“That’s right, baby,” Fausto coached him. “Take it all the way. Keep it in your mouth and suck. Suck that cock!”
Fausto’s butt began to hump up and down, his hands gripping Marc’s head and urging him to begin sucking. Marc waited a moment longer, obviously enjoying the feeling of just holding the hard penis inside his mouth, then he backed his lips off until they caressed just the head. His mouth started to move slowly down again, but now lust was making Fausto impatient. Fausto drove up hard and buried his cock to his hilt in that teasing mouth.
“I told you to suck it!” he cried. “Hurry! I can’t hold back for very much longer! You’re getting me too goddamn excited!”
His hips were driving up at Marc’s handsome face, his cock hammering in and out of the younger guy’s tightly clenched lips. Marc drove his head faster and faster, his mouth gurgling and smacking loudly. Suddenly Fausto’s thighs tightened with an iron grip around his head and the football player shouted incoherently as he began to ejaculate.
The first hot squirt of his sperm took Marc by surprise and he almost choked when he tried to swallow it. Fausto pushed Marc’s mouth all the way down on his erupting cock and held it firmly in place as he shot again and again, filling Marc’s mouth and throat with his slimy fluid.
“You wanted it,” Fausto told him. “You’re going to take it!”
Marc grunted, eagerly, making it clear he wanted nothing so much as to be “forced” to keep Fausto’s dick in his mouth and consume his load.
When at last the flow of semen had stopped and his prick was going limp inside Marc’s sucking mouth, Fausto relaxed the tension of his legs and urged Marc to sit up.
“Come here, baby,” he whispered.
Marc pulled his lips from the man’s cockhead and swallowed the last wad of sperm he had suctioned from it. He had to cough as the thickness of it caught in his throat, but he grinned happily at Fausto, who pulled him into his arms, hugging him tightly.
“That was fantastic, Fausto,” Marc reported. “God, how I loved sucking you off! You came so hard…so much…and it tasted so fucking good!”
Fausto’s arms tightened around him and they kissed hard on the mouth, with Fausto sticking his tongue inside Marc’s mouth to taste his own cum lingering there.
“My turn,” Fausto declared. “Let me have your cock!”
“It’s all yours.”
Fausto looked up into Marc’s eyes, smiling, and reached blindly for his cock, letting out a little moan of pleasure when his fingers curled around its bulk and he felt its heat and hardness against his palm. God, how long had it been since he’d touched another man’s cock? It must’ve been back home in LA, before he’d begun this publicity tour. He made up for lost time now. His fingers explored the penis greedily from its tip to its base, then slid down lower to cup Marc’s warm and hairy balls.
“Come here,” Fausto whispered, tugging gently on the prick. Marc pushed his naked body closer to him on the bed, and Fausto bent his head down to make love to the waiting cock.
Marc emitted a faint gasp of delight when Fausto’s lips touched the slightly moist tip of his meat and kissed the spongy hardness of its head. Slithering his tongue from his mouth with an almost serpentine agility, Fausto began to lick all around the cockhead, until the sheath of the foreskin was drawn tightly back and the shaft was smooth and hard against his lips. He licked straight down from the head to the root, and then probed lower, to lap at the hairy pouch containing the testicles below.
Marc moaned again, louder, as the wet tongue rubbed back and forth over his balls. “Suck them,” he whispered, pressing gently on Fausto’s cheeks to urge him to open his mouth wider.
Dipping his head lower, Fausto nuzzled his face between the waiter’s widespread thighs. The sweet scent of sweaty skin with just the faintest tang of male crotch odor filled his nostrils and intoxicated him as he pressed his lips up against the young stud’s scrotum and took the two heavy balls into his mouth. He savored the taste and texture of the wrinkled, hair-covered skin against his tongue. He had no intention of pulling back and letting go of the testicles, but it was a moot point, because Marc’s strong hands cupped his head between them and held him in place, silently urging him to suck on the nuts. Fausto obliged. His tongue began to move boldly back and forth, tracing the oval bulges of the two testicles through their pouch.
As Marc’s fingers dig into his hair and he began to push his groin slowly back and forth into Fausto’s face, Fausto’s excitement mounted and he sucked faster. His senses were reeling with pleasure as he tossed the two big balls from cheek to cheek inside his mouth and rolled them over the flat of his tongue. He felt the other guy’s neglected cockshaft bobbing against his nose and he reached up for it, and found it was rock hard.
