight guy, Ben could tell that Ryan was a good looking
kid.

"Mark, can I talked to you over here for a second? Privately?"

Mark rolled his eyes. In the small den "over here" meant about nine feet
from where he was currently standing, but he approached Ben anyway and said
"What?"

"You're still gay, right?"

"Last time I checked. And you don't have to whisper. Ryan knows. Everybody
at school does."

"Yeah, well, that's great but I don't think you're mom would want me
letting you have a sleepover with a boy. I know how much she freaked out
when your sister... you know... had a sleepover."

"Oh my gosh, Ben. I'm not Harris. And we're twelve. Besides, Ryan is
straight. He has a girlfriend."

"But still..."

"Homophobic much? You think I'm going to rape him just because I'm gay?"

"Jesus, Mark, no. Don't say things like that. Okay, it's fine. He can
stay. Go work on your project. Just don't stay up too late."

"We won't." Mark turned to Ryan. "Grab the diorama and come on. I've got
markers and glitter up in my room."

***

Once they were up in Mark's room Mark gave his guest the grand tour, which
took about ten seconds. "Sorry my room is such a poop hole. And sorry my
mom's boyfriend is such a dork."

"Nah, it's okay. It was hilarious when you said you were gonna rape
me. Like you even could."

Mark thought about correcting Ryan - he had meant that he wasn't going to
rape him. But based on Ryan's tone that kind of seemed beside the
point. "Yeah."

"You wanna try?"

"Try what?"

"Try to rape me." Mark's eyes got as big as saucers before Ryan
clarified. "Not like really. But we could wrestle and see if you can pin
me."

"Oh yeah. I mean we could but we should probably finish this project."

"I guess you're right. So what else do we have to do?"

"Well, I was thinking that I could finish decorating the diorama and maybe
you could look up our ten facts for the report. Or the other way around if
you want. I'm not trying to give you the sucky job."

"It's cool. You're better at the art stuff anyway. Can I use your laptop?"

"Sure, let me just put in the password."

The boys worked mostly in silence for the next hour. Mark busied himself
adding ever more elaborate details to the diorama, trying not to think
about the possibility of a wrestling match with the good looking boy who
would be sharing his room for the night. Ryan quickly managed to find a
list of facts about ancient Greece and copy them onto PowerPoint
slides. Not content to leave it at that he found a few relevant images and
added them to the presentation before trying virtually every possible
combination of colors and fonts he could before settling on one he liked.

When he finished the presentation Mark still seemed to be working, so Ryan
started to poke through the files on the laptop. Mostly it was just games
and schoolwork, though there was a folder filled with with pictures of
Asher Angel, Noah Schnapp, Dakota Lotus, and other young male
celebrities. Before Ryan could find anything juicier though, Mark
interrupted him.

"I think I'm done. Zeus's thunderbolt could really use another layer of
glitter but I'm all out of gold and besides I'm getting kind of tired."

"I'm sure it's all good. I'm done with the report part too."

The boys inspected each other's handiwork and applied their respective
seals of approval. As a finishing touch, they used Ryan's phone to take a
picture of the diorama and added it to the PowerPoint.

"That's awesome dude. We're gonna get an A for sure. I'm glad I picked you
for my partner."

Mark beamed. "Yeah, well, your part is pretty great too."

"So you wanna wrestle now or just go to bed or what?"

At least one part of Mark's body liked the idea of a wrestling match with
Ryan, but his brain was pretty sure it was a bad idea.

"We better not. Ben is pretty dumb but my mom likes him and I don't want to
make him mad." Mark could see that Ryan was a little
disappointed. "Besides, you'd probably kick my ass in ten seconds anyway."

Ryan laughed. "Yeah, maybe. But I bet if you were really trying to rape me
you would put up a good fight." There was an uncomfortable beat before he
added "J K, man. I know you're not like that."

"Yeah. So anyway, um, that's my sister's bed over there and I guess you can
borrow some of my pajamas."

"Actually, I usually just sleep in my boxers. Is that cool?"

Mark's mouth suddenly got really dry. "Sure. Yeah, if that's what you
usually do."

"Cool."

