by Solet, Trina
This vacation was a beautiful nightmare. All day, Zack tempted him. Then after Al was asleep, there was no struggle or argument. Zack took his hand and led him to his room. He kissed Mark lightly and undressed him slowly.
"You’ve been driving me crazy all day, "Zack said. He had an uncanny way of saying what Mark was thinking. Zack took his own clothes off more quickly and stood in front of Mark hard and ready. Leading Mark to the bed, he had him sit then lie back. Mark gasped as Zack's hand skimmed over the center of his chest down to his stomach. The hand stopped to rest there, and Mark groaned. Zack’s other hand played with Mark’s balls as he took his cock in his mouth. The pull of his mouth was gentle but insistent, drawing pleasure from his whole body to center on his cock then bloom outward to fill him. Rubbing his hands through Zack’s tangled hair, Mark poured his come on his tongue. He sat up into Zack’s arms, and they kissed. Mark gently licked the sunburn on Zack’s shoulders. Kissing his muscled arms and his chest, he slid down his body. He felt Zack’s chest hair against his face like he wanted to all day. He rubbed his face against his legs too then up until his face was nestled in his crotch, and he was inhaling his scent. Sucking down the length of Zack’s cock greedily, he took it in until it hit the back of his throat. He wanted it in all the way but had to settle for gripping the rest in his hand. With a powerful shudder, Zack release shook them both and flooded into Mark’s mouth.
Now they kissed lazily, more to keep each other awake until they were recovered. As Mark’s hands explored the curves of Zack’s ass, he couldn’t help but think about fucking Zack. His fingers were guided to the hole naturally. It was clear that Zack welcomed the probing of his fingers.
"Can I fuck you?" Mark asked, whispering in Zack’s ear.
"You are a dream come true," Zack said with a smile as Mark looked at him.
Mark rolled his eyes then asked for confirmation.
"Can I take that as a yes?"
"You can take that as a ‘Yes, please.’"
Zack got lube and a condom from his bag and gave them to Mark along with a long kiss. He got one pillow out of the way and put another one under him. Bringing up his knees, he held them against his chest to offer himself to Mark. Before starting, he caressed Zack’s cock and his balls. He moved his hand down and pressed in with the tip of his finger. Zack was tight. Mark was tempted to ask him how long it had been for him.
Watching the response of Zack’s body, Mark worked in a single finger. Another followed drawing gasping breaths from Zack. "Oh, Mark," Zack called his name in a whisper. Three fingers were now sliding in and out of him, and Zack breathed in rhythm with the pumping. Mark didn’t need to ask if Zack was ready. Putting one hand on the back of Zack’s thigh, Mark guided his cock in with the other. It was a tight fit. He could hear Zack catching his breath then letting it go with a shudder. Zack’s body marked the progress of Mark’s cock deeper inside him by tightening then loosening around him. Zack was sweating with the effort of taking every inch. When he felt Mark’s body press against him, Zack let out a silent, triumphant laugh. Mark rocked against him to make sure he was all the way in where he needed to be. Zack rocked with him sighing with ecstasy. Though Mark pulled back slowly, Zack still hissed. His insides didn’t want to let Mark go.
Mark knew from experience that he couldn’t just slap on some lube and ram it up a guy’s ass the way smaller men could. He had learned to work his way in slowly. And it was no big deal. But with Zack it was different. He wanted so badly to make him feel good, but to do that he had to fight his need for him. He had never felt so driven to be inside some one and to fuck the hell out of him until he was spent. Mark willed himself to stay in control every second.
Mark had said those beautiful word "Can I fuck you?" and now it was actually happening. As Mark was digging his fingers into his hole, he had on a serious expression with his mouth tight then his lips parted and he was breathing as hard as Zack.
