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When Marc first met Florian
PART ONE
The Meeting
It was late, nearly 10 pm one Saturday, when Florian decided to go out. A warm summer evening, so only a grey t-shirt, light blue low-hanger jeans and a pair of trainers required. It was still very warm. Heading towards a gay bar in town he frequented, he wasn't doing much more than walking casually along the still busy street, hands shoved down inside the front pockets of his jeans. He wasn't really thinking about anything in particular, just breathing in the evening air, taking in the sights.
After a while, coming towards him, Florian caught sight in the distance of an interesting looking man, perhaps five years older than himself. Same height, blond hair. He didn't want to make eye contact and tried not to stare too obviously. He did notice however that the other man was smartly dressed. A pair of stone coloured chinos, a pale blue shirt, with the sleeves rolled back, an expensive looking tie loosened at the neck, with the top button of his shirt undone. A sports bag hanging over one shoulder and across his chest rested over his backside. He had a jacket folded and tucked under the other arm. His hands were in his trouser pockets and he looked as if he might be heading home after work and a visit to the gym.
Florian had noticed all of this in the few secret glances he took before the other man had got close enough to notice him, in the quite crowded street.
They passed by each other. Florian looked straight ahead, pretending not to notice but a shoe lace on one of his trainers was undone and so he crouched down on one knee to tie it. As he did, he sneaked a peek behind himself and noticed that the other man had stopped and was now looking in a shop window, not far behind him. He thought he saw him glancing back at him but he wasn't sure. He tied his lace, stood up and walked on. After a few paces, he glanced back again over his shoulder. This time he was sure the other man was looking back at him. A little shiver of excitement ran through Florian.
He would never have the courage to make a move on someone, especially not a complete stranger in the street. He did however feel a little thrilled that someone had noticed him and was looking at him. It made him feel good about himself. He continued walking and crossed the street, a little more confidently now. The door to the bar was only a short walk away. He could hear the noise coming from inside, it sounded busy. There will be someone I know in there, he thought. Maybe the night will be a good one.
Marc:
Saturday night, the store opens late, I never get away early, still I've got tomorrow off. We sell clothes, so I get a discount and like to look smart myself. I can afford some nice stuff. It's hot tonight, still very busy, lots of people about. I've been to the gym after work and I'm taking a slow walk home. I've taken off my jacket and folded it under my arm. I don't want it to get all sweaty and creased.
I've just spotted a guy in the distance walking towards me. I don't think he can see me. He's wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I always notice what people are wearing. He's about my height, just over six foot tall. Fresh faced, he looks like he might be a student. There are dark marks under his armpits where his sweat has been absorbed by the cotton. I like his hairstyle, short and flipped up at the front. Better not stare he'll see me!
No, he's not noticed me. I'll look in this window and then sneak a glance back at him, check out his arse. He's bending down to tie a shoe lace. I can see the top of his underpants below his t-shirt. Calvin Klein! I know my brands, white with a red waistband by the look of it. I wonder if he's noticed me. Oh! He's off again. Looks as if he's going to cross the road. Shit! He's looking back. Oh! Now he's definitely seen me looking. Probably thinks I'm cruising him, which of course I am! I think he's headed for that gay bar over there.
I wait. Yes he's going in. Looks as if he knows where he's going, no straight would wander in there, it's obvious, it's full of men and there's that big fat old queen on the door kissing all the regulars, when he recognises them. He's enough to scare anyone off – certainly the straights!
I haven't been in there for ages, I don't often come down this street. Should I follow him? Oh! Why not? It's so hot tonight. The prospect of a cooling beer might just be a good excuse to follow him in.
I cross the road. He's disappeared inside already. My eyes adjust to the dim light inside. I don't see him. Yes, now I do. He's just kissed someone. Just my luck, he's probably meeting his boyfriend. But wait – no, not a boyfriend, he's just kissed someone else. Probably just people he knows.
Florian:
It's busy in here tonight. Oh No! Here comes Stefan, he always insists on kissing me and feeling my arse! I can see some free stools, in the corner at the bar over there. I'll grab one.
Beer Please! I sit down, the beer arrives. There's a mirrored wall behind the bar. Makes the place look bigger and ideal for checking out the competition in their reflections, without looking too obviously straight at them.
Isn't that the guy from the street? Yes it is! He's coming over this way.
Marc:
I can see him on a stool at the bar over there. OK! - deep breath, there's a spot free beside him. Make your move.
I ask him if he minds if I sit on a free stool beside him? No he doesn't. In fact he pulls back a stool and offers me a place to sit right beside him. Beer Please! I gulp down almost half of it in one go. The gas goes straight to my head. That was stupid. Calm down – don't be so nervous – he'll think I'm an alcoholic, escaped from the Priory.
I say: Hi! My name's Marc. God it's hot tonight (And so are you, I think to myself) I offer him my hand. He shakes it and says his name's Florian.
Florian:
He's just sat down beside me. His name's Marc. He's Fucking Gorgeous! I've never seen such beautiful green eyes. I can feel my face going all red, my cock's twitching. He's ordered a beer, it arrives. 'Cheers!' we both say together and clink glasses. I think he's every bit as nervous and excited as I am. We're both gulping down our beers far too quickly – probably the nerves!
Marc:
This is one of those moments, when it's as if there's nobody else in the bar. All I can see and all I can focus on is this guy Florian sat beside me. I can't look at him directly yet, I'm embarrassed. I excuse myself and ask if he knows where the toilets are. He points to the corner. I ask him to keep my seat for me and look after my sports bag. He says he will. I step inside the toilets and pee at the urinal, I'm semi-hard but I still have to pee. I go to wash my hands and see myself in the mirror and fiddle with my hair, trying to tease it into shape. I wish I had shaved this morning. I smarten myself up as best I can and go back to the bar. Thank goodness, he's still sitting there. I thought maybe he might have left. The back of his grey t-shirt is stuck to his skin. I can see the dark sweat lines down his back. It's hot in here.
Florian:
He says he needs to pee so I point towards the toilet door. I'd like to take a peak inside his sports bag, while he's away, see what's in it, maybe sniff his kit but I resist the temptation! The bar is getting busy and noisy, typical Friday night. He's coming back. He's sitting a bit closer, I can feel his leg touching mine. I don't pull away but press harder into his. I ask if I can buy him a beer, he says no, - he'll buy me one. We don't argue. He asks me if I've been on holiday and I pull up the front of my t-shirt to show him my tan. He's impressed. I ask him if he's been anywhere. He says his holiday is booked for next month in Spain. He's going to the same place that I've just come back from so I start to tell him all the places he must see, when he gets there. He's easy to talk to and I'm feeling more relaxed myself now.
Marc:
I buy us both a beer and he tells me he's just come back from holiday. He lifts the front of his t-shirt to show off his tanned chest. Rock solid ads! This guy is fit! Says he loves cycling, bet he's got good thighs and a firm bum. He's a final year university student, graduates next week. Turns out, next month, I will be visiting exactly the same resort that he's just been to! He starts to tell me where all the sights are, the bars to go to and so on. It's so noisy and crowded in here, we have to shout and lean in towards each other to hear what the other is saying. I can feel his breath on my ear as he talks. I can smell his body. A clean musky smell with a hint of sweat. Fuck! He's sexy!
Florian:
We've been here for almost two hours. It's gone midnight. We just keep on talking, we have so much in common. He's such good company, quite funny and amusing. Lots of stories about his customers and the people he knows. I've lost count of the number of beers we've had – four, five? I'm not very good with alcohol. I've already had far more than usual and I'm feeling quite light headed. Our legs, arms and shoulders touch, as people pass by us in the crowded bar and bump into us. Every time we touch, it's like electricity. Like a first crush all over again!
