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Mark and Me
Spring and summer came late this year. While we had beautiful warm, dry days, nighttime lows would get into the upper teens. It was strange to wake up chilly, be warm in an hour, hot by midday, and cool by late afternoon. I didn't mind coming home to a chilly house when I got off work, but I didn't often have to do that. Mark would typically come in for his coffee at six and, if I was working quietly, ask if I wanted to come over for the night. Ten might have been a little late for an early riser like Mark, but I was just getting my second wind by that point, an asset Mark probably enjoyed. By June, he had adjusted his start time for him and the crew an hour later.
Our sexual escapades had gotten a lot steamier. While I thoroughly enjoyed our first time together, sex with him was becoming a lot of fun and very regular. Mark wasn't at all effeminate, but he sure loved taking me and my loads. We never talked about the future, and we never discussed our status. We simply enjoyed having lots of good sex and sometimes hanging out together. I felt years younger sleeping over at his place, and he was in a better mood when I saw him come in for his coffee. Still the straight guy in public, he never gave away that we were up to anything, although he talked a little more and always nodded if I asked under my breath, "Tonight?" There were times I wondered why I had a house of my own. I rarely slept there anymore and was glad I had nothing to hold me there like a pet, wife, or child.
Weekends were a particularly fun time to spend with Mark. Neither of us was an alcoholic, but after making me a good breakfast, we began drinking, pacing ourselves, and doing some outdoor work together. He was perfectly capable and probably didn't even need my help, but I was glad it freed up some time for him so we could have sex. There are times when you first get together with someone that the sex is so frequent that it seems that's all you have time for. I was glad that we did more together than just that. And I was happy I had a willing partner and a good buddy to have fun with.
One Saturday afternoon in June, after finishing some work on the gutters and a few beers, Mark stripped down and jumped into the pool. In real life, you rarely get glimpses of what you see in TV commercials or magazine ads, but the sight of a muscular, tight man diving naked into a pool stirred me. The sun was shining just right, the water looked so clear, and he absolutely looked like a model at the angle he jumped in. I quickly got undressed and jumped into the pool. I swam underwater and came up next to him. After I shook the excess water from my hair, he reached over, grabbed my waist, and pulled me next to him, planting a big kiss on my lips. I grabbed his hips and pulled him closer to me, our cocks instantly stirring despite the cold water shrinkage in our balls.
"Why don't you go over to the edge and show me that hole that belongs to me," I said, not quite knowing where my possessiveness came from.
Mark looked at me, raised an eyebrow, and kissed me again. Then he quickly broke the kiss, swam to the side of the pool, and promptly leaned over the edge, exposing his hairy hole. The sunlight was gleaming off the water, and his ass looked particularly inviting. I bent down and started eating him out. This would have been a first in our sexual repertoire. I knew he was clear down there, and any really sweaty stuff would have come off in the pool by now. Mark groaned as I began putting my tongue into his hairy pucker. I was unrelenting in giving him a thorough rim job. We didn't have lube, so I needed to get him prepped for me. I put my hands firmly on his waist and held him still as I licked, tongued, and slurped at his hole. Within minutes, he was gasping and begging me to fuck him. I spread his ass cheeks and put my raging cock at his hole.
"Fuck me," Mark demanded with a low groan. He didn't wait for me to comply; he simply slid himself backward and impaled himself onto my steel-hard cock. I was shocked but not surprised. Since we had been having sex, he never hesitated to take me; he never said no, and he never asked me to slow down.
In our sexual antics, we had tried every position imaginable, but the pool was a new one for us. He grabbed the edge of the wall and firmly planted one foot just inches in front of the other to stay steady. I grabbed his hips and began to nail him in earnest. I could see the muscles of his back taut from gripping the side of the pool keeping himself steady to be sure I didn't miss a stroke. My rim job had prepped him pretty nicely, and within a few minutes, he was wet inside from the steady stream of precum I was laying in him. He was grunting with pleasure and egging me on.
"Give me your nut, buddy. C'mon, fill that hole; I'm going carry your load all day," Mark coached me.
He had me nearly hypnotized with his dirty talk, and I could feel my load building. I dug in my fingers to his waist and began long dicking him. He was slick inside, and I could see his back muscles twitch.
"Your ass belongs to me! You're going to carry my load because you know you belong to me," I snapped back.
