Mark and Barry Ch. 05

It felt good to surrender, and power through the agonizing desire. The intimate touch was stimulating him, stiffening his dick, giving him twitches. Welcoming the lust gave him back his control, Mark realized. He felt safer. More masculine. Sexy. Powerful. Secure.

He laid passively on his floor, breathing hard and making soft noises, but unmoving, as his hunky friend turned him on by caressing him all over. He felt stronger and more like a man than he had in a long while.

"I'm gonna touch your dick now," said Barry.

"OK," weakly, was all Mark could say. The massage felt like it had gone on for hours.

Barry hovered his hands over the penis that stood ready. Mark could feel the heat from his hands, an inch away.

Gently, one hand closed around his loose, warm balls, while the other took a loose grip at the base of his shaft.

They held there for a moment. Mark eased his held breath out slowly.

The one hand held the loose skin firm, while the other slowly slid up his shaft, wetting it with just a bit of oil. At the tip, Barry gently twisted his fist and slowly slid it back down to his pubis.

Mark's breath exploded out of him. "Fuck! Ah! Damn, that feels good."

Barry didn't do it again, not at first. Mark's slim cock was so long that he could slide his whole fist up and down a few inches, right at the base of his shaft, skin taut, without touching the sensitive skin at the tip. He kept his grip on Mark's balls, stretching the skin, as he did just that, over and over. Never touching the sensitive parts at the tip. Just jacking those long inches of his shaft.

Mark felt like he was getting not a handjob but a dick massage. Sure, it felt good, like when Barry was rubbing his shoulders or his back. But to cum, he'd need those hands jacking the head of his dick too.

An inch away. Oh God. So close.

Through a haze of arousal, he recognized that he'd never had the bottom part of his dick stroked in this way before. Not by someone else. A whole part of his body that had never been erotically touched in this way.

He surrendered to whatever Barry wanted to do. Barry would stimulate him however he wanted, and that was fine. It was fine. It all felt really good. He'd cum whenever it happened. Oh God, it was going to be good. He closed his eyes. His belly was twitching and his ass was clenching. His swollen purple cock-head and the reddened, hot skin just under it, stuck up into the air, lonely, and aching to sink deep into a pussy. Yet he enjoyed, just enjoyed, the sensation of a man's hand stroking only his shaft.

He found himself tensing, and rocking his hips. He stretched his legs and rolled side-to-side just a little. He lifted a hand, laid it on Barry's hip, and gave him a loving squeeze.

Barry squeezed and stroked his balls, and jacked just the shaft, for a nice long time. He ran his fingers lightly over the head every once in a while, then got back to the firm grip on the base. His own cock, hard, ignored, stuck straight out between his spread, kneeling thighs. The only sounds were the two boys breathing hard, the gentle squishing noise of hands squeezing oily flesh, and -- from Mark -- soft "mmm"s.

When he thought that was enough, Barry leaned forward, and slipped the slim penis through his lips.

Mark made a