I say this place is getting too crowded and suggest we move on and before I can stop myself, I've invited him back to my flat for a nightcap.
Marc:
He's just suggested we go back to his place for a nightcap. I said casually why not. In fact I'm like a teenager again, excited at the prospect of leaving the bar and having this hot piece of ass all to myself. I pick up my sports bag and we both get up to leave. As we walk along the street, we bump into other walkers on the pavement and into each other. My hand just touched his. For a moment he held it in his before we parted to let some girls pass between us. One turned around and shouted 'Have fun boys'. Is is that obvious or has the rest of the world just decided we are meant to be together?
Florian:
I'm trying to get the key in the lock on the main door of my apartment, my hand is shaking a little. We are inside now. He's put his arms around my waist and pulled me towards him. We're kissing – Our First Kiss!. His sports bag drops on the floor. I take his hand, we walk to the lift. We step inside and I press button number 8. The doors close and we put our arms around each other and start kissing again. The doors open and we walk to the door of my flat. I open it, step back and invite him in. As he passes, I slap his buttock. He laughs.
Marc:
This is a nice flat. There' a large living area, not much furniture but very modern, minimalist, smart, tidy. Florian turns on the lights and lowers the dimmer switch, so that it is still quite dark. We are looking at each other in shadow light. He points towards the doors, indicating – the kitchen, the bathroom, the bedroom. Huge floor to ceiling glass patio doors lead to a small balcony. We stand out there together for a moment. There's a great view of the town below, lights, people, cars – looking quite small from up here. He goes towards the fridge. Here comes the nightcap. Two small bottles of beer. I don't know if I can drink any more but I take the bottle from him anyway and give him a kiss.
PART TWO
Inside the Flat
Marc lifts the t-shirt off and over Florian's head, revealing his sun-tanned torso. He kisses one of his nipples as his hands start unbuckling the belt on Florian's jeans and pulls down the zipper. He pushes them down slightly and puts his hands on the top half of Florian's buttocks, squeezing them, pressing his fingers into them. Florian's cock is straining, still trapped underneath his tight briefs, under his loosened jeans. He's got an huge hard on and their lips don't part for a second as the intensity of the kissing doesn’t let up.
Marc places one of his hands onto the back of Florian's head and pulls him in even closer. They can feel the heat of each other's bodies, clasped together. The smell of raw sex fills the air.
Marc pushes the jeans further down and onto Florian's thighs, his expert hands know exactly what they are doing. Florian tries to kick off his trainers and they do some crazy kind of dance together as Marc pulls him towards the bedroom door.
Marc's hand feels Florian's erection, inside his briefs and he rubs along the length of it.
'God – that feels so good!' he thinks, big, fat, rock hard.
The head of Florian's cock is straining, trying to poke out under the top of the waistband. Marc pulls his cock free and his fist grasps tightly round the base of Florian's cock and balls like a metal cockring and he's pulled by his genitals into his own bedroom, their mouths still locked together, kissing.
Marc pushes Florian down on the bed and pulls off the boy's jeans, briefs and socks. Florian lies there completely naked a white band of skin across his middle of his body, where the swim trunks had been on holiday. Florian's not got much body hair. He's shaved his armpits, cock and balls and trimmed his pubes, leaving only a small triangle of short hair. His semi hard cock flopped to one side, against his stomach. Marc quickly undresses himself, throwing clothes over the back of a chair. They are both now stark naked. There's just the double bed in the room – but there's a huge mirror covering the wall at the foot of the bed. Neither man has spoken one word to the other, since they walked into the flat. There is no need. The sexual attraction is almost a****listic!
Florian:
I'm flat on my back on my bed, with my legs hanging over the end, sitting half upright, supporting myself on my elbows and he's gone down on his knees, naked at the foot of the bed and his face is in my crotch. Looking over his head and at the mirror behind him I can see the back of his head, his muscular back and his firm ass cheeks, resting on his legs folded underneath him. I don't know where to look - down at him or at his reflection, both images are so fucking hot!
He stands up for a moment and I've just got my first good look at his cock and his low hanging balls – if that's not seven inches of thick man-meat, I don't know what is!
Now he's positioning himself over me on the bed.
I feel our stiff cocks rubbing against each other. Then he starts teasing my nipples with his mouth and teeth. My nipples darken in colour and the ends become stiff and pointed – I’m wishing I'd kept my piercings but even without them, his expert attention has the blood rushing and my heart beating faster.
He pushes my right arm up over my head. I feel his wet tongue and the light stubble on his chin, as he licks and kisses my armpit. Then the same on the other side.
Down he goes again at the foot of the bed. My cock is bolt upright along my belly now pointing to my navel, fully aroused and he clasps a fist around it and my balls again, pulling them towards his mouth.
The bell end of my cock is turning purple under the pressure of his grip and the skin on my ball sac starts to thicken slightly, pulling my balls in a bit closer to the base of my cock. Now he's licking up and down my shaft and sucking on my ball sac. One ball goes in his mouth, then the other and my scrotum is all wet from his mouth.
He licks up and down my shaft and takes the tip of my cock in and out of his mouth repeatedly, making a popping sound every time it leaves his sucking lips around it, before he dives back down on it again.
Marc:
I'm completely naked, kneeling on the floor, at the foot of his bed. Florian lies back, propped up, resting on his elbows. He's looking down at me, he's smiling. His legs are spread wide apart and my face is in his crotch. I have his cock and balls in my hand. He's fully erect, his foreskin pulled back. He starts to moan a little as I begin to play with his cock. – Sighs of Oooh!, Aaah! - Gasping from his mouth.
Next, I've got both his balls in my mouth, sucking them – he's extremely vulnerable like this, shaking a little so I rub my hands up and down on the tops of his thighs reassuringly. Somehow he trusts me. I stroke my own cock, as stiff as a pole now, while I suck, lick and kiss that most sensitive part of his body.
A clear drop of fluid – his pre cum – appears, leaking from the head of his cock. I go to taste it.
Florian:
It's as if the room is spinning – my heart is beating faster and my skin is flushed from the increased blood pressure. Every touch of his tongue, his lips, his hands feels hyper sensitive like this. My head goes back, my eyes close, there's really no point in resisting him in any way now – I've basically given over my body to him – for his complete pleasure – he could quite literally do anything he wanted to me – I'm in heaven!
Marc:
I know what he wants and it's his cock in my mouth. If there's one thing I know about myself – it's that I am an expert cocksucker – I love It!
I cannot believe how full and fat his cock is! So I really start working it. My head bobs up and down on him and with each motion, more and more of it goes inside my mouth, until I've taken all of it and my nose is jammed up against his shaved down pubes.
My head doesn't move for a few moments, holding him in my mouth like this, my lips around the base of his shaft, holding it like a cock ring - tight. I gag and cough a little and release him from my mouth. I can feel his legs shaking with delight.
As I come off him, spit and saliva falls from my mouth and cascades down over my chest. He can see my eyes watering but immediately I'm back down on him again vigorously sucking up and down his full length.
From time to time I pause and hold him deep down the back of my throat, my face pressed hard against his pubic bone. Then I start again edging him closer – but I always stop. There is a lot more I intend to do with this boy before the night is over!
Florian:
He certainly know what he's doing because he seems to sense the moment each time, when he might be edging me to the point of orgasm and then he stops – the bastard! - leaving me hanging. He sits back on his heels, holding my cock in his hand, admiring his work. He lets the tension in my groin subside before starting to jerk me again and take me back inside his mouth.
Outside, through the window, the full moon appears from behind the clouds and the room fills with its light. I gaze down at him and think what can I do for him, that in any way compares with what he's doing to me?'