Zack felt a thrill like he couldn’t remember from any other sexual encounter. He wanted Mark filling him up, but first he had to endure the slow pressure of Mark’s cock opening the way inside him. Every extra second Mark spent making sure to wait for Zack’s body to adjust to his big cock, Zack wanted him that much more. Even when he was all the way in Zack wanted to take in more of him. Zack rested his legs against Mark’s shoulders to free his hands so he could fondle him. As he pressed in, Mark leaned over Zack and looked into his eyes. Then Mark pulled back, and Zack yearned to feel the weight of his body again and have him inside fully. They took it slow for a while until Zack’s body started to cooperate with the thrusting of Mark’s cock. Now Mark could pump faster, and Zack felt deep and open to him, made for him. Mark rammed pleasure right up his spine, filled him with bliss like he had never experienced. Zack watched Mark’s progress toward orgasm and stroked his cock to catch up to him. He had to fight the power of his thrusts so he wouldn’t be pushed back as Mark slammed into him. They both strained, sweated, used their strength to come together. Then Zack saw Mark fight to contain the sound of pleasure that wanted to escape his body just as he did the same. They had been overcome by it together but held on, stayed quiet and looked at each other proudly before they collapsed, exhausted.
At first it seemed impossible to move. Zack felt drugged, heavy, incapable of separating himself from Mark as if they had been fused together in the act of lovemaking and shared one body. But slowly their bodies loosened and came back to life as separate beings. They were still happy, still touching but conscious of who they were and who was lying there. Sliding his face closer to Mark and kissing his lips was all the movement Zack was capable of.
Mark had heard Zack's snoring before, but only through his bedroom door, in passing. The rumbling was louder than he had expected probably because it was right next to his ear. When he tried to move away, he found that Zack was holding him tightly even in sleep. Mark reached over and pinched his nose. Zack's eyes snapped open, and Mark let go of him. Barely awake, Zack gave him a confused look.
"You were snoring," Mark explained.
"So you tried to kill me?"
"Yes. It's only fair."
Zack groaned and snuggled up to him again. Mark vowed silently that he would finish the job if he started snoring again. Until then he would kiss Zack’s sunburned shoulder and enjoy the feel of his muscular body as it fully relaxed in sleep against his own.
Chapter 25
Zack had gone back to the house to make sandwiches and brought them out to Mark and Al for lunch.
"Be careful or those will be real sand-wiches," Zack said then waited for Al to get the pun. Nothing happened, so he tried again. "Sand-wiches. Get it?"
"Yes. Sandwiches," Al said, clearly not understanding Zack’s sophisticated humor.
"He means sandwiches with sand in them. Sand-wiches," Mark explained.
Al thought for a second then laughed. Even if it took some extra work, hearing that laugh was still worth it.
As Al went to splash his feet in the waves, Zack leaned back on his elbows and said, "These are happy times."
Mark gave him one of those bottomless looks he had only let him see recently. It was like the inner Mark had been locked away all this time, and only now he had opened up to reveal a treasure meant only for Zack.
"I feel like, if I couldn’t see you again, I would want to be blind," Zack said to him but kept his voice low.
"How very impractical," Mark said. His eyes might say everything, but Mark refused to put what he felt into words. Though he wasn’t shy about teasing Zack for what he said.
"Just call me a dork. That’s what you meant," Zack grumbled.
"I think if you weren’t a dork, I would hate you because then you’d be perfect," Mark said as he settled himself into the warm sand.
"Good thing I’m a dork then." Zack turned on his side so he could look at Mark. He propped up a book in front of him so he wouldn’t look too obvious. Not able to resist, he made sure Al wasn’t watching, and he reached out his h
and and took Mark’s. At first, all he felt was that their hands were gritty with sand. Then he felt Mark’s hand squeeze his, and an incredible tingling warmth traveled up his arm. Al started to turn around and they let go. Though he hadn’t seen them holding hands, Al still looked at them funny.
They slept in Zack’s bedroom because it was further from Al’s and shared no walls with his room. Mark was just closing and locking the door behind him. He stripped off his shorts and climbed to sit at the foot of the bed opposite Zack. Earlier that day, when Mark was lying on the beach, Zack was dying to touch more than his hand. Zack pulled Mark closer to him until Mark was straddling him. Zack sighed. What a sight. He felt up those young muscles, defined, writing their shape on his skin where they bulged. But an even better sight followed as Zack turned Mark around so his ass was toward Zack. Swallowing the groan that almost left his throat, Zack enjoyed the feeling of his cock being sucked into Mark’s mouth. Zack groped Mark’s ass as they both moaned. He stroked Mark’s cock feeling it ooze, hard as steel. Zack wanted to taste it so he didn’t make him come this way. But Mark was writhing and panting as he sucked. Zack knew the signs of his need becoming unbearable. He licked his thumb then gently pressed it into Mark’s hole. Mark pushed back to take it in all the way then rode it as he sucked. He didn’t come though but as soon as Zack came, Mark turned around whip-fast, ready for more. Grabbing Zack’s arms, he pulled him lower on the bed. Straddling his head, Mark took Zack’s hand and placed it behind him while bringing his cock to Zack’s mouth.