“Suck my dick now!” Marc gasped. “Please! Put it in your fucking mouth and suck it!”
Fausto’s mouth slipped off the nuts and slid quickly up the length of the penis instead. The head was throbbing as his lips kissed all around it.
“Hurry!” the young stud in bed with him begged, pushing down on Fausto’s head. “I’m so horny I can’t stand it! I think I’m going to come soon!”
A gasp of excitement broke from Fausto’s throat at the mere thought, and his mouth quickly captured the fat head of the swollen prick. His tongue ran around it twice and he began to nibble his way slowly down the shaft, but Marc was too aroused by now for Fausto’s deliberate pace to satisfy him. His hands pushed Fausto’s head down at the same time that he drove his hips up, ramming his cock deep into Fausto’s mouth. Fausto gagged as he felt the thick head engorging his throat and he tried to pull back, but Marc held him tightly in place and began pumping his meat at his face, fucking his mouth and throat with a brutal, lust-driven urgency.
“Suck it! Suck it, man!” he gasped. “Suck my cock!”
Fausto sucked it.
Damn! he thought, as he happily serviced the potent flesh plunging in and out between his pursed lips. I suppose turnabout is fair play! I made him go all the way down on me, and take my load. Now the horny son of a bitch is raping my mouth! Which I guess is no more than I deserve. Oh, Mother of God—big, hard cock in my mouth, fucking my mouth! Ah, it feels so good!
Fausto’s nose was buried deep in the wiry bush of the younger man’s pubic hair, and his lips were stretched wide around the base of the thick penis. Marc’s balls hit against his chin as he pumped his hips ever more violently, driving his dick harder into his cocksucker’s mouth with each new lunge.
With his eyes tightly closed and the taste of cock strong and potent in his mouth, Fausto found his entire body seemingly on fire with pounding, burning lust. A muffled groan burst from his throat as he lurched forward, seizing the boy’s buttocks in both hands and squeezing them tightly as he began to bob his head in the same rhythm as the steady thrusting of Marc’s hips. Above him he could hear Marc’s groans of pleasure getting louder. Fausto worked his tongue up and down the shaft of flesh hammering into his mouth and throat. His mouth pumped expertly, taking the big prick effortlessly right to the hilt. His warm, slippery saliva drooled over the pulsing cockhead as he pulled it forward to his lips, then rammed it far back into his throat and attacked the base of the shaft with his tongue. His hands cupped Marc’s balls, which were slippery with sweat, and began to juggle them while he sucked.
“Oh, man!” Marc warned. “I’m going to shoot! Keep sucking! Don’t stop now! I’m going to come!”
Hell yes! Fausto wanted to shout. Go ahead and do it! Give me your cum! Let me taste it, let me feel it flying into my mouth, down my fucking throat—make me choke on that hot stud jism of yours!
He felt Marc’s legs tensing, and his face-fucking thrusts becoming more erratic. He heard Marc’s gasps of pleasure swell to a steady, erotic groan. Inside his fingers, he felt the balls tightening up in telltale readiness. His lips felt the thick seminal cord near the root of the cock pulsating.
Suddenly, Marc’s fingers tore at Fausto’s hair a
s though he wanted to rip it from his scalp, and with a savage cry he thrust his whole body forward. His dick fired its load violently into Fausto’s mouth, squirting thick volleys of salty sperm down his throat. His belly ground against Fausto’s face, and he came again and again, shooting so rapidly and in such quantity that Fausto could not begin to swallow it all.
He clung tightly to Marc’s cock until it had stopped ejaculating and it began to go soft inside his mouth. He pulled his lips off it slowly, licking it with his tongue, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva-diluted semen.
It tasted good. Damn good!
Chapter Two:
Marc With a C
Marc with a C, Mark with a C, Fausto caught himself doodling on the paper placemat, as he had breakfast in the hotel’s coffee shop the following morning.
He was thinking about how copiously Marc had come in his mouth, the night before. And about the taste of his cum—it resembled the creamy, lightly salted butter that Fausto was spreading upon his croissant right now.