Next moment his legs are either side of my chest and he kneels down over me, with his ass against my face and his head back down again in my crutch – a classic 69 position.
My eyes are just inches away from his cunt, his low hanging ball sac is on my chin and his cock sticks out along the top of my chest. It's an amazing sight but my hands aren't free. His legs hold my arms tight against the sides of my body. If I want to do anything it will have to be with my mouth and tongue alone! I hear him spit on the head of my cock and feel his grip start to jerk me again.
I feel trapped – I want to taste him but he keeps teasing me. When I try to lift my head off the bed to try to taste him, he just sticks his ass higher in the air, keeping it away from my mouth and my eyes gaze on his cock and balls hanging down over my face, just out of reach.
Before I can even attempt to take the lead, he stands up and goes back to the foot of the bed. He grabs me by the ankles and throws my legs up and back towards me, bent slightly at the knees and as he does, my ass cheeks lift off the bed, exposing my boi cunt, its pink hole shut tight. He places a pillow under my buttocks.
All around my cock and balls his spit and saliva falls, In this position some of it drips down and runs across my hole,
FUCK! - I can feel one of his fingers touch my sphincter and he's using his saliva as lube. He's pressing gently on my anus, the very tip of his finger just pushes inside me. His mouth still gorges on my cock – it just drives me wild. I feel so helpless, so trapped!
His finger begins to work its magic and slowly he is opening me up, taking his time, spitting on my cunt to ease his progress. All the time his finger progresses on its journey towards its destination – my prostate! Then while he alternates sucking on my shaft and then my balls and back again, his finger moves more easily in and out of me, deeper and deeper.
Of course he finds it and the moment he does, my cock stiffens even more and my reaction in his mouth tells you – Yes! Hit the spot !
I just gasp out loud 'OH FUCK! Marc! – You bastard! What are you doing to me!'
He's a relentless, unstoppable love machine and a second finger goes inside me – and if it were hardly possible, his sucking and kissing intensifies – even more. Nobody has ever done this to me like this. My body quivers, trapped underneath him.
Oh My God! - Oh My God – Don't stop Marc! – Oh FUCK! - Oh My God!
PART THREE
After Midnight
Thirty minutes have passed since Marc first arrived at Florian's flat. They are together, naked in the bedroom, clothes lie strewn about the floor, where they had been tossed aside. Florian lies spread-eagled on his back. Marc is working his fingers inside the other boy's hole. Moonlight fills the room.
Marc:
His sphincter muscle is beginning to relax. My two fingers move in and out of him more easily now. I'm trying a third. He's resisting me, putting his hand down on mine to stop me for a moment. He lets go and I'm working his hole again, gently at first, while he gets used to three fingers in there. He's groaning and moaning, whispering – Oh Yes! - as I gradually stretch him open. I try to see if he can take four fingers. His anus tightens at first but then it relents. Now I can push all four in and out and also a little faster. I love the way he's moaning as I'm doing this!
Florian:
I've never had four fingers in there before. God - I love what he's doing to me! Sliding his fingers in and out of me, twisting his hand as he does. He keeps finding my prostate, my cock twitches in delight every time he touches it. I'm looking at the ceiling, praying he doesn’t stop, wondering how much more I can take.
A drop of clear pre-cum appears on the slit of my cock head. He lifts it off with his finger and puts it in his mouth. The look on his face! I smile as our eyes meet. He uses his thumb and forefinger to squeeze out another drop. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. I want to taste it too!
Marc:
He's leaking pre-cum. I taste it and give him some. I lean forward and we kiss. He wraps his legs around my backside, pulling me in closer to him. He puts his arm around my neck. He's a great kisser, tender, passionate. Our cocks rub together. I tell him I want to fuck him. He nods to say yes. He wants me to.
I must have him, he's such a horny, sexy, fucker! I thought so, the moment I spied him in the street. I pull away and stand at the foot of the bed. I'm stroking my stiff cock. He leans over and opens the bedside drawer, hands me a tube of KY Jelly. He turns round so that his head is at the foot of the bed, places the pillow under his buttocks, lifting them up slightly again.
I kneel on the bed, throw his legs back, bent at the knees towards him and gaze down at his pink hole. My fingers did the trick. His hole is half open and ready. I look up. I see myself in the full length mirror on the wall at the end of the bed. His anus is mine now I tell my reflection.
Florian:
I've positioned myself on the bed so he can see himself in the mirror on the wall. He's lubing up his cock with KY and he's rubbing some around and in my hole. He's holding my ankles, pushing me knees back towards my chest. He slowly starts to push into me. It's a bit sore, despite all the work his fingers have done to get me ready. He sees my face screw up in discomfort and he pushes in more slowly. I gradually accept more and more of him until he enters me fully. He holds himself there and doesn't move for a few moments. Now I can feel him, deep down right inside me. His balls and pubic hair tight against my ass cheeks.
Marc:
As I start to penetrate him, I can tell it hurts so I move as slowly as possible, while he gets used to the sensation of having me inside him. He places his hands on my thighs and stops me going any further until he's ready to take more of me. When I fully penetrate him for the first time, he lets out a gasp and his hands drop from my thighs and go behind his head. I pull out slightly, he's still very tight and then push back in. I repeat. He's getting used to it now. I build up my rhythm so that I start to slide in and out of him quicker.
I glance up and see myself in the mirror again. Now I try slower, deeper thrusts. Each time my balls slap against his ass, he lets out a gasp. Suddenly, he says – Wow! - That's It! - Oh! Fuck Me Marc! - Please! - Please Fuck Me!
I start to pound him harder. I pull my cock right out, let go of one of his ankles and grab my cock with that hand. He holds his leg back with his arm behind his knee, while I start slamming right in and right out of him repeatedly, holding my cock, firmly at its base, as I punch in and out of his little hole. He takes it like a man.
Florian:
It really hurts as he started pushing his massive cock in my arse. I want him so badly. I try hard to concentrate, to relax so that I can take all of his fat veiny cock. He's patient. He waits for me. A considerate lover, not just an angry fucker.
Fuck! The feeling of him balls deep inside me is utterly amazing. He certainly knows what he is doing. He takes his time, wants me to enjoy it just as much as he is. Those eyes! Those beautiful green eyes, they seem to see right into my very soul. He obviously takes care of his body. It shows. I can see him looking admiringly at his own reflection in the mirror as he fucks me.
He's pounding me hard. My body shakes with each thrust into me. My cock is rock hard flat against my belly.
Marc:
It's a great fuck, a nice, tight boi cunt! He's moving his body in sync with mine, not resisting me at all. He's enjoying this as much as me. I'll take him in another position. I reach down and put my hands behind his back and lift him up. I lie back, down on the bed so he can sit on top of me. I don't let my cock slip out of him. We adjust to our new position.
Florian:
With his cock still inside me, he's lifted me up and I sit on top of him as he lies back. I bend my legs so that I'm kneeling, one leg on either side of his torso. I sit down and take his cock deep in my arse. I reach round and feel his cock to check that I've taken all of it. I start to ride him, cowboy style. I love this position! I've got a bit more control now. I can fuck him with my hole.
Marc:
He's sitting on me, riding my cock. He's put his hands back, behind him, resting them on my thighs so he can leaver himself up and down on my shaft. His face! I can tell he loves this! I look behind him and at the mirror. In the reflection, I can see my cock going deep inside his arse.
He thinks he's got more control this way. I reach up and start to twist his nipples as he bounces up and down on me. I grab hold of his cock and jerk it, stopping it from slapping up and down. His head falls back and he looks to the ceiling above him. He shuts his eyes. His face is a picture of ecstasy but I've got other ideas!