The two boys began to undress. Mark turned his back, not so much because he
minded Ryan looking at him but because he didn't want Ryan to see him
looking back. He was already half hard from all the wrestling talk, and
seeing Ryan in his underwear was unlikely to improve the situation.

"That Ben guy is your mom's boyfriend, right?"

"Yeah." Mark tossed the answer back over his shoulder as he rummaged in his
dresser for a suitable pair of PJs.

"So your real dad, is he like cool with you being gay too?"

"I mean he got freaked out one time when I said a guy was hot but I think
he would have done that even if I was a girl. He's pretty much okay with
it."

Mark down to his underwear now, just about to step into his pajama
bottoms. For just a second he had the feeling that Ryan was staring at him
from across the room, but of course he didn't dare to check. He told
himself he was being paranoid as he pulled up the flannel pants.

"My dad would shit a brick if I was. He probably wouldn't even let me sleep
over here if he knew you were. No offense."

No offense was a lot to ask. Even secondhand, Ryan's dad's homophobia stung
a little. But Mark knew that living in Lanford meant not having a lot of
resources to spare on microagressions; better to save his emotional capital
to deal with the macro ones.

Mark also knew that he couldn't avoid facing Ryan forever. Better to turn
around, try to enjoy a quick eyeful of his friend in his boxers, and hope
that the baggy pajamas he had chosen would hide anything that came up. So
that's what he did.

"It's okay. You can't help what your parents are like. I'm just glad
you're, um, nice."

Mark did his best to sound casual, but he wasn't sure he really pulled it
off. There was a guy standing in his bedroom in his underwear. One of of
the hottest guys in the sixth grade in fact. Mark did his best to keep his
gaze up, but even the tiny downward glance he snuck was enough to overwhelm
his senses. Ryan's chest was pale and smooth, with just the faintest lines
defining its boundaries, as if some fabulous god had used a pencil to
sketch in where the muscles were going to go later. The sketching continued
lower, defining a unmistakable V along Ryan's lower torso, pointing the way
to the real treasure. Mark dared not let his eyes linger there for more
than an instant, but he could tell there was a bulge. From the quick
snapshot he got Mark couldn't judge whether it was a big bulge or little
bulge or a soft bulge or a hard bulge, but Ryan definitely had a bulge,
right there where a bulge was supposed to be.

As quick as his downward scan had been Mark was sure it had not been quick
enough, and fully expected to see anger when he met Ryan's eyes again. But
there was none, just an unreadable but not unfriendly expression.

"Um, that's my sisters bed right there and you can sleep in it. Sorry it
smells like lavender. Harris literally sprays it with perfume every night."

Ryan glanced at the bed and then looked back at Mark. "Did you say
lavender?"

"Yeah. It's like the one flower I can't stand. I think she does it just to
be a B."

Another look at the bed, but still no move to get in. "See, I'm
like... allergic to lavender... even if it's fake. I don't know why... It
just makes me all sneezy... and itchy... and stuff."

Mark was suddenly furious at his sister. She was ruining his sleepover
without even being there. "Oh. Sorry. I didn't..."

"It's cool. I can just sleep on the floor."

Mark knew that everybody at school already knew he was poor, but there was
no way he was going to graduate to "makes his friends sleep on the floor"
poor. "Here. You can sleep in my bed and I'll sleep in Harris's."

"I thought you said you hated lavender."

"Yeah, but at least I'm not allergic."

"Don't be stupid. We can both fit in your bed. That way neither one of us
has to deal with it."

Mark's heart jumped in his chest. At least one other organ reacted as well.

"I don't know. My bed is pretty small."

"Dude, we're not that big. It'll be fine. I had to sleep with my cousin
when I went to visit my grandma and he's an eighth grader."

Mark decided to shut up and accept his good luck. He was going to get to
sleep with Ryan. Well, not "sleep with" sleep with, but still. There were a
million ways it could end in social disaster but it was a risk work taking.

"Okay, yeah, I guess we can share if you're okay with it."

"Why wouldn't I be? Come on. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm standing here
in my boxers like a freak. Let's get in bed."