After he’d swallowed Marc’s load, the two of them had rested on the bed for a moment.
“Do you have to rush off?” Fausto asked.
“Not really. Not just yet.”
“Good. I bet a guy your age can come more than once.”
Marc laughed. “You’re right. I can feel myself working up a second load already. Not that you seem to be any slouch, yourself.”
“Come on,” Fausto invited, sitting up on the bed. “Let’s take a shower together.”
This was one of the more innocent pleasures he enjoyed indulging in, with a sex partner. Standing in the glass-doored stall under the warm spray, Fausto took perhaps more time than was strictly necessary, soaping up his own body and Marc’s, and treating his guest to what amounted to a wet massage.
“Oh, this feels good,” Marc told him. “I’m starting to feel horny all over again. I can’t wait to get you back on that bed.”
Fausto handed Marc the bar of soap, along with one of the hotel’s extra washcloths.
“Here. Give your asshole a good scrub. Inside and out”
Marc took the items from him. “Sure. But why? Are you planning on doing something with my butt?” he asked, with a lewd grin.
“I’m hoping to have a chance to fuck it.”
“I guess that could be arranged.”
“And, whether you end up letting me fuck you or not, I’d like to eat your ass out.”
“Wow. Nobody’s ever done that to me.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“No, honestly, Fausto. I’ve never been rimmed.”
“Want to give it a try? Find out what it feels like?”
“Hell, yeah.”
“Good. That means we’re both in for a treat.”
They finished soaping themselves, then rinsed off. Stepping out of the shower stall, they quickly dried off, and went back into the bedroom.
Marc got onto the bed, but Fausto paused for a moment before joining him, so that he could look down at him and admire him. Marc’s cock had softened under the warm shower spray, but it stiffened again the instant Fausto joined him on the bed, grasped the big penis in his hand, and began to stroke it, urgently. Marc gasped at his touch.
“I can’t believe it,” Marc blurted out. “I’m getting horny again.”
“Good.” Fausto masturbated him for a few minutes, until Marc was moaning with passion. Then, lifting Marc’s legs high into the air, he pushed them backwards and wide apart. In this position, Fausto could look down and see the hot entrance to the young guy’s asshole, the pink sphincter ring surrounded by fine dark hairs. Moving forward, he held his face a few inches away from the opening, and blew warm breath against it.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Yes. Unbelievably good,” Marc said.
“You haven’t felt anything yet,” Fausto promised.
Fausto removed his fingers from Marc’s cock, then dropped his head down between the guy’s legs. He let his tongue tickle Marc’s furry balls for a few strokes, then let it go to work up and down Marc’s sleekly muscled left thigh. Up and down he licked with his wet, slippery tongue, savoring every swipe that he sent Marc’s way as he tasted his freshly showered flesh.
“Oh Jesus, that’s good,” Marc moaned. “Man, I really like the way you’re licking me! It’s getting me so fucking hot, I’ll do anything for you. Anything you want!”
“Yeah? Anything?”
“Anything!”
“You ready to get rimmed? And then fucked?”
“Yeah!”
Fausto kept up his rapid, determined tongue strokes against the younger man’s thigh for a few more moments. Then he lapped at Marc’s other leg, wetting it from knee to groin. By then he was ready to suck the dark-haired stud’s asshole.
He pushed his tongue gently along Marc’s ass crack, found the puckered hole, and penetrated it slowly with his extended tongue. He began gently, but soon he was inserting his tongue with every bit of energy and conviction he could muster. In and out of the boy’s sphincter he wielded his tongue probe, maneuvering it relentlessly as it licked and teased inside Marc’s bunghole.
“Keep sucking my ass,” Marc pleaded, breathing hard, sweating, keeping his buttocks spread wide open with both hands for the other man’s mouth to fit in between them. “Oh fuck, do it! Rim me! It feels so goddamn good. Oh, that hot tongue action of yours is too fucking much. You really know how to get my asshole hot, you horny fucker!”
The coarse praise inspired Fausto to even greater oral exertions. His tongue kept on working, gliding wetly against both the exterior and the interior of the asshole. A few deft, stabbing strokes later, he reached up with his right hand and began simultaneously to play with Marc’s cock. His fingers surrounded the steely column of flesh and stroked it from its base to its tip and back, repeatedly, as he continued to rim the young stud’s asshole, for all practical purposes fucking it with his tongue. Whenever he did pull his mouth away from Marc’s ass, it was only to lick his swollen testicles, to keep him guessing, while he jerked him off.