Florian:
He's lifted me up, right off the bed, his cock still inside me. My arms go round his neck, my arse rests on his pelvic bone and I cross my legs behind his back and hang on to him. He leans my back against the bedroom wall for support. He starts fucking me, standing up. I hang onto him for all I'm worth. I want to touch my cock. He's so powerful. I feel my shoulder blades rubbing up against the wall. He's so strong, holding my full weight, his hands underneath my arse, holding me up while he fucks me! He's incredible. I've fallen for him completely.
Marc:
I want this guy. I want to take him in every position imaginable. I can tell he's up for it. So I lift him up and support his arse on my hips. His legs cross tightly behind my back, his arms go round my neck. He's suspended from my body like that, as I stand up. My cock is still in his arse. I lean him against the wall to help me support his weight and I fuck him like that. Fast - Ploughing in and out of him rapidly.
He bounces around on me, his cock flapping about. He tries to touch himself but I stop him. His hand falls down, limp at his side, helpless to resist. He looks me straight in the eye. His face says – Yeah! Fuck Me! - Give me all You've got!
That's what I do!
Florian:
My shoulders rub against the wall as he pushes into me repeatedly. He has so much energy. I want to cum but I also want to hold back. I wonder how much more I can take? He stops and lifts me off him. We stand facing each other and kiss passionately, both panting for breath. That was wild!
Marc:
I take his hand and pull him towards the middle of the floor. He gets down on all fours, then rests his head on the floor, puts his hands back and spreads his ass cheeks for me, looking back, he's offering me his hole once more.
I kneel behind him, between his legs, place my hands on his hips and push back once more into him. He lets out a loud gasp of anguish. I begin long, slow, powerful thrusts into him. His voice is quieter now, reduced to just a series of little moans and sighs, emitting every time my balls slap against his arse.
Florian:
On all fours, in front of the mirror, I look to see him position himself behind me. He spits on my arse. I put my hands together, under my forehead and my shoulders go down, my ass sticks up in the air. My hole is his.
He starts to really wreck my arse, slapping it, making the muscles clench and my hole grasp his cock tighter. I see myself for a moment in the mirror, sweat is dripping off me. I wonder for a moment if I recognise my own face staring back at me. I'm gone, far gone! This guy owns me, owns me totally now. I'm his, he can do whatever he wants to me!
Marc:
Four hours ago, I didn't know Florian even existed but since we first spoke in the bar, I've known I wanted him. The mutual raw sexual attraction only intensified once we started talking, discovering that we had so much in common, finding each other so interesting and easy to talk to, so irresistible. Now I'm fucking him, in his own flat, his own bedroom, on the floor, sharing the intimacy of his mind and his body. I don't think there's a part of his body I haven't touched or explored.
We're both covered in sweat, so intense has been our love making. This is not some casual pick up. It's much more. There's a bond between us now. Each of us wanting to take the other to a place we've never been before.
I want to cum inside him, breed his ass, give him my baby-makers, take him and make him all mine and mine alone, possess his body and his mind.
Florian:
Then it happened! I'd been holding back so long. Several times I had wanted to cum, nearly did but I kept holding back, not wanting it to end, wanting it to last, almost wishing it could never end. My balls aching, full to bursting.
With his cock hitting my prostate repeatedly, I loose all control. Let out a huge groan and give in to my orgasm, let it release. My eyes close and in that moment, I go to some other world. It's as if time is standing still. My eyes may be closed but I see stars racing by, as if I'm flying through the galaxy. Feels like some kind of heaven. My body is shaking all over.
Sperm blasts out of me. I haven't even touched myself. He sees me cum and reaches round, grasping my cock, fuck it's so sensitive. He jerks every last drop of cum out of me, completely emptying my ball sack.
Exhausted, I collapse flat out. My chest falls on the white lines of cum that shot out of me and landed on the floor, underneath me. My body shakes with little post-orgasmic tremors, like little bolts of electricity darting out from all over my body.
Marc:
He's about to cum. I can feel his body tensing. I pump my cock inside him faster. He cums - a massive load, doesn't even touch himself - Oh! ... F-U-C-K ! he cries out. His sphincter tightens round my cock as he cums. I reach round, grab his cock and wank it furiously, milking every last drop of cum out of him.
I place a hand between his shoulder blades, as he collapses on the floor underneath me, pushing him down hard, my other hand on his ass. Three final deep thrusts into him. I hold myself as far inside him as I possibly can and let go.
Four, five, maybe more times my cum shoots deep inside his arse. The sweat pours off me and I collapse on top of him, not moving, my cock left still deep inside his arse.
Florian:
He holds me down underneath him flat out on the floor and pumps my ass. Strong, deep thrusts. He groans and he cums inside me – Fuck Yeah! He yells, he doesn't pull out, thank God!
He collapses on top of me, our sweaty bodies collide, wet skin slides over wet skin. We're both breathing deeply. I feel his breath against my ear. He starts kissing round my neck and over my shoulders, down my spine – so tenderly – A real lover's touch!
We sit up facing each other on the floor, our arms around each other. We cannot stop kissing, touching and feeling all over each others' sweaty, warm, wet bodies. We look towards the mirror and see ourselves looking back. We both smile at the reflection,
He stands up and reaches down his hand and he pulls me to my feet. We kiss again, our arms around each other once more, holding on tightly. I feel little rivers of sweat dripping down my back and over my arse.
Marc:
We are lying in bed together, like two spoons in a drawer. Our breathing is shallower now, returning to normal. My arms are wrapped around him, his arse is pushed back against my cock.
Florian:
It feels wonderful together in bed like this. Lying on my side, his body behind me, pressed against mine, his arms around me. His cum is leaking from my hole. I wish I could hold it inside me, to have part of him with me for ever. I'm exhausted, I'm falling asleep.
Sunlight fills the room, as I open my eyes. The bedside clock shows 8:30. I stretch a hand out behind me. For a moment, I forget his name, then I remember – Marc. The bed's empty. Panic! He's gone!
Then I hear the shower running in the bathroom. It must be him! I swing my legs over the side of the bed and lift myself up. I pass the bathroom door. Yes! He's in there. I pull on my briefs, picking them up from where they were pulled off me last night and dropped on the floor. I go into the kitchen and start to make coffee.
Marc:
As I step out of the hot shower and start to dry myself, I catch sight of my reflection in the mirror. I run my fingers over the stubble on my chin. Now I wish I'd shaved yesterday morning. I run a towel over my wet hair and wrap another round my waist, open the door and step into the living room.
I can see him standing in the kitchen, back towards me, in his sexy underwear, that fits so neatly, tight against his firm little bubble butt. I smell freshly brewed coffee. Good Morning!
Florian:
I hear his voice and turn round. A towel round his middle and he's using another one to to dry his mop of shiny, wet hair. If anything he looks even more sexy than ever – what a body! He's perfect. Coffee?
Marc:
I'm going to be late for work. I take the coffee mug from his outstretched hand, give him a kiss and take a sip. I say I must rush and I ask for his cellphone number. He looks for a pen and a piece of paper. He says it's a pity that I have to work on a Sunday. Then I remember, I smile – What an ass hole! I've got the whole day off!
Florian:
He's forgotten what day it is! We laugh. I give him another kiss. He puts his coffee mug down and holds me close – a long tender, passionate kiss. I feel his hand sliding down, inside the back of my briefs and it squeezing my ass.
I take him by the hand and lead him back towards the bedroom. The towel drops from around his waist. I close the bedroom door behind us. I can hear Sunday morning church bells outside starting to ring out over the town.
Who is Marc?
Who is Florian?
Are these their real names?
Did all of this actually happen, like they say it did?
How long ago was it?
Would we know this much detail, if we didn't have their very own words to tell us?
What happened after that first night?