Mark pumped into his mouth gently in rhythm with Zack’s fingering. When he came, Zack felt the powerful spasm around his fingers as come hit the back of his throat. But even then Mark didn’t let Zack withdraw his fingers. He kept driving his body back for more like nothing could satisfy him. Zack had a suspicion about what he really wanted. Then Mark actually said it.
"I think I want you to fuck me. I think I need it," Mark said as Zack eased his fingers out of him.
"I'll fuck you any time you want," Zack said.
"Now."
Zack smiled up at him like he didn't think Mark was serious. Mark leaned over him and looked into his eyes.
"You saw me. I'm dying for it."
"Still?" Zack asked.
"Even more now." At Zack's questioning look he said, "Haven't you noticed that I can't get enough of you?" Zack shook his head, not taking him seriously.
Mark laid himself out on top of him, chest to chest. He then stretched his arms out until they covered Zack’s and took his hands. He buried his face in Zack’s neck.
"You’ve done that before?" Zack wanted to know
"Yes," Mark said though it sounded like he didn’t want to say more.
"How did it feel?"
"Fine," Mark told him, again holding back.
Zack freed his hands from Mark’s and started caressing his back. He lingered over his ass then ran his hands up until he was holding him.
Though Zack wanted to have him, Mark’s hesitation before he answered and whatever he wasn’t telling Zack, made him delay doing as Mark asked. Zack told him he would give him until tomorrow night to think about it. For now there were other fun things to do.
Mark awoke to a feeling that was now almost familiar. It was the feeling of being too warm next to another body but not really minding. Zack shifted next to him waking up too. They both listened for Al, but the faded light told them it was still early. Looking at each other they wondered if they had time for a quickie. But it was too risky. Al would be up any minute. Mark got out of bed and Zack moaned. The sound told Mark that he would miss him.
Thinking about the night before as he brushed his teeth, Mark felt like he had missed an opportunity, and not to get fucked. Zack had asked him about his sexual experiences, and Mark had told him as little as possible. Though Mark wanted to tell Zack more, he didn’t want to talk about Roy at a time like that. He didn’t want Roy in that bed with them.
Mark had loved the intrusion of Zack’s fingers more than he could have imagined. He thought back to his past experiences. Usually Mark did the fucking. Only Roy had fucked him while other guys had fingered him. It was nothing like what he felt with Zack. He knew it was because he wanted Zack so completely. He needed him inside. To have a part of Zack inside his own body thrilled him. It meant being touched by him in a new, intimate way. He wanted it badly. But it worried him too. Being fucked was something he only learned to enjoy, but never allowed anyone but Roy. Mark didn’t think it was for him. He never intended to do it with anyone else. And now he had undergone this sudden change of heart. He worried that he was getting carried away and that he wouldn’t like it. A bigger cock than Roy’s would be more of a challenge. It might be more pain than pleasure. But then Mark remembered who he was dealing with. He could see Zack as if he was staring at him from the bathroom mirror. Mark wanted to kick himself for worrying. He trusted Zack ,and he wanted him in every way. Whatever happened, if it was with Zack, it would be good.
Chapter 26
Zack hadn’t meant to go back to sleep. The light had been pale when Mark left his room. Now it was too bright. He tried to close his eyes tighter against the light flooding the room then groaned. But soon he became aware of the smell of sea air. Faintly hearing a voice that sounded like Al, Zack raised himself on his elbows. He went over to the window and saw Al and Mark playing on the beach. He hurried to get ready and join them. It was nice of Mark to let him sleep, but Zack wished that he had kept him awake with a blow job instead. As he got ready, Zack thought briefly about last night. But his thoughts turned quickly to tonight when Mark would be in his bed, and he would say yes. His absolute certainty about Mark’s answer told Zack that the delay had only been for his own peace of mind. There was never any real doubt.