He groaned and threw his head back, and his muscles became very tense, and I heard him cry out. He was coming hands-free. As he began his first shot into the water, my inner thighs started tingling, my nuts began churning, and I could feel a violent orgasm coming through my cock. I exploded in Mark's ass, and simultaneously, he began clamping down on me from the intensity of his own orgasm. I leaned forward while still maintaining my death grip on his waist and kissed him on his neck. He cried out one last time, and then, as we subsided, I could see him tremble in front of me. He was shaking. Actually, he was sobbing.
I stopped moving, loosened my grip on him, and gently pulled out.
"Mark, what's wrong?" I asked. I was genuinely concerned that I had somehow hurt him.
He turned around and sat on the pool's edge, shaking his head, tears running down his face. He took a deep breath, smiled, and cleared his throat.
"Nothing, except how did you do that? How did you get me to come without even touching me?"
"I didn't do anything except what I always do: You came," I said, grabbing his shoulder.
"I've never done that before; I've never come without touching myself. That was intense," he said and reached out to hug me, "Sorry, I got to acting like a pussy."
I laughed and squeezed him back hard. "It had to feel pretty good if it brought you to tears," I said.
He laughed, "It felt great; I still think you had something to do with it."
"Let's go to dinner tonight," Mark said later in the day, "I feel like celebrating."
After he dressed, we drove to my house so I could change. I never had more than a toothbrush at his place. I could fit his clothes, but I didn't feel like we were at that point, so I promised that I wouldn't be any longer than 15 minutes to be ready to head out the door. I lived in a much smaller home in town, and he came in with me. Like Mark, I'm pretty spartan in my decorating, and he sat down at the edge of my bed while I changed. I slipped out of my shorts and underwear, and I could see him grabbing at his crotch. I smiled.
"You know, I didn't make reservations anywhere; we aren't going to be late," he grinned at me mischievously.
I started laughing, thinking where I knew where this was heading. He slipped out of his jeans, and his underwear was on the floor in seconds. He scooted to the pillows on my bed and lifted and opened his legs. No shame now. He smirked at me, defying me for a decline. I could see his hairy hole. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my bottle of lube.
"Don't, you won't need it," he chuckled, "I want your sexy body on top of me and you pounding me as hard as you want with your big dick."
I needed no more coaxing, not that I did before that anyhow. I got up on the bed, grabbed Mark's ankles, and slid into his waiting hole. He was right. He didn't need lubed up, which was good for him. I immediately began pounding out his hot hole, bouncing him around the bed like it was our first time. He grunted and groaned and stayed with me as I thoroughly fucked him, crying out sometimes, closing his eyes sometimes, and keeping his hands rubbing my lower belly or holding my hips.
"What the fuck, Steve, what are you doing to me?" he managed to pant out between thrusts.
I could see his body contorting, his face tightening up, and his abs contracting. He had goosebumps running all over his body.
"Keep hitting it, buddy, I'm going to come any second. Don't stop for anything right now. Keep plowing me," he growled hoarsely.
His face turned flush, and within seconds, he was spurting load all over himself hands-free again. Not to miss a beat, and knowing he was close, I began my final hard thrusts, pumping a load into him that would have knocked him up if he was a woman.
"Gawd damn," he howled as the final spurts came from him.
I was spent, he was spent, and I rolled over next to him on the bed and put my hand under the back of his head. He looked over at me with questioning eyes.
"That was all you, stud," I said, "I might have helped get you there, but that was all you."
"You don't get it, do you?" Mark replied, grinning, "You took me there; it was because of you that I could."
I lay there a minute, not knowing how to respond.
"You said today my hole belongs to you," Mark said softly. "Remember that?"
"I do," I smiled.
"Well, for the past month or so, I've been thinking that I want to belong to you." He looked downwards, a bit ashamed. It was a heartfelt confession, and I knew it took courage to say it out loud.
For someone who had spent a career having a quick comeback for employees or customers, I was stumped. I reached over gently and put my hand on his heart. He was trembling slightly.
"Look at me," I whispered.
He looked up at me, smiling weakly. I could tell he wasn't sure what I was about to say, and he was vulnerable. I don't think, where he was in life, he was ever in that position much.
"I. . .I. . .I just want to know what that means, what you've been thinking," I stammered for probably the first time in my adult life.
His smile broadened, "Cat got your tongue?" His eyes twinkled, "I want to see you and only you. You know I haven't seen anyone else since we met. I want to go to bed and wake up with you every day. I want you around all the time."