Leave your comments if you wish guys.
PART ONE
The Meeting
It was late, nearly 10 pm one Saturday, when Florian decided to go out. A warm summer evening, so only a grey t-shirt, light blue low-hanger jeans and a pair of trainers required. It was still very warm. Heading towards a gay bar in town he frequented, he wasn't doing much more than walking casually along the still busy street, hands shoved down inside the front pockets of his jeans. He wasn't really thinking about anything in particular, just breathing in the evening air, taking in the sights.
After a while, coming towards him, Florian caught sight in the distance of an interesting looking man, perhaps five years older than himself. Same height, blond hair. He didn't want to make eye contact and tried not to stare too obviously. He did notice however that the other man was smartly dressed. A pair of stone coloured chinos, a pale blue shirt, with the sleeves rolled back, an expensive looking tie loosened at the neck, with the top button of his shirt undone. A sports bag hanging over one shoulder and across his chest rested over his backside. He had a jacket folded and tucked under the other arm. His hands were in his trouser pockets and he looked as if he might be heading home after work and a visit to the gym.
Florian had noticed all of this in the few secret glances he took before the other man had got close enough to notice him, in the quite crowded street.
They passed by each other. Florian looked straight ahead, pretending not to notice but a shoe lace on one of his trainers was undone and so he crouched down on one knee to tie it. As he did, he sneaked a peek behind himself and noticed that the other man had stopped and was now looking in a shop window, not far behind him. He thought he saw him glancing back at him but he wasn't sure. He tied his lace, stood up and walked on. After a few paces, he glanced back again over his shoulder. This time he was sure the other man was looking back at him. A little shiver of excitement ran through Florian.
He would never have the courage to make a move on someone, especially not a complete stranger in the street. He did however feel a little thrilled that someone had noticed him and was looking at him. It made him feel good about himself. He continued walking and crossed the street, a little more confidently now. The door to the bar was only a short walk away. He could hear the noise coming from inside, it sounded busy. There will be someone I know in there, he thought. Maybe the night will be a good one.
Marc:
Saturday night, the store opens late, I never get away early, still I've got tomorrow off. We sell clothes, so I get a discount and like to look smart myself. I can afford some nice stuff. It's hot tonight, still very busy, lots of people about. I've been to the gym after work and I'm taking a slow walk home. I've taken off my jacket and folded it under my arm. I don't want it to get all sweaty and creased.
I've just spotted a guy in the distance walking towards me. I don't think he can see me. He's wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I always notice what people are wearing. He's about my height, just over six foot tall. Fresh faced, he looks like he might be a student. There are dark marks under his armpits where his sweat has been absorbed by the cotton. I like his hairstyle, short and flipped up at the front. Better not stare he'll see me!
No, he's not noticed me. I'll look in this window and then sneak a glance back at him, check out his arse. He's bending down to tie a shoe lace. I can see the top of his underpants below his t-shirt. Calvin Klein! I know my brands, white with a red waistband by the look of it. I wonder if he's noticed me. Oh! He's off again. Looks as if he's going to cross the road. Shit! He's looking back. Oh! Now he's definitely seen me looking. Probably thinks I'm cruising him, which of course I am! I think he's headed for that gay bar over there.
I wait. Yes he's going in. Looks as if he knows where he's going, no straight would wander in there, it's obvious, it's full of men and there's that big fat old queen on the door kissing all the regulars, when he recognises them. He's enough to scare anyone off – certainly the straights!
I haven't been in there for ages, I don't often come down this street. Should I follow him? Oh! Why not? It's so hot tonight. The prospect of a cooling beer might just be a good excuse to follow him in.
I cross the road. He's disappeared inside already. My eyes adjust to the dim light inside. I don't see him. Yes, now I do. He's just kissed someone. Just my luck, he's probably meeting his boyfriend. But wait – no, not a boyfriend, he's just kissed someone else. Probably just people he knows.
Florian:
It's busy in here tonight. Oh No! Here comes Stefan, he always insists on kissing me and feeling my arse! I can see some free stools, in the corner at the bar over there. I'll grab one.
Beer Please! I sit down, the beer arrives. There's a mirrored wall behind the bar. Makes the place look bigger and ideal for checking out the competition in their reflections, without looking too obviously straight at them.
Isn't that the guy from the street? Yes it is! He's coming over this way.
Marc:
I can see him on a stool at the bar over there. OK! - deep breath, there's a spot free beside him. Make your move.
I ask him if he minds if I sit on a free stool beside him? No he doesn't. In fact he pulls back a stool and offers me a place to sit right beside him. Beer Please! I gulp down almost half of it in one go. The gas goes straight to my head. That was stupid. Calm down – don't be so nervous – he'll think I'm an alcoholic, escaped from the Priory.
I say: Hi! My name's Marc. God it's hot tonight (And so are you, I think to myself) I offer him my hand. He shakes it and says his name's Florian.
Florian:
He's just sat down beside me. His name's Marc. He's Fucking Gorgeous! I've never seen such beautiful green eyes. I can feel my face going all red, my cock's twitching. He's ordered a beer, it arrives. 'Cheers!' we both say together and clink glasses. I think he's every bit as nervous and excited as I am. We're both gulping down our beers far too quickly – probably the nerves!
Marc:
This is one of those moments, when it's as if there's nobody else in the bar. All I can see and all I can focus on is this guy Florian sat beside me. I can't look at him directly yet, I'm embarrassed. I excuse myself and ask if he knows where the toilets are. He points to the corner. I ask him to keep my seat for me and look after my sports bag. He says he will. I step inside the toilets and pee at the urinal, I'm semi-hard but I still have to pee. I go to wash my hands and see myself in the mirror and fiddle with my hair, trying to tease it into shape. I wish I had shaved this morning. I smarten myself up as best I can and go back to the bar. Thank goodness, he's still sitting there. I thought maybe he might have left. The back of his grey t-shirt is stuck to his skin. I can see the dark sweat lines down his back. It's hot in here.
Florian:
He says he needs to pee so I point towards the toilet door. I'd like to take a peak inside his sports bag, while he's away, see what's in it, maybe sniff his kit but I resist the temptation! The bar is getting busy and noisy, typical Friday night. He's coming back. He's sitting a bit closer, I can feel his leg touching mine. I don't pull away but press harder into his. I ask if I can buy him a beer, he says no, - he'll buy me one. We don't argue. He asks me if I've been on holiday and I pull up the front of my t-shirt to show him my tan. He's impressed. I ask him if he's been anywhere. He says his holiday is booked for next month in Spain. He's going to the same place that I've just come back from so I start to tell him all the places he must see, when he gets there. He's easy to talk to and I'm feeling more relaxed myself now.
Marc:
I buy us both a beer and he tells me he's just come back from holiday. He lifts the front of his t-shirt to show off his tanned chest. Rock solid ads! This guy is fit! Says he loves cycling, bet he's got good thighs and a firm bum. He's a final year university student, graduates next week. Turns out, next month, I will be visiting exactly the same resort that he's just been to! He starts to tell me where all the sights are, the bars to go to and so on. It's so noisy and crowded in here, we have to shout and lean in towards each other to hear what the other is saying. I can feel his breath on my ear as he talks. I can smell his body. A clean musky smell with a hint of sweat. Fuck! He's sexy!
Florian:
We've been here for almost two hours. It's gone midnight. We just keep on talking, we have so much in common. He's such good company, quite funny and amusing. Lots of stories about his customers and the people he knows. I've lost count of the number of beers we've had – four, five? I'm not very good with alcohol. I've already had far more than usual and I'm feeling quite light headed. Our legs, arms and shoulders touch, as people pass by us in the crowded bar and bump into us. Every time we touch, it's like electricity. Like a first crush all over again!