Since it was supposed to be a vacation, Al was not happy if he suspected Zack of working. Seeing him on the phone, Al slowly approached Zack. Al leaned close to him over the armrest of the couch. Zack pulled the phone away from his ear.
"What?"
"Are you working?" Al asked.
"I'm talking on the phone."
Al seemed unsure whether that made Zack guilty or not. He left him alone, but he had an "I'll be back" look in his eyes.
After he was done talking on the phone, Zack sneaked up on Al. He grabbed him and rubbed his smooth face with his unshaved one.
"Ahh! Dad! Your face is scratchy," Al complained.
"That's because I am a hairy beast."
"You are a scratchy beast," Al corrected him.
"What to shave my face?"
"Can I?"
"Sure."
"I'll go get the straight razor," Mark said. Zack looked around to see where he was hiding. He was reading, sitting with his legs pulled up in the big armchair. The lamp was on above his head though it was just starting to get dark.
"And where would you get one?" Zack challenged him while he got the electric razor. "Don't drop it," Zack said as he gave it to Al.
"Al, don’t stop with the face, shave everything," Mark told him.
Al looked questioningly from Mark to his father.
"Would you really like that?" Zack asked to see if Mark was stating a preference for the hairless look.
"No," Mark admitted sheepishly. Then seeing Zack still looking at him, he added grudgingly, "You’re fine the way you are."
Mark found that he was breathing hard even before it was time for bed. His mind went back to his previous experience. He had taken the fucking from Roy only enjoying it after a while. At first he had felt only his insides being seared by Roy's cock as he pushed before Mark was ready to accept the intrusion. After that, he tried to satisfy Roy with blow jobs, but Roy needed more, and Mark gave it to him. He always felt it was a measure of something between them that he did this even though he would have rather done other things, some of which were unthinkable to Roy. Roy would whisper meaningless endearments to him, but in most ways Roy almost shut down during sex as if he didn’t know who he was fuc
king. He only turning back into Mark’s friend afterward with some excuse or apology to show that the time for fucking was over, and they were just friends again.
Mark knew one thing without a doubt, Zack would be there with him, not just in body but in every way. This was something they would share. It wasn’t going to be earth shattering, it wasn’t going to prove anything, but it was going to feel good. And it would give Mark another way to be close to Zack.
Mark stripped slowly as Zack watched. Then he stripped Zack. Exposing his semi-hard cock, Mark looked at it in a new way, with the knowledge that it would be hard as a rock soon, and it would have to fit inside him. Zack saw his worry. When Mark looked at Zack, all he saw on his face was concern.
"You need to take that look off your face. It's not sexy," Mark warned him.
"If you want to change your mind..."
Mark drew his fingers lightly over his own cock like he was showing off.
"If you can take mine, I can take yours," Mark boasted. He wished he was really sure of that. He pushed aside his worries and lay on the bed. He propped himself up for Zack and opened his arms.
Settling on top of him, Zack kissed him so lightly and gently, Mark couldn’t help but think of a wedding night. He tried to push that idea out of his head but couldn’t. It turned him on anyway.
"Get serious," Mark told Zack.
Zack kissed him again on the mouth then on the chin. He kissed his neck for a while and then traveled down until his nose was against the base of Mark’s cock, buried in his hairs.
After he pulled up Mark’s legs, Zack lubed his middle finger and positioned it at Mark’s entrance. He only teased the hole until he started sucking Mark’s cock then he pushed in.
Mark’s first instinct was to try to pull away from the intruding finger knowing what would follow. Even though he forced himself not to move, he felt his opening tighten around Zack's finger. Zack swirled his finger in place, gently as he tongued Mark’s shaft. He didn’t fight Mark’s body for control. He worked his finger in a circle then in and out. Mark's hole began to appreciate the intrusion and so did Mark. As Mark’s ass allowed it, Zack added a second finger. Mark tensed against it again, but this time he knew to allow it to pleasure him into acceptance. No matter what he did, Zack knew how to make him feel good.
