“I’m coming, Mar! Oh God! I’m coming!”
He hammered Mar harder, lunging like a madman into his orifice, pushing his body against the arm of the couch and making the couch scoot across the polished hardwood floor. He dug his fingernails into Mar’s butt, making him yell out loud in pain.
The orgasm exploded inside him, sending him into a fit of gyrating thrusts that almost knocked Mar to the floor. Sweat popped out on his naked body as he lunged harder and harder into Mar’s opening, taking every nuance of pleasure he could manifest. Finally, he was spent, he slumped limply across Mar’s sweat dampened back, breathing heavily.
Mar pushed himself up, making Billy stand on his own two feet while he moved from beneath him. His prick was massive in his crotch, long, engorged, his balls heavy and covered in dark thick hair. He stroked a fingertip along his thick length, his eyes on Billy.
“Remember what happened next?”
Billy lowered his spent body onto the couch and looked up at Mar.
“You’ve got the biggest prick I’ve ever seen.” He panted, his chest heaving from exertion. “Maybe that’s why I could never get you out of my mind.”
Mar laughed and sauntered over to Billy. “Suck me. Then we’ll tie each other up like we used to. Remember?”
“I remember.” He reached out one hand and touched Mar’s dick, making it jerk wildly in anticipation. He sat up on the couch and brought his mouth to his dick. Poking out his tongue, he lathed the thick stick of flesh along its hot length. It felt good against his tongue, smooth, warm. He pulled the rounded head between his lips and teased its smooth surface with the tip of his tongue.
“Damn! You give good head!”
Billy began to suck Mar’s dick and fondle his balls, making Mar wiggle his hips and thrust into his mouth. Momentarily Mar pushed Billy back on the couch and straddled his chest, pumping into his mouth with an easy stroke.
Billy ran his hands all over Mar’s ass, feeling his balls and poking his index finger into his asshole. He moaned deep in his throat as Mar responded to his playing, thrusting deeper into his mouth and rubbing his balls against his palm. He closed his eyes and rejoiced that he had taken the initiative to move back to Somerset and Mar.
My Mar.
He’s mine…and he’ll always be mine.
WEEKEND AT SEA
Rudy grabbed his bag from the trunk of the car and hurried across the ramp to the docked sailboat. Mark’s car was in the marina parking lot so he knew he was already on board. He felt anxious and wary at the same time. A weekend at sea with the man he had fallen in love with was a dream come true. But a new direction in his mundane life.
He wasn’t comfortable around water—and had told Mark his fears, but Mark had reassured him to the extent that he no longer worried about getting seasick or falling overboard. He laughed out loud. His fears were leftover worries of his childhood—a time when he cowered from his own feelings and hid himself away from his peers.
He walked quickly down the ramp to the sailboat, his small bag of clothing clutched in one hand. He couldn’t be happier that Mark had taken the initiative and invited him away for the weekend. He knew of his neurotic thoughts—thoughts that inhibited him in so many ways.
He slowed his steps when he reached the narrow gangplank that led onboard the sleek boat. It was bobbing erratically as the waters washed up on the rocky shore. He hoped he wouldn’t fall as he took a tentative step onto the plank surface. In the next instant, he stepped up his pace and lengthened his stride, making it to the side of the boat just as he felt he was losing his balance. His heart raced at the thought of plunging headfirst into the water. He climbed aboard and stood clutching the brass rail for a moment, steadying his emotions.
The boat was white with the name ETERNITY stenciled on its bow. He glanced around the teak deck; polished brass gleamed in the bright summer sun. White sails lay ready to be hoisted up the massive mast. Telling himself he had nothing to fear, he forced himself to conjure up a measure of courage.
He heard a noise coming from the lower level of the boat and turned his gaze toward a wooden bulkhead that led down below. Realizing he had to turn loose of the railing he clutched, he took a tentative step toward the bulkhead. Suddenly the deck seemed to shift beneath his feet, rolling as though they were already at sea and upsetting his balance. He tried to brace his feet apart, tried to steady his body against the pitching movement, but he found it nearly impossible to take control of his own limbs.