I rolled over back on top of him and had he said anything else, we would have been going for round two. I smiled at him.
"I'd like that! I'd like to be around you all the time." I kissed him gently but passionately. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and I could hear him hum as we kissed.
I looked at his face as we broke, and I could see him smiling, with a tear at the edge of his eye, ready to fall to the pillow. I reached up with my thumb and tenderly touched it dry.
"Only happy times, now. I'm yours, and you belong to me," I said, beaming at him.
"I love you," he sighed.
We went to dinner at an old local favorite that served mainly pasta dishes and beer. One thing about this town is that it has its share of chain restaurants and new Chinese places popping up and disappearing here and there. Still, the people who grew up here would always patronize the locals who had been in town for nearly 80 years. It was a way of life insulated from the outside world. Pittsburgh was only 30 miles away, but Friday or Saturday night was for eating in town. Cell phones and the internet may have arrived decades ago with all its flashy new things that got attention and then disappeared like a faint memory. The staples - good food, locally owned grocery stores, and the carpetbaggers who appeared in the 90s received their regular attention, which left the chains and out-of-town corporate places to take care of the overflow or the newcomers that didn't know how things were done here.
Mark was well-known enough around town that a few people stopped by to say hello. I smiled as I watched this shy butch man talk to people he had done work for in the past. He was genuine, quiet, reserved, and gracious with them. He introduced me to a few as his 'good buddy.' I was OK with that because while it was 2023, attitudes remained firmly planted in the 70s and 80s. I was fully aware of where we were, and while most people had heard of being woke, they weren't participating. Not that I expected them to or even wanted them to do so. Even good progress changes things forever, and only sometimes in a good way.
Mark held my hand on the way home. We chatted about dinner, some of the people who stopped by to talk, and what he wanted to do tomorrow since it would be another lovely day. Not that Mark was ever in a bad mood, but the change I saw in him since we had been dating was noticeable and thrilled me. I liked him before, but I started to feel that I was also falling in love with him. We went to bed that night with me holding him snuggled up beside me, enjoying being spooned.
One morning in early August, we were waking up after having been out for dinner the night before.
"I love you," I whispered in his ear.
"I love you. You have me really horny this morning laying up next to you. You feel so good, and I need it bad," he whispered.
Never have I needed to be asked twice; I grabbed the lube from the nightstand, quickly rubbed some on me, and then slid my middle finger into Mark. He groaned. I turned onto my side to better enter him, and without much ado, I slipped into him solidly. He groaned again. I grabbed his hip and held onto him for dear life. I was sliding in powerfully at a good, steady pace. I grabbed the hair at his neck, pulled on it tightly, and grunted as I plowed him from behind. Mark was howling and cursing as I pummeled his ass.
"There you go again with that magic dick of yours, I hope you're ready to bust soon. You fucking stud. Gawd, I'm staying on the edge, hoping you can come quick."
I felt my cock swelling, and while it wasn't necessarily difficult, I was tighter inside him. I knew we were working on pure lubricant and precum, allowing me to keep moving. I groaned deeply and said, "It's all yours, baby," as I let loose a guttural screech, filling him with the contents of my balls. He cried out as he shot across the edge of the bed, onto the floor and spilling seed everywhere. I stayed in him until I slipped out, deflated.
As we caught our breath, Mark started laughing.
"You can wash the sheets today," he chuckled, "they're a wreck."
"No problem, stud. I love you."
Mark rolled over and faced me as our breathing had returned to normal.
"I love you. I belong to you, but I, er, uhm," he started. He took a deep breath and swallowed.
"I want to formally, legally belong to you. Will you marry me?"
I don't know if it was the sincerity with which he said it or if it was after-sex bliss, but I burst out in tears.
"Whoa, Steve. It's OK. You know I love you, and I haven't been this happy in a long time. You make me feel right. We've got the living together part down, but I know that if there's anything I couldn't do right now, it's living without you. You've become my everything, my reason for wanting to wake up. I'm complete with you, and I've never felt that before for anyone." He tried to wipe away my tears.
I sniffed and pulled him close, kissing him on his neck and shoulder.
"When I first met you, I pictured some fun. I never planned on falling in love with you, but I did. You know I wouldn't want to live without you, either. I love you!"
I kissed him deeply. Yes, we had just had mind-blowing sex, like usual, but this kiss felt different. It felt more profound and more meaningful. The tears had evaporated.
"Yes, I'll marry you!"