“Fuck! Oh, man—you really know how to use your mouth and tongue,” Marc praised him, breathlessly. “I can’t fucking stand much more of this. You’re going to make me come if you keep this up. That hot, wet tongue of yours is going to do it for me, you fucker. Do you want me to? Do you want me to shoot?”
Fausto grunted noisily in the affirmative, not breaking the oral-anal contact he had now established for so much as a second. His hot breath impacted against the helplessly flexing pucker of Marc’s sphincter ring.
“All right, you asked for it!” Marc warned. “I’m going to! I’m going to come! Lick it, Fausto—lick my ass! Bring me off!”
It thrilled Fausto to hear his sex partner talk that way, to know that his violent oral efforts had succeeded in pushing him over the edge. It didn’t surprise him, though, because he was used to having his tricks go wild in bed once he really got going on them, servicing them with all the expertise at his command. Fausto wasn’t a selfish lover. He had long ago learned that, when he concentrated on thoroughly arousing his partner, it paid off in the long run, in terms of his own eventual satisfaction.
So he continued to push his tongue back and forth, wetting his bedmate’s anal pucker thoroughly with his drooling saliva, driving him ever closer to orgasm. His fist pumped away steadily on Marc’s prickshaft while he tongue-lashed the tender anal lining. He took his mouth away from that butt only long enough to rub it all over Marc’s balls.
“I’m going to come,” Marc wailed. He tried to say something else, but his voice caught in his throat, and he could emit only half-stifled, gurgling sounds. Fausto pushed the full length of his extended, stiffened tongue back inside Marc’s ass, and held it there. Marc let out another incoherent, strangulated cry, as his whole body quivered.
A few deep, lunging strokes of Fausto’s tongue later, and Marc’s asshole pucker contracted around Fausto’s probing tongue. As Marc’s hips thras
hed back and forth, Fausto squeezed the head of Marc’s dick in one hand and clutched one of his ass cheeks with the other, his fingers digging deep into the solid glute. He held on fiercely, jerking Marc’s cock and kneading his buttock, all the while keeping his tongue planted deep in Marc’s anus. The triple stimulation had its intended effect, and was too much for Marc to endure for very long. His jism spurted violently from his roughly fisted prick, and sprayed everywhere in thick, white drops.
Fausto removed his tongue from Marc’s ass. He knew that, even though he’d just made Marc come, the young guy was still so turned on that he’d now refuse Fausto nothing. Fausto had loosened up the young stud and made him ready and eager for more. The rimming was no more than a prelude, something to get Marc acclimated to fucking with him. He reached out with his right index finger, letting it shove hard and fast into Marc’s anus. At first he concentrated on the outer edges of the tight asshole, but soon he began pushing more deeply and insistently, finally driving his finger into the hole all the way. He maintained a stabbing rhythm, drilling his finger into Marc’s horny asshole to the knuckle.
The relentless probing had the effect Fausto had anticipated—and had been counting on.
“Finger my ass,” Marc gasped. “Oh hell, fuck me with your finger, man! Come on, give me a good hard finger-fuck before you put your prick in there. Work it around inside my asshole!”
“You want to get fucked?”
“Hell, yes!”
“Think you can take it?”
“God, you’re hung! I guess I can take it…only one way to find out. Go on, keep teasing me with that finger of yours. Get my asshole good and hot. Get it ready for your cock!”
Fausto finger-fucked Marc’s pliant asshole for a few more minutes, then released his finger from the puckered aperture, which seemed to tighten up around the retreating digit, as though unwilling to relinquish it. Fausto’s cock was so hard he was afraid it would burst, prematurely, without being touched or stimulated in any way. He was more than ready by now to work that agonizingly excited dick of his deep inside this guy’s tight, heated anus. He wanted to slam it in hard and fast, to pound Marc’s asshole with his cock until the fuck juices spurted from his embedded penis like so much molten lava. But he forced himself to take his time, to not rush things. He didn’t want to hurt Marc—and he didn’t want to come too fast. He wanted this fuck to last!
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