“Mark,” he called in a quivering voice. “Mark. I’m on board—but—“
He heard racing footsteps coming from the vicinity of the teak bulkhead and momentarily Mark’s dark head popped into view.
“What am I going to do with you?”
His tone was teasing and a broad smile adorned his handsome face. He took hold of Rudy’s arm and steadied his balance, wrapping one arm around his waist and pulling his body against the long lean length of his own.
A shard of emotion raced through Rudy as the heat of Mark’s well-muscled body seeped through his summer clothing. His bare thigh pressed against his, rubbing and hot as Mark helped him traverse the few steps that led to the bedroom below the main deck. He felt hot all over and when Mark removed his arm from his waist, he wanted to scream his objection in a loud voice.
His embrace felt so good.
His admission went straight to his heart. For months he had tried to deny the attraction he felt for Mark—afraid that someone as worldly as Mark Freeman wouldn’t have anything to do with a mere accountant—an accountant that worked in a cubbyhole in the basement of the law firm where Mark was the senior partner.
“Stow your clothes—though I don’t think you’ll need much more than swimming trunks—and come topside. We’re ready to set sail and I can use your help.”
Mark left and Rudy gazed after him. His backside was beautiful; tight black swim trunks hugged his taut buttocks and his legs were muscled in all the right places. A dusting of dark body hair seemed to enhance the tanned skin lying beneath. Mark had Italian ancestors and it was all too apparent by his dark eyes and ebony hair.
Rudy let out a long breath. If only he was one to express his emotions fully and without dread of persecution. He looked round the tiny bedroom, admiring the brass light fixtures on the wall, the built in dresser and the small bathroom. Then his gaze traversed to the single bed in the room. It was little more than a bunk!
He drew in a quivering breath!
Are we both sleeping in that?
Suddenly his nerves felt so jangled he had to sit down. He perched on the edge of the bed—sweat dotting his brow. He had wanted to be alone with Mark for the very thing he now felt compelled to worry about. He bit his bottom lip. What if he failed to measure up to Mark’s standards in a lover? He had only been with one other man—and then he was the pupil.
“Rudy—are you coming up on deck?”
The sound of Mark’s voice interrupted Rudy’s thoughts. He lunged up from the bed as though jolted into action. Holding onto the walls of the room, he made his way over to the doorway and then to the steps leading up on the main deck. He felt sick to his stomach and his temples were pounding.
“You look a little green. Sit down and I’ll fix you a drink.”
Mark helped him to a cushioned seat at the rear of the boat and disappeared down the steps to the tiny kitchenette. Momentarily he returned with a frosty drink and handed it to Rudy.
“This will fix anything ailing you—I guarantee it.” He winked one dark eye and patted Rudy’s shoulder. “Drink up while I cast off.”
“I’m so sorry. I guess I’m just a coward at heart.”
Rudy raised the drink to his lips and took a tiny sip, expecting the blue liquid in the glass to have a horrible taste. To his surprise, it was sweet and quite delicious on the back of his tongue. He settled back against the pillowed seat and pinned his eyes on Mark while he tried to get control of his senses.
Within minutes Mark was steering th
e sleek craft out of the marina and Rudy was feeling much better. He had consumed half of the tasty drink and could manage to gaze out across the open water in front of the boat without his stomach pitching. He felt like smiling for the first time since setting foot aboard the boat.
The sky was a cloudless blue canopy stretching overhead. A warm breeze rustled the white sail that Mark ran up the mast. The sleek craft sliced effortlessly though the pristine blue water soon leaving the marina behind in the distance. Rudy relaxed and sipped his drink, regretting when he drained the final swallow from the glass. It had been so tasty and he felt so much better after having drunk it. He wondered what it was or if perhaps, he might have another.
Rudy kept his eyes on Mark, watching as he went about sailing the boat, steering it on its course out to sea. The plan was to do a little deep-sea fishing, though Rudy had never held a fishing rod in his life—Mark had promised to teach him. A shiver of expectation streamed though his insides at the thought of being Mark’s pupil.