The boys climbed into bed and situated themselves as best they could. There
was room for the both of them, but only just. The thought crossed Mark's
mind that they could make more room by laying on their sides, which morphed
into a image of himself lying on his side with Ryan behind him, grinding
his crotch into Mark's ass. He realized that if those kinds of thoughts
were going to be with him all night, he was never going to get any
sleep. Still, totally worth it.

"See? We fit. It's not that bad."

Ryan's words broke Mark's erotic reverie. "Yeah. It's okay." Better than
okay.

"I don't wanna go to sleep yet."

"Uh, okay." Mark wasn't sure what the alternative was, not that he didn't
have some ideas.

"Let's talk about stuff."

"Like what?"

"I don't know... " Ryan's voice trailed off as if he were trying to think
of a topic. "Hey, are you still hooking up with that Austin kid?"

Mark's blood went cold. "What do you mean? He's the main one who calls me
fag. We never..."

"Don't lie. Everybody saw you kiss that time in the cafeteria. And Harper
said she saw you guys making out behind that big tank thing at recess."

"Oh." Mark decided further protests weren't worth it. "Actually we broke
up. I got tired of him being mean to me when weren't kissing."

"That sucks. I don't know why that guy is such a dick."

"Yeah. I still miss him though."

"Sorry dude."

"Thanks."

"So when you guys kissed did you just regular kiss or French kiss like with
tongues?"

"Uh, regular at first then we started doing French." Mark wasn't sure if it
was weirder that Ryan was asking about him kissing a boy or that he was
answering.

"Did you guys ever do anything else?"

"Like what?"

"Like you know anything. Like more than kissing."

"No." Technically that was true. They had never done anything else exactly
on purpose. But there was a little more to tell. "I mean sometimes when we
made out we kind of rubbed together... our fronts... down there."

"Nice. So you guys basically dry humped." The excitement in Ryan's voice
was unmistakable.

"I guess. Except for one time it wasn't."

"What do you mean?"

"Like one time we rubbed too hard and I... you know. Stuff came out."

"You jizzed your pants at school?" Ryan didn't exactly yell it, but Mark
sure wished he had said it quieter.

"It wasn't that much. But it was still kind of gross. I had to wait for a
stall in the bathroom to clean up and I got in trouble for being late for
Language Arts."

"Haha. I remember that day. You looked so embarrassed. I just thought you
were taking a dump."

"Eww no. I never do that at school."

"No you just make out with your boyfriend so hard you sperm yourself."

Mark knew Ryan wasn't trying to be mean, but he was ready for his sex life
not to be the center of attention. "What about you and Harper? What have
you done?"

"Nothing much. We kissed a few times and one time it was like half French
and half regular. She wants us to give each other hickeys."

"That's good I guess."

"Yeah, but I don't really know how."

"I think you just kinda suck on the other person's neck."

"Did you ever do that with Austin?"

"No, but I heard my sister talk about it."

The room got quiet for a moment. Mark assumed that it was a natural lull in
the conversation, but in fact Ryan was just working up his courage for what
he was about to ask.

"Since you already know about it, could you maybe help me practice?"

"Practice what?" There was no way Ryan meant what Mark thought he meant.

"Hickeys." When Mark didn't reply, Ryan pressed on. "Please? You can give
me one and then I can give you one."

"Really? I thought you were..."

"I... I just need to practice." Ryan tried to sound convincing. "For
Harper."

"I guess we can try it. If you really want to."

Mark sat up and turned on the bedside lamp. Was he really about to give
Ryan a hickey? Secretly going out with a closeted jerk like Austin was bad
enough. Could he ever put another Pride sticker on his notebook if he let
himself be a practice doll for a straight guy? He decided he could figure
out the answer to the second question later, but as he stared at the neck
of the half-naked boy in bed beside him, he knew the answer to the first
question was yes.

"Are you sure you want me to do it?"

"Go ahead." Ryan's words came out as something between a whisper and a
croak.