I say this place is getting too crowded and suggest we move on and before I can stop myself, I've invited him back to my flat for a nightcap.
Marc:
He's just suggested we go back to his place for a nightcap. I said casually why not. In fact I'm like a teenager again, excited at the prospect of leaving the bar and having this hot piece of ass all to myself. I pick up my sports bag and we both get up to leave. As we walk along the street, we bump into other walkers on the pavement and into each other. My hand just touched his. For a moment he held it in his before we parted to let some girls pass between us. One turned around and shouted 'Have fun boys'. Is is that obvious or has the rest of the world just decided we are meant to be together?
Florian:
I'm trying to get the key in the lock on the main door of my apartment, my hand is shaking a little. We are inside now. He's put his arms around my waist and pulled me towards him. We're kissing – Our First Kiss!. His sports bag drops on the floor. I take his hand, we walk to the lift. We step inside and I press button number 8. The doors close and we put our arms around each other and start kissing again. The doors open and we walk to the door of my flat. I open it, step back and invite him in. As he passes, I slap his buttock. He laughs.
Marc:
This is a nice flat. There' a large living area, not much furniture but very modern, minimalist, smart, tidy. Florian turns on the lights and lowers the dimmer switch, so that it is still quite dark. We are looking at each other in shadow light. He points towards the doors, indicating – the kitchen, the bathroom, the bedroom. Huge floor to ceiling glass patio doors lead to a small balcony. We stand out there together for a moment. There's a great view of the town below, lights, people, cars – looking quite small from up here. He goes towards the fridge. Here comes the nightcap. Two small bottles of beer. I don't know if I can drink any more but I take the bottle from him anyway and give him a kiss.
PART TWO
Inside the Flat
Marc lifts the t-shirt off and over Florian's head, revealing his sun-tanned torso. He kisses one of his nipples as his hands start unbuckling the belt on Florian's jeans and pulls down the zipper. He pushes them down slightly and puts his hands on the top half of Florian's buttocks, squeezing them, pressing his fingers into them. Florian's cock is straining, still trapped underneath his tight briefs, under his loosened jeans. He's got an huge hard on and their lips don't part for a second as the intensity of the kissing doesn’t let up.
Marc places one of his hands onto the back of Florian's head and pulls him in even closer. They can feel the heat of each other's bodies, clasped together. The smell of raw sex fills the air.
Marc pushes the jeans further down and onto Florian's thighs, his expert hands know exactly what they are doing. Florian tries to kick off his trainers and they do some crazy kind of dance together as Marc pulls him towards the bedroom door.
Marc's hand feels Florian's erection, inside his briefs and he rubs along the length of it.
'God – that feels so good!' he thinks, big, fat, rock hard.
The head of Florian's cock is straining, trying to poke out under the top of the waistband. Marc pulls his cock free and his fist grasps tightly round the base of Florian's cock and balls like a metal cockring and he's pulled by his genitals into his own bedroom, their mouths still locked together, kissing.
Marc pushes Florian down on the bed and pulls off the boy's jeans, briefs and socks. Florian lies there completely naked a white band of skin across his middle of his body, where the swim trunks had been on holiday. Florian's not got much body hair. He's shaved his armpits, cock and balls and trimmed his pubes, leaving only a small triangle of short hair. His semi hard cock flopped to one side, against his stomach. Marc quickly undresses himself, throwing clothes over the back of a chair. They are both now stark naked. There's just the double bed in the room – but there's a huge mirror covering the wall at the foot of the bed. Neither man has spoken one word to the other, since they walked into the flat. There is no need. The sexual attraction is almost a****listic!
Florian:
I'm flat on my back on my bed, with my legs hanging over the end, sitting half upright, supporting myself on my elbows and he's gone down on his knees, naked at the foot of the bed and his face is in my crotch. Looking over his head and at the mirror behind him I can see the back of his head, his muscular back and his firm ass cheeks, resting on his legs folded underneath him. I don't know where to look - down at him or at his reflection, both images are so fucking hot!
He stands up for a moment and I've just got my first good look at his cock and his low hanging balls – if that's not seven inches of thick man-meat, I don't know what is!
Now he's positioning himself over me on the bed.
I feel our stiff cocks rubbing against each other. Then he starts teasing my nipples with his mouth and teeth. My nipples darken in colour and the ends become stiff and pointed – I’m wishing I'd kept my piercings but even without them, his expert attention has the blood rushing and my heart beating faster.
He pushes my right arm up over my head. I feel his wet tongue and the light stubble on his chin, as he licks and kisses my armpit. Then the same on the other side.
Down he goes again at the foot of the bed. My cock is bolt upright along my belly now pointing to my navel, fully aroused and he clasps a fist around it and my balls again, pulling them towards his mouth.
The bell end of my cock is turning purple under the pressure of his grip and the skin on my ball sac starts to thicken slightly, pulling my balls in a bit closer to the base of my cock. Now he's licking up and down my shaft and sucking on my ball sac. One ball goes in his mouth, then the other and my scrotum is all wet from his mouth.
He licks up and down my shaft and takes the tip of my cock in and out of his mouth repeatedly, making a popping sound every time it leaves his sucking lips around it, before he dives back down on it again.
Marc:
I'm completely naked, kneeling on the floor, at the foot of his bed. Florian lies back, propped up, resting on his elbows. He's looking down at me, he's smiling. His legs are spread wide apart and my face is in his crotch. I have his cock and balls in my hand. He's fully erect, his foreskin pulled back. He starts to moan a little as I begin to play with his cock. – Sighs of Oooh!, Aaah! - Gasping from his mouth.
Next, I've got both his balls in my mouth, sucking them – he's extremely vulnerable like this, shaking a little so I rub my hands up and down on the tops of his thighs reassuringly. Somehow he trusts me. I stroke my own cock, as stiff as a pole now, while I suck, lick and kiss that most sensitive part of his body.
A clear drop of fluid – his pre cum – appears, leaking from the head of his cock. I go to taste it.
Florian:
It's as if the room is spinning – my heart is beating faster and my skin is flushed from the increased blood pressure. Every touch of his tongue, his lips, his hands feels hyper sensitive like this. My head goes back, my eyes close, there's really no point in resisting him in any way now – I've basically given over my body to him – for his complete pleasure – he could quite literally do anything he wanted to me – I'm in heaven!
Marc:
I know what he wants and it's his cock in my mouth. If there's one thing I know about myself – it's that I am an expert cocksucker – I love It!
I cannot believe how full and fat his cock is! So I really start working it. My head bobs up and down on him and with each motion, more and more of it goes inside my mouth, until I've taken all of it and my nose is jammed up against his shaved down pubes.
My head doesn't move for a few moments, holding him in my mouth like this, my lips around the base of his shaft, holding it like a cock ring - tight. I gag and cough a little and release him from my mouth. I can feel his legs shaking with delight.
As I come off him, spit and saliva falls from my mouth and cascades down over my chest. He can see my eyes watering but immediately I'm back down on him again vigorously sucking up and down his full length.
From time to time I pause and hold him deep down the back of my throat, my face pressed hard against his pubic bone. Then I start again edging him closer – but I always stop. There is a lot more I intend to do with this boy before the night is over!
Florian:
He certainly know what he's doing because he seems to sense the moment each time, when he might be edging me to the point of orgasm and then he stops – the bastard! - leaving me hanging. He sits back on his heels, holding my cock in his hand, admiring his work. He lets the tension in my groin subside before starting to jerk me again and take me back inside his mouth.
Outside, through the window, the full moon appears from behind the clouds and the room fills with its light. I gaze down at him and think what can I do for him, that in any way compares with what he's doing to me?'