He ran his gaze over Mark’s back as he sat at the steering wheel of the boat. He had very broad shoulders. And he seemed so suited to captain the boat. The muscles in his long arms flexed and bulged as he turned the teak steering wheel maneuvering the craft across the water.
Rudy was feeling as though he could doze off—until he spied Mark stripping out of his t-shirt. Suddenly he felt very wide awake; alert to whatever Mark might surprise him with next. He watched him toss the shirt aside, and then to his amazement, he pushed his swimming trucks off his hips and let them fall around his ankles. He turned a smiling face toward Rudy as he kicked the trunks aside with one foot.
“We’re far enough out to sea that no one will see us. Go on. Take off your clothes.”
It was an invitation he couldn’t refuse—if he dared. An emotion akin to absolute lust gripped his insides. He returned Mark’s smile and setting his empty glass aside, rose to his feet to remove his shorts and polo shirt. Surprised that he seemed so steady on his feet, he released the snap on his Bermuda shorts and let them fall around his feet. He yanked his shirt over his head without unbuttoning it. Standing on deck in only his underwear sent his senses reeling. He felt emboldened by the display of naked flesh and when he allowed his gaze to travel over Mark’s body, he realized his prick was becoming hard. Surprised, he glanced at the front of his shorts, drawing a loud laugh from Mark.
“Take your shorts off, Rudy.”
It was more an order than an invitation Rudy thought and since he functioned better with structure in his life, he obeyed without hesitation. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and pushed the garment off his hips, catching the thin cotton cloth on the elongated prick at his crotch. He laughed and paused his hands, amused that his erection should inhibit his stripping for Mark.
His eyes lingered on his flesh, poking upward so majestically beneath the covering of underwear, that he didn’t see Mark approaching until he was standing right before him, his naked body within inches of his erection. He glanced up to see Mark reaching one hand to his crotch. In the next instant, his eyes flickered down to watch Mark curl his fingers around his cloth-covered shaft. An audible mew leapt from his mouth.
“Haven’t you ever played, Rudy?”
He shook his head. His senses were reeling as he lifted his eyes and gazed at Mark.
Mark’s fingers began to move on Rudy’s prick, caressing and fondling him through the covering of cotton fabric. Rudy lowered his eyes and watched, his heart hammering against his rib cage in a wild tattoo.
“Touch me, Rudy. Take my prick in your hand and play with it.”
Rudy obeyed without question, reaching out his right hand and twining his fingers around Mark’s long rod. It was hot in his palm, hot and smooth. He reached his other hand out and stroked its engorged length with his fingertips.
Suddenly Mark stripped away the fabric covering Rudy’s prick, drawing a gasp from Rudy. His shorts fell about his feet and the warm ocean breeze caressed his balls and bobbing shaft. Mark ran his hands along Rudy’s hips, stroking his flesh. Rudy felt hot all over. When Mark pulled apart his butt cheeks and ran his fingers along the inside crease to his rear orifice, he thought he’d faint. The sensation of someone else’s fingers touching his most private parts sent his emotions racing out of control.
Mark pushed his erection against Rudy’s while he held him fast, his hands clasped about Rudy’s buttocks. He rubbed his prick against Rudy’s, thrusting his balls against his and gyrating his hips.
“Have you ever had a blow job?”
Rudy shook his head. “I…I jack off…occasionally.” He felt his cheeks flame with the admission. Real men sought out women to ease their lust—or so his Uncle Bob had informed him once when he caught Rudy playing with himself. He’d been a teenager at the time and felt condemned by his uncle’s teasing words.
Mark pushed Rudy down on the padded seat against the railing of the boat and wound his fingers around his prick. It stood up like the mast of the boat, tall and proud as though it was something of importance. Rudy laughed in spite of things. He had never thought of himself as having anything that was important.
Mark massaged Rudy’s prick at its thick base, then he lowered his mouth and sucked its bulbous head between his lips.