Slowly Mark leaned over and across Ryan and, with just a moments
hesitation, pressed his lips against his neck. He began to suck as if
drinking through a straw and quickly realized that the dainty little
grandma kiss he had started with wasn't going to get the job done. He
backed off and went in again, this time opening his mouth wider and gently
gnawing and lapping at Ryan's neck like a considerate lamprey. The angle
still wasn't quite ideal, so Mark leaned over more until he was basically
laying on top of Ryan as he went in for another mouthful of neck. So
focused was he on the task of giving the hickey that it took him a few
seconds to notice that his very hard dick was pressed firmly against Ryan's
thigh and that he was pumping his hips urgently in time with the movements
of his mouth.

As soon as he realized what he was doing Mark tried to pull away, but Ryan
stopped him.

"Don't. It's okay. Mine is too. See?" By way of illustration, Ryan grabbed
Mark by the wrist and pulled his hand down and pressed it against the front
of his boxers.

Mark did see. Ryan was as hard as he was. But then Mark saw more than
that. Ryan wasn't just hard because of hormones or dirty talk or a
"practice" hickey. He was turned on because he liked it.

"You... You're not allergic to lavender are you?"

"Um, not exactly."

"You wanted to do this? With me?"

Ryan didn't answer right away. Mark, whose hand was still resting on Ryan's
very hard dick, gave it a little squeeze.

"Yeah."

Mark stopped squeezing and looked Ryan in the eyes. "So are you... like
me?"

"I think so. Maybe I'm bi, but I definitely like guys."

"Do you still like Harper?"

"I guess. Kind of. A little." Ryan took a deep breath. "I like you more."

When Mark didn't reply right away Ryan continued "If you don't like me it's
okay. I can go sleep in the other bed."

Neither one of them moved. Mark was still half on top of Ryan with his
fingers loosely wrapped around his boxer-clad boyhood. Finally, after the
longest four seconds of either of their lives, Mark said "Do you want to
try kissing?"

Ryan gave his answer by pulling Mark down until their lips met. The first
kiss was closed mouth and relatively tame. Gradually though lips were
parted and tongues began to probe. Mark tasted the remnants of hot dog dog
and yellow mustard in Ryan's mouth, a reminder that they had forgotten to
brush their teeth before bed. As they kissed, Ryan wrapped his arm around
Mark's waist and began to gently massage his ass while Mark continued to
hold on to Ryan's cock through his boxers. As hot as the kissing was, both
wanted more, but for a few minutes the erotic fog in their brains was too
great for either of them to form conscious thoughts.

It was Ryan who finally moved things along, breaking the kiss for long
enough to moan "Do you want to get naked?"

Mark didn't answer but began to immediately take off his pajamas. When he
was down to his underwear he paused, giving Ryan time to appreciate the
very prominent tent in his tight fitting boxer-briefs. Then without further
ceremony the both of them peeled off their final garment to reveal
themselves to one another.

Both of them were circumcised. Mark's was long and skinny, with a prominent
mushroom head. Ryan's was shorter and thicker and more tapered. Ryan had
just a few wisps of light brown hair while Mark was completely bare.

"Yours is nice. It's long." Without waiting for permission Ryan reached out
and began to stroke Mark's dick.

Mark returned the favor after first taking a moment to fondle Ryan's balls,
which were notably bigger and heavier than his own. "I like yours too."

They continued to masturbate each other for the next few minutes. At one
point they tried to start kissing again but found that giving pleasure with
a tongue and a hand at the same time was too difficult to manage so they
stopped and focused on the stroking.

Ryan's orgasm hit him first, crashing over him like a wave at the world's
best water park. It felt like his dick was trying to pump all of his
insides out but in reality it was just two watery spurts of preteen
cum. Most of it landed on the sheets but Mark also got a healthy quantity
on his hand.

Mark's climax, not far behind, was no less powerful, though his ejaculation
was more of an ooze than a squirt and almost all of it ended up coating
Ryan's fingers. Almost reflexively, Ryan brought his hand to his mouth and
licked it clean. Mark's cum tasted different than his own, somewhat saltier
and less bitter. Mark had never tasted cum before but didn't want to be
left out, so he tested the deposit on his hand with a tentative swipe of
his tongue. It actually tasted kind of bad, but bad in a good way, like the
sips of beer that Grandpa Dan let him try sometimes.

"Do you like it?"