Next moment his legs are either side of my chest and he kneels down over me, with his ass against my face and his head back down again in my crutch – a classic 69 position.
My eyes are just inches away from his cunt, his low hanging ball sac is on my chin and his cock sticks out along the top of my chest. It's an amazing sight but my hands aren't free. His legs hold my arms tight against the sides of my body. If I want to do anything it will have to be with my mouth and tongue alone! I hear him spit on the head of my cock and feel his grip start to jerk me again.
I feel trapped – I want to taste him but he keeps teasing me. When I try to lift my head off the bed to try to taste him, he just sticks his ass higher in the air, keeping it away from my mouth and my eyes gaze on his cock and balls hanging down over my face, just out of reach.
Before I can even attempt to take the lead, he stands up and goes back to the foot of the bed. He grabs me by the ankles and throws my legs up and back towards me, bent slightly at the knees and as he does, my ass cheeks lift off the bed, exposing my boi cunt, its pink hole shut tight. He places a pillow under my buttocks.
All around my cock and balls his spit and saliva falls, In this position some of it drips down and runs across my hole,
FUCK! - I can feel one of his fingers touch my sphincter and he's using his saliva as lube. He's pressing gently on my anus, the very tip of his finger just pushes inside me. His mouth still gorges on my cock – it just drives me wild. I feel so helpless, so trapped!
His finger begins to work its magic and slowly he is opening me up, taking his time, spitting on my cunt to ease his progress. All the time his finger progresses on its journey towards its destination – my prostate! Then while he alternates sucking on my shaft and then my balls and back again, his finger moves more easily in and out of me, deeper and deeper.
Of course he finds it and the moment he does, my cock stiffens even more and my reaction in his mouth tells you – Yes! Hit the spot !
I just gasp out loud 'OH FUCK! Marc! – You bastard! What are you doing to me!'
He's a relentless, unstoppable love machine and a second finger goes inside me – and if it were hardly possible, his sucking and kissing intensifies – even more. Nobody has ever done this to me like this. My body quivers, trapped underneath him.
Oh My God! - Oh My God – Don't stop Marc! – Oh FUCK! - Oh My God!
PART THREE
After Midnight
Thirty minutes have passed since Marc first arrived at Florian's flat. They are together, naked in the bedroom, clothes lie strewn about the floor, where they had been tossed aside. Florian lies spread-eagled on his back. Marc is working his fingers inside the other boy's hole. Moonlight fills the room.
Marc:
His sphincter muscle is beginning to relax. My two fingers move in and out of him more easily now. I'm trying a third. He's resisting me, putting his hand down on mine to stop me for a moment. He lets go and I'm working his hole again, gently at first, while he gets used to three fingers in there. He's groaning and moaning, whispering – Oh Yes! - as I gradually stretch him open. I try to see if he can take four fingers. His anus tightens at first but then it relents. Now I can push all four in and out and also a little faster. I love the way he's moaning as I'm doing this!
Florian:
I've never had four fingers in there before. God - I love what he's doing to me! Sliding his fingers in and out of me, twisting his hand as he does. He keeps finding my prostate, my cock twitches in delight every time he touches it. I'm looking at the ceiling, praying he doesn’t stop, wondering how much more I can take.
A drop of clear pre-cum appears on the slit of my cock head. He lifts it off with his finger and puts it in his mouth. The look on his face! I smile as our eyes meet. He uses his thumb and forefinger to squeeze out another drop. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. I want to taste it too!
Marc:
He's leaking pre-cum. I taste it and give him some. I lean forward and we kiss. He wraps his legs around my backside, pulling me in closer to him. He puts his arm around my neck. He's a great kisser, tender, passionate. Our cocks rub together. I tell him I want to fuck him. He nods to say yes. He wants me to.
I must have him, he's such a horny, sexy, fucker! I thought so, the moment I spied him in the street. I pull away and stand at the foot of the bed. I'm stroking my stiff cock. He leans over and opens the bedside drawer, hands me a tube of KY Jelly. He turns round so that his head is at the foot of the bed, places the pillow under his buttocks, lifting them up slightly again.
I kneel on the bed, throw his legs back, bent at the knees towards him and gaze down at his pink hole. My fingers did the trick. His hole is half open and ready. I look up. I see myself in the full length mirror on the wall at the end of the bed. His anus is mine now I tell my reflection.
Florian:
I've positioned myself on the bed so he can see himself in the mirror on the wall. He's lubing up his cock with KY and he's rubbing some around and in my hole. He's holding my ankles, pushing me knees back towards my chest. He slowly starts to push into me. It's a bit sore, despite all the work his fingers have done to get me ready. He sees my face screw up in discomfort and he pushes in more slowly. I gradually accept more and more of him until he enters me fully. He holds himself there and doesn't move for a few moments. Now I can feel him, deep down right inside me. His balls and pubic hair tight against my ass cheeks.
Marc:
As I start to penetrate him, I can tell it hurts so I move as slowly as possible, while he gets used to the sensation of having me inside him. He places his hands on my thighs and stops me going any further until he's ready to take more of me. When I fully penetrate him for the first time, he lets out a gasp and his hands drop from my thighs and go behind his head. I pull out slightly, he's still very tight and then push back in. I repeat. He's getting used to it now. I build up my rhythm so that I start to slide in and out of him quicker.
I glance up and see myself in the mirror again. Now I try slower, deeper thrusts. Each time my balls slap against his ass, he lets out a gasp. Suddenly, he says – Wow! - That's It! - Oh! Fuck Me Marc! - Please! - Please Fuck Me!
I start to pound him harder. I pull my cock right out, let go of one of his ankles and grab my cock with that hand. He holds his leg back with his arm behind his knee, while I start slamming right in and right out of him repeatedly, holding my cock, firmly at its base, as I punch in and out of his little hole. He takes it like a man.
Florian:
It really hurts as he started pushing his massive cock in my arse. I want him so badly. I try hard to concentrate, to relax so that I can take all of his fat veiny cock. He's patient. He waits for me. A considerate lover, not just an angry fucker.
Fuck! The feeling of him balls deep inside me is utterly amazing. He certainly knows what he is doing. He takes his time, wants me to enjoy it just as much as he is. Those eyes! Those beautiful green eyes, they seem to see right into my very soul. He obviously takes care of his body. It shows. I can see him looking admiringly at his own reflection in the mirror as he fucks me.
He's pounding me hard. My body shakes with each thrust into me. My cock is rock hard flat against my belly.
Marc:
It's a great fuck, a nice, tight boi cunt! He's moving his body in sync with mine, not resisting me at all. He's enjoying this as much as me. I'll take him in another position. I reach down and put my hands behind his back and lift him up. I lie back, down on the bed so he can sit on top of me. I don't let my cock slip out of him. We adjust to our new position.
Florian:
With his cock still inside me, he's lifted me up and I sit on top of him as he lies back. I bend my legs so that I'm kneeling, one leg on either side of his torso. I sit down and take his cock deep in my arse. I reach round and feel his cock to check that I've taken all of it. I start to ride him, cowboy style. I love this position! I've got a bit more control now. I can fuck him with my hole.
Marc:
He's sitting on me, riding my cock. He's put his hands back, behind him, resting them on my thighs so he can leaver himself up and down on my shaft. His face! I can tell he loves this! I look behind him and at the mirror. In the reflection, I can see my cock going deep inside his arse.
He thinks he's got more control this way. I reach up and start to twist his nipples as he bounces up and down on me. I grab hold of his cock and jerk it, stopping it from slapping up and down. His head falls back and he looks to the ceiling above him. He shuts his eyes. His face is a picture of ecstasy but I've got other ideas!