“Oh shit!” Rudy exclaimed, almost jumping off the cushion in surprise. “Oh shit!”
“Relax,” Mark advised around the mouthful of prick. “We’re going to spend the next two days playing and having sex.”
“You…you invited…me out…for sex play?”
“Hell yeah! You didn’t really think we were going fishing—did you?”
Mark’s mouth was hot and wet and his tongue was doing incredible things to Rudy’s prick. He spread his legs so he could have easier access to his balls and anal opening and leaned back to savor the sensations he was causing him to have.
“You feel wonderful! Oh my God! You feel wonderful!”
Mark sucked Rudy’s prick inside his mouth and fondled his balls. Placing Rudy’s hand on his prick, he began to thrust into his fist.
“Man! You’re making me…come!”
He bucked his hips against Mark’s mouth and let loose his load, yelling his release into the open air surrounding them.
“It…never felt so…fucking good!”
Rudy closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the orgasm as it streamed through his body. Then he became acutely aware of Mark’s rapid thrusting into his fist. Momentarily he watched as Mark ejaculated, shooting a stream of white semen across the polished teak deck and spilling onto Rudy’s clasped fingers.
Spent, Mark fell across Rudy’s prone body, panting. Sweat drenched Rudy’s body and he was glad for the slight breeze fanning across the blue water. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the final remnants of orgasm as it waned inside his body. Momentarily Mark rose and sat beside him on the cushion.
“How about another drink?”
Mark didn’t wait for Rudy to answer, he levered himself up and headed below deck. Rudy forced himself to a sitting position, his body sprawled on the cushion, his legs splayed, his prick limp in his hairy crotch.
Did I really cum in Mark’s mouth?
The sexual interlude with Mark was burning in his brain. His breathing was erratic. His heart beat wildly in his chest. He blinked bleary eyes against the bright sun overhead, then combed one hand through his wind blown hair. He felt an anxious twitter knot his belly. The coming weekend would surely be one he would never forget.
Suddenly he caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye and jerked his head around--just in time to see a powerboat pulling along side their boat. A jolt of fear shot through him as he remembered he was totally naked! He made a frantic search of the deck at his bare feet for his underwear then realized that someone was coming aboard, crawling over the side of the boat with a speed that defied reason.
Things happened very quickly then. Men jumped onto the deck—men with guns aimed at him! He made an
attempt to scramble to his feet but two men grabbed his arms and pressed him back against the cushion. Jeering faces loomed over his body. Fear intensified inside him.
Where was Mark?
He jerked his head round, trying to see if any of the intruders had gone below—
“Where’s your playmate?”
A jeering voice taunted him, tweaked his bare male nipple, gripped his limp prick and pinched it, making him yell in pain.
There were three men, two with pistols. Rudy tried to think. Were they intent on killing him? Or were they there just to rob him?
“We’ve been watching you play.”
His breath smelled of liquor. His hands were rough on Rudy’s tender prick. Rudy tried to wrench his body free of the hands holding his shoulders against the padded seat. It was no use. They were too strong. He was at their mercy. His chest heaved with his rapid breathing. Fright settled inside him, cold and foreboding.
“And I’m hard as a hammer.”
Rudy gasped as he saw the stranger unzip his jeans and haul out his big prick. In the next second he tried to turn his head away as the stranger lunged his long cock at his mouth.
“Suck me. I’m in need of a good blow job.”
Rudy tried to evade the hot stick of flesh jabbing at his mouth. Turning his head rapidly from side to side, clamping his teeth together, he managed to keep from having to suck the stranger’s prick—until one of the men holding his shoulders grabbed his hair.
Pinned against the railing of the boat, Rudy could do little except comply with the stranger’s request. His lips were forced apart and a hot cock gouged inside his mouth. He fought against gagging, only to give in to the sensation. He coughed and spat; forcing the stranger to withdraw for fear he might bite.
The three were laughing and discussing what next to do to Rudy when suddenly a shot rang out…then another…and another.
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