Even if it had tasted like dog crap Mark knew he wasn't going to say
anything bad about the sperm of the boy he had just shared his first real
sexual experience with. "It was kind of weird but yeah."

"Yours was good too."

"Thanks. So I guess you have done this before with other guys?"

"No. Well I mean yeah. I always taste it ever since I started jerking off
but I did do some stuff with my cousin at Christmas."

"Oh." Mark's heart broke just a little. "So you jerked off with him too?"

"Yeah. And other stuff."

"What other stuff?"

"I'll show you."

Mark wasn't dumb and had seen his share of porn, so in the time it took
Ryan to wrap his lips around his cock he was able to anticipate what was
coming, but the feeling of his first blow job still took him by
surprise. Ryan's warm, wet mouth sliding up and down his pole felt
completely different than a hand. It touched something primitive in his
brain, and as Ryan continued to bob up and down Mark began to take an
active role by tensing his ass and meeting each down stroke with a small
pelvic thrust.

Ryan was incredibly turned on by Mark's attempt to fuck his mouth but
really wanted some physical stimulation to go along with the mental. With
just a little difficulty he pulled off Mark's cock and asked "Do you want
to try 69?"

It took Mark a moment to have any thought other than "Keep sucking!" and
another moment to remember what a 69 was supposed to be. "Is that that
thing where..."

"Yeah. Here, turn around and you can suck mine while I suck yours."

It took Mark a moment to get his bearings on Ryan's dick. Though Ryan was
no porn star, it was a pretty thick tool for the mouth of a
sixth-grader. But once Mark figured out that he needed to let himself drool
all over it to provide the needed lubrication, he began to provide Ryan
with a very satisfying blow job.

Smalls moans and grunts filled the room as the boys continued to slurp and
suck. Now that they were both lying on their sides, Ryan took the
opportunity to once again run his hands over the smooth globes of Mark's
firm ass. Mark stayed focused on Ryan's genitals, using one hand to guide
his cock in and out of his mouth while the other gently massaged his
balls. He wondered if you rubbed a guy's balls a lot if it made him make
more sperm; it seemed like something he had heard one time.

This time it was Mark that came first, depositing a small puddle of boy
jizz directly onto Ryan's tongue. Then Mark got his reward, which though
also not that voluminous sure felt like a mouthful. As they disengaged a
few rivulets of spit-and-spooge cocktail escaped Mark's mouth and dribbled
onto Ryan's sparse pubes.

"You're a really good sucker, Mark."

"Thanks. You are too."

"You want to kiss some more?"

"Sure."

The snogging led to groping, which led to another round of blow jobs. This
time they took turns, and after Ryan had finished Mark off again he got up
and fished his phone out of his pants. He began tapping away at it but
before Mark even had a chance to ask what he was doing he was done. He put
the phone away and crawled back into the bed.

"What were you doing?"

"Breaking up with Harper."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"You sent her a break up text in the middle of the night? That's kind of
mean."

Ryan laughed. "She'll get over it. Besides, you didn't think I was mean
when I was sucking your dick a minute ago."

"Hey, I sucked yours too."

"True."

"So are we going out now?"

"Yeah. I mean I want to. Do you?"

"Maybe."

Ryan waited for a laugh, thinking Mark was just pulling his chain. But one
didn't come he said, "Wait, what?"

"I only want to go out if you're going to be out. I don't want it to be
like with Austin."

"I can be out at school. But my dad..."

"You have to tell him sometime."

"I know but I'm not ready yet." Ryan leaned in and kissed Mark gently on
the lips. "Can you give me a little time?"

Mark was proud but not made out of stone. "Okay."

"Okay."

"So what now?"

The question hung in the air as the two boys studied each other in the pale
lamp light. Despite having had three orgasms apiece in the last hour, they
were both still hard.

"Well, we already jerked off and sucked."

Mark knew what that meant. There was something else they could do.

"With your cousin... did you ever... you know?"

"Nah. He wanted to, but I wasn't sure I did."

"Do you know how to do it?"

"Yeah. I've watched porn and stuff."

"Same." Mark couldn't believe they were talking about this. "And I looked
it up on the internet. You're supposed to use lube."

"Do you have anything like that?"