Florian:
He's lifted me up, right off the bed, his cock still inside me. My arms go round his neck, my arse rests on his pelvic bone and I cross my legs behind his back and hang on to him. He leans my back against the bedroom wall for support. He starts fucking me, standing up. I hang onto him for all I'm worth. I want to touch my cock. He's so powerful. I feel my shoulder blades rubbing up against the wall. He's so strong, holding my full weight, his hands underneath my arse, holding me up while he fucks me! He's incredible. I've fallen for him completely.
Marc:
I want this guy. I want to take him in every position imaginable. I can tell he's up for it. So I lift him up and support his arse on my hips. His legs cross tightly behind my back, his arms go round my neck. He's suspended from my body like that, as I stand up. My cock is still in his arse. I lean him against the wall to help me support his weight and I fuck him like that. Fast - Ploughing in and out of him rapidly.
He bounces around on me, his cock flapping about. He tries to touch himself but I stop him. His hand falls down, limp at his side, helpless to resist. He looks me straight in the eye. His face says – Yeah! Fuck Me! - Give me all You've got!
That's what I do!
Florian:
My shoulders rub against the wall as he pushes into me repeatedly. He has so much energy. I want to cum but I also want to hold back. I wonder how much more I can take? He stops and lifts me off him. We stand facing each other and kiss passionately, both panting for breath. That was wild!
Marc:
I take his hand and pull him towards the middle of the floor. He gets down on all fours, then rests his head on the floor, puts his hands back and spreads his ass cheeks for me, looking back, he's offering me his hole once more.
I kneel behind him, between his legs, place my hands on his hips and push back once more into him. He lets out a loud gasp of anguish. I begin long, slow, powerful thrusts into him. His voice is quieter now, reduced to just a series of little moans and sighs, emitting every time my balls slap against his arse.
Florian:
On all fours, in front of the mirror, I look to see him position himself behind me. He spits on my arse. I put my hands together, under my forehead and my shoulders go down, my ass sticks up in the air. My hole is his.
He starts to really wreck my arse, slapping it, making the muscles clench and my hole grasp his cock tighter. I see myself for a moment in the mirror, sweat is dripping off me. I wonder for a moment if I recognise my own face staring back at me. I'm gone, far gone! This guy owns me, owns me totally now. I'm his, he can do whatever he wants to me!
Marc:
Four hours ago, I didn't know Florian even existed but since we first spoke in the bar, I've known I wanted him. The mutual raw sexual attraction only intensified once we started talking, discovering that we had so much in common, finding each other so interesting and easy to talk to, so irresistible. Now I'm fucking him, in his own flat, his own bedroom, on the floor, sharing the intimacy of his mind and his body. I don't think there's a part of his body I haven't touched or explored.
We're both covered in sweat, so intense has been our love making. This is not some casual pick up. It's much more. There's a bond between us now. Each of us wanting to take the other to a place we've never been before.
I want to cum inside him, breed his ass, give him my baby-makers, take him and make him all mine and mine alone, possess his body and his mind.
Florian:
Then it happened! I'd been holding back so long. Several times I had wanted to cum, nearly did but I kept holding back, not wanting it to end, wanting it to last, almost wishing it could never end. My balls aching, full to bursting.
With his cock hitting my prostate repeatedly, I loose all control. Let out a huge groan and give in to my orgasm, let it release. My eyes close and in that moment, I go to some other world. It's as if time is standing still. My eyes may be closed but I see stars racing by, as if I'm flying through the galaxy. Feels like some kind of heaven. My body is shaking all over.
Sperm blasts out of me. I haven't even touched myself. He sees me cum and reaches round, grasping my cock, fuck it's so sensitive. He jerks every last drop of cum out of me, completely emptying my ball sack.
Exhausted, I collapse flat out. My chest falls on the white lines of cum that shot out of me and landed on the floor, underneath me. My body shakes with little post-orgasmic tremors, like little bolts of electricity darting out from all over my body.
Marc:
He's about to cum. I can feel his body tensing. I pump my cock inside him faster. He cums - a massive load, doesn't even touch himself - Oh! ... F-U-C-K ! he cries out. His sphincter tightens round my cock as he cums. I reach round, grab his cock and wank it furiously, milking every last drop of cum out of him.
I place a hand between his shoulder blades, as he collapses on the floor underneath me, pushing him down hard, my other hand on his ass. Three final deep thrusts into him. I hold myself as far inside him as I possibly can and let go.
Four, five, maybe more times my cum shoots deep inside his arse. The sweat pours off me and I collapse on top of him, not moving, my cock left still deep inside his arse.
Florian:
He holds me down underneath him flat out on the floor and pumps my ass. Strong, deep thrusts. He groans and he cums inside me – Fuck Yeah! He yells, he doesn't pull out, thank God!
He collapses on top of me, our sweaty bodies collide, wet skin slides over wet skin. We're both breathing deeply. I feel his breath against my ear. He starts kissing round my neck and over my shoulders, down my spine – so tenderly – A real lover's touch!
We sit up facing each other on the floor, our arms around each other. We cannot stop kissing, touching and feeling all over each others' sweaty, warm, wet bodies. We look towards the mirror and see ourselves looking back. We both smile at the reflection,
He stands up and reaches down his hand and he pulls me to my feet. We kiss again, our arms around each other once more, holding on tightly. I feel little rivers of sweat dripping down my back and over my arse.
Marc:
We are lying in bed together, like two spoons in a drawer. Our breathing is shallower now, returning to normal. My arms are wrapped around him, his arse is pushed back against my cock.
Florian:
It feels wonderful together in bed like this. Lying on my side, his body behind me, pressed against mine, his arms around me. His cum is leaking from my hole. I wish I could hold it inside me, to have part of him with me for ever. I'm exhausted, I'm falling asleep.
Sunlight fills the room, as I open my eyes. The bedside clock shows 8:30. I stretch a hand out behind me. For a moment, I forget his name, then I remember – Marc. The bed's empty. Panic! He's gone!
Then I hear the shower running in the bathroom. It must be him! I swing my legs over the side of the bed and lift myself up. I pass the bathroom door. Yes! He's in there. I pull on my briefs, picking them up from where they were pulled off me last night and dropped on the floor. I go into the kitchen and start to make coffee.
Marc:
As I step out of the hot shower and start to dry myself, I catch sight of my reflection in the mirror. I run my fingers over the stubble on my chin. Now I wish I'd shaved yesterday morning. I run a towel over my wet hair and wrap another round my waist, open the door and step into the living room.
I can see him standing in the kitchen, back towards me, in his sexy underwear, that fits so neatly, tight against his firm little bubble butt. I smell freshly brewed coffee. Good Morning!
Florian:
I hear his voice and turn round. A towel round his middle and he's using another one to to dry his mop of shiny, wet hair. If anything he looks even more sexy than ever – what a body! He's perfect. Coffee?
Marc:
I'm going to be late for work. I take the coffee mug from his outstretched hand, give him a kiss and take a sip. I say I must rush and I ask for his cellphone number. He looks for a pen and a piece of paper. He says it's a pity that I have to work on a Sunday. Then I remember, I smile – What an ass hole! I've got the whole day off!
Florian:
He's forgotten what day it is! We laugh. I give him another kiss. He puts his coffee mug down and holds me close – a long tender, passionate kiss. I feel his hand sliding down, inside the back of my briefs and it squeezing my ass.
I take him by the hand and lead him back towards the bedroom. The towel drops from around his waist. I close the bedroom door behind us. I can hear Sunday morning church bells outside starting to ring out over the town.
Who is Marc?
Who is Florian?
Are these their real names?
Did all of this actually happen, like they say it did?
How long ago was it?
Would we know this much detail, if we didn't have their very own words to tell us?
What happened after that first night?
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