“The feel of another man’s hand against your cock,” Don continued.
“Yes,” Mark repeated.
“It makes you hard,” Don said, again stating the obvious.
This time Mark merely grunted in agreement.
“You want me to suck it, don’t you?” Don asked as he tightened his grip on Mark’s hardness.
“Yes, please,” Mark implored.
“What else do you want me to do?” Don asked, taking a moment to kiss the smaller man again.
Mark was unsure how to answer that. He knew what Don was asking, but he didn’t think he could say the words.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” Don said, saying them for him.
“Yes,” Mark said in an almost imperceptible voice.
“Yes, what?” Don inquired loudly.
“Yes, I want you to fuck me!” Mark called out in a much louder tone.
“Good, because I really want to fuck you,” Don said with a smile, “I thought that as soon as you sat down in the lounge. You’re just so damn cute.”
Despite having been told that by a number of women, hearing it from another man made Mark blush. That and his admission of desires he’d never voiced out loud before.
“But, before we get started, why don’t you take a moment to clean up?” Don suggested.
Mark was about to point out that he’d taken a shower only an hour before, but Don seemed insistent. So, acceding to the older man’s request, he headed in the direction of the bathroom.
It wasn’t until he turned on the bathroom light that Mark understood. Sitting on the countertop was a boxed preparation, similar to one he’d had to use before his company physical last year. Its function was clear enough, and one he hadn’t had the foresight or experience to consider. Thankfully Don had both.
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Now clean in every way he could be, Mark considered exiting the bathroom nude, but then decided having Don undress him would be more fun. From the look on the older man’s face when he stepped back into the outer room, it was clear he appreciated Mark putting his clothes back on. Don himself had redone his robe, this time securing its belt tightly.
They shared another kiss, and then, after taking a half step back, Don gripped Mark’s top and, pulling it upward, lifted it over his head. The chest beneath was smaller than his, with much less hair. In fact, due to the light color of what there was, it almost appeared bare. Still, Don ran a hand across it, tweaking the small but erect nipples before leaning low enough to also plant a kiss on each.
Again, following the more experienced man’s lead, Mark ran an extended hand back and forth through the salt and pepper fur that covered Don’s chest, rubbing the tips of his fingers over the thick nipples before replacing their touch with that of his lips.
“Yes, use your tongue, just like that,” Don said as he leaned his head back and enjoyed the wet caress.
With his other hand now inside Don’s robe, Mark ran its fingers up and down the length of his manhood, impressed with its resilience as it seemed already semi-hard once more. Part of him still couldn’t believe he was doing this, but it was a thought quickly fading. They shared another kiss, the caress of each other’s lips now coming as perfectly natural.
“Let’s see what you’ve got for me,” Don whispered into Mark’s ear as their mouths parted.
After undoing the buckle of Mark’s belt, then the metal snap and zipper beneath it, Don dropped to his knees. It took little effort to pull down, first the dark jeans, then the white briefs under them. Neither fell far before the taller man turned his attention to the hardened manhood standing at attention.
Decades of practice allowed Don to accurately assess a cock before he’d actually seen it, and as Mark’s hardness came into view, he was pleased to see he hadn’t lost his touch. Slightly longer and wider than his own, it was framed by a bush of light blond hair, thick enough to partially obscure the balls beneath.
report Rising to his feet, Don took hold of Mark’s cock and pressed it against his own, wrapping his fingers around both as he moved his hand back and forth. Another flurry of kisses followed as the older man pressed the younger down onto the bed, following Mark’s body with his own. Then, after one last deep kiss, Don began to work his way down across Mark’s chest, leaving a trail of wet kisses and licks as he neared his prize.
Closing his lips around the head of Mark’s cock, Don drew it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the underside of the sensitive flesh before drawing the rest of its length in as well. Mark let out a loud moan of delight as the wetness of Don’s mouth engulfed him. It was hardly the twenty-three year old’s first blow job, but the thought that it was unlike any that had come before created an excitement that made it special. Not to mention the fact that Don certainly knew what he was doing.
As Don slid Mark’s hardness in and out of his mouth, his thoughts drifted back for a few moments to his own. It had been nearly three decades before when, serving in Germany after the war, he discovered many Europeans held a much more liberal view of such things — provided, of course, one exercised the appropriate discretion. The man’s name had been Jean Paul, part of the French contribution to the Army of Occupation. Only a year older than Don, he had opened up a new world to the then twenty year old, one that had continued to expand even after he’d returned home to the States.
Placing his other hand on Mark’s ass, caressing his cheeks even as the other continued to do the same to his balls, Don bobbed his head up and down on Mark’s cock, swallowing its full length with practiced precision. The movement of his tongue was what Mark could only describe as magical, bringing pleasures more intense than anything he ever felt before.
Such was Don’s skill that it wasn’t long before Mark felt a familiar sensation surge through his body, heralding an impending climax. Don seemed to realize it as well as, not only did he increase his efforts, but his grip on the smaller man, burying Mark’s cock even deeper in his mouth.
“Oh… my… God!” Mark gasped as he felt himself erupt with an almost frightening intensity.
Unlike his neophyte lover, Don handled the bursts of white nectar exploding into his mouth with an almost casual ease, using his tongue in a way that he didn’t appear to spill so much as a wayward drop. He kept his lips wrapped tightly around Mark’s cock until it was totally spent, and only then released his grip and allowed it to slide free.
“That was fuckin’ amazing,” Mark said as, feeling unsteady as he sat up, he reached out to balance himself with a hand against the headboard.
“Are you okay?” Don asked, taking note of the younger man’s unsteadiness.
“Yeah, just let me catch my breath,” Mark replied, adding a long moment later, “I do think I could use that drink now, though.”
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As Don poured each of them a scotch from the bottle he had brought back to the room earlier, Mark used the pause to remove what clothing he had left. After handing the younger man a plastic cup from the bathroom, the older tossed aside his robe as well. Then, with their drink downed and both now fully naked, they again dropped down onto the bed.