Mark opened the drawer on his nightstand and retrieved a small tube and
tossed it to Ryan.

"Wonderglide? This is like the good kind. Where did you get this?"

Mark sighed. "My mom. When she gave me 'the talk'. She has boundary
issues."

"Have you ever used it before?"

"Yeah."

"Just for jerking or for..."

"Both."

"Does it work good?"

"It's really slippery."

"Nice."

They were talking just to talk now, neither one quite knowing how to
initiate the next step. Finally Mark said "You really never did it with
your cousin?"

"No, never."

"Ok." Mark made his decision. "Fuck me."

"You sure?"

Mark was already positioning himself on his hand and knees.

"Do it. Use a lot of that stuff."

Ryan liberally coated both Mark's ass and his own cock with the lube,
pouring more than a little onto the bed in his eagerness. He was ready to
take the plunge right away until Mark shared his internet wisdom and
suggested Ryan start by using his fingers.

Anal play had been part of Mark's masturbation habits for months, so Ryan's
skinny index finger went in with no problem. The middle finger was a bit
more of a stretch, and getting the ring finger in required a few more
generous glugs of Wonderglide. Pretty soon though Mark was taking all three
fingers easily, gasping and grunting as Ryan opened him up.

"Can I use my dick now?"

Mark was too lost in his feeling to give a verbal reply; all he could
manage was a vigorous nod.

Ryan pulled out his fingers. His first instinct was to rush to get his dick
in before the hole closed, but instead he took the time to slather it with
one more coat of lube. That done, he located Mark's anus with the tip of
his cock and began to press. At first it didn't seem like the muscle was
going yield, but then all of sudden it opened up and Ryan found himself
buried in his new boyfriend's ass, not quite balls deep but close enough.

For a moment Ryan was perfectly still, afraid that somehow the penetration
was a fluke and that if moved he would be ejected from Mark's love tunnel
and never allowed entry again. But gradually he began to ease himself
deeper until his pubis actually touched Mark's ass, then to pull back again
to prepare for another thrust. Then forward again, then back. The size of
his preteen equipment necessitated short, stabbing strokes, not quite what
he'd been taught to expect from the horse-cocked guys he'd seen in
porn. Gradually though he found a rhythm that worked, one that seemed to
please Mark as well based on how he was forcing himself back to meet each
thrust.

As they coupled Ryan looked down at Mark. Their builds weren't really that
different, but from this position Mark seemed so slender and
delicate. Ryan's eyes rested on Mark's neck as he remembered how this at
all started with a hickey. Reaching up to his own neck, he could feel a
different texture on the skin where Mark had gone to work on him. He
thought that if Mark had managed to leave a hickey, he was owed one too. So
while continuing to fuck Ryan bent over and began to nibble at Mark's neck,
doing his best to duplicate the technique that had been used on him. It was
awkward but erotic, and just a minute later it was all Ryan could do to
keep from biting Mark as he exploded inside him, pumping out the very last
few droplets of semen in his reserves.

Mark was discovering that getting fucked by another boy was nothing like
fingering himself in the shower - it was a thousand times better. Ryan's
relentless pounding on his prostate was bringing him closer and closer to
the verge, and when he felt Ryan cum inside of him he knew that his own
orgasm was only seconds away. So as Ryan pulled out Mark rolled on his back
and finished himself off with five quick strokes. It was the absolute best
feeling of his life followed by most excruciating emptiness of his life,
followed by a sense of utter calm.

Ryan spoke first. "Did you like it?"

"It was the best."

"Same."

"We should do that a lot."

"Did... you want to fuck me now?"

Mark looked down at his dick. For the first time since he saw Ryan in his
boxers it was getting soft.

"I want to fuck you, but not now. My dick is tired and so am I."

"Cool. You can fuck me first next time."

"Okay, but then you have to fuck me again. Your dick feels really good."

"Deal."

They took a few minutes to try to sop up as much cum and lube from the bed
as they could with one of Mark's old t-shirts, then pulled their underwear
back on and crawled into bed. It had been a long night, so sleep came
quickly. Mark's final thought before drifting off was that in the morning
they were going to have to figure out some way to cover up those hickeys.