Focusing on the story and not the fantastic sensations emanating from my cock, I continued. “Around this time, I realized Sonya may be playing with herself as we talked. This fact sent a bolt of lightning to my cock, and I spared no sordid detail. I told her how you asked me to blow my load on you. How you wasted no time tasting the cum that just missed your mouth. How you devoured every drop of seed, I fed you. How, after you tasted my load, you were still a starving boy and slid down in your chair to devour my hairy manhole.” This remembrance caused Mark to moan deliciously on my cock, the vibrations adding to the excellent work he was performing. It also caused him to release my prick and put his shoulders under my thighs, pushing them back so he had complete access to my asshole. He once again dove in, licking and rimming my sensitive pucker, sending more delicious signals to my twitching cock.
I groaned, “Fuck, Mark. Is it always going to be this easy to get you to eat my ass? That would seem to be an interest you and Sonya share.” His renewed effort confirmed it would be precisely this easy to have my hole eaten. Mark’s tongue was making delicious tracks in and around my pucker, moaning almost as much as I was. I wrapped my hand around my rock-hard cock and gently stroked it, pre-cum streaming from my helmet.
Mark finally slowed his oral attention on my ass and lowered my hips. He licked his way across my taint and lavished my balls with his tongue. This man had exceptional oral skills, and my cock strained in appreciation of them. He had now settled back to his original position, between my legs, with my cock down his throat, as he enthusiastically milked my shaft.
“Fuck that feels good. Sonya asked if I could send a picture or two of our fun if we connected again before the two of you met. What do you think? Feel free to say no if it makes you uncomfortable,” I asked cautiously, moaning at Mark’s continued work on my cock.
He let out a low moan, the vibrations complementing his lips and tongue perfectly. He slowly pulled my sucked cock out of his mouth and dropped down to massage my nuts with his tongue and lips. “Does this make a good picture?”
Reaching for my shorts and my phone, I flexed my cock on Mark’s face. “Smile for the camera,” I instructed as I snapped the picture.
Mark stopped his attention on my balls and softly licked up the underside of my shaft, coming to rest with his tongue teasing my frenulum. I snapped another picture showing a better view of Mark’s face.
Mark pulled back, replacing his mouth with his hand around my shaft, slowly jacking my cock. “So, I think you said earlier that Sonya has gotten very good at pegging you. Does that mean you like it?”
His attention on my stiffness was making it hard to concentrate, and I moaned a low “yeaaaaaahhhhh” in response.
I saw a devilish smile flash across his face. “Does that mean I get to fuck this delicious, hairy ass of yours?”
My cock jumped in response to his question, answering it before I could. I decided to provide the context my dick didn’t. “I’d say there is a good chance of it. Sonya and I discussed the importance of our being and staying tested. If that happens, anything is possible. Especially if it feels anywhere near this good.”
There was that devilish smile again. “Well, Mr. Reese, I get tested bi-weekly. I love having fun, but I am not a risk-taker. Once you test clean, we can discuss all sorts of dirty fun if interested.” Mark was tracing his thumb around my well-eaten hole, and the sensations were driving me crazy.
“Mark, I don’t want you to think less of me, but I want to get my ass fucked. Until I get tested, could you finger me? Please.”
Mark smiled like a Cheshire cat, standing up between my legs and revealing his own stiffness in all its glory. “Absolutely. It will be my pleasure.”
Before he turned away, I snapped a full-body picture of him that included his delicious prick. Sonya was going to see quite a bit tonight.
Mark went to the other side of the room, opened a cabinet and retrieved something. He returned and showed me a bottle with “Gun Oil” on it. He offered, “This is the best lube I have ever used. I am interested in getting your opinion.”
Mark’s cock was standing at rapt attention, so I decided to take advantage. I sat forward and wrapped my warm lips around his helmet, his groan proving he appreciated the sentiment. I cleaned his leaking helmet and swirled the tip of my tongue around his swollen head. Pulling back slightly to ensure my lips were wet enough, I eased my way down his cock until his head was at the entrance to my throat. I teased the underside of his shaft with a soft tongue, dragging it side to side before pulling back and looking up at Mark with his shiny cockhead on my tongue. He reached down and gave himself a firm stroke upwards, rewarding me with a big pearl of his own “Gun Oil.” He reached down to the arm of the chair and grabbed my phone, turned it around and snapped a picture of his cock on my tongue.
“I haven’t met Sonya yet, but I think that picture will be far more intriguing for her than the others,” Mark observed. He thrust his hips slowly, rubbing his cock on my tongue. He put my phone down and pulled away, returning to his knees.
Mark pumped a liberal amount of Gun Oil into the palm of his hand before spreading it around liberally. He traced his now lubricated finger around my tender asshole, alternating pressure as he went. He looked at me expectantly for permission, and I nodded with an eagerness I didn’t know I had. Mark leaned forward and began massaging my balls with his tongue while teasing my hole with the tip of his index finger. I hooked my forearms behind my knees and brought them as close to my chest as possible, ensuring Mark had maximum access to my ass.
“So, Mr. Reese, how does it feel having your asshole massaged by your new gay friend? Judging by the precum spilling from your head, it seems to feel very good?” Mark smirked.
I didn’t answer beyond a low moan. Mark was in total control. His pace slowed as he zoned in on my pucker, applying more pressure until I felt a soft pop and the tip of his finger was in my ass.
I groaned in acknowledgement and appreciation, encouraging him to continue.
“How does that feel, Reese? I can’t believe I am fingering the ass of the straight, married bear from the gym. Now I can’t wait to see how good my cock feels in this tight asshole of yours. You know, it’s been my experience that the big, hairy bear men have the tightest manholes. It’s one of the many reasons they are my favourite. Did you know you have a deliciously tight ass?” Mark questioned as he continued to drive me insane, slowly corkscrewing his entire index finger into my ass.
I tried to focus on Mark’s question rather than the delicious feelings he was providing. “I had an idea, as the first attempts at pegging weren’t perfect. But now I know how to breathe and accept visitors, and I have quickly become a big fan. Any guy who hasn’t felt this is missing out, regardless of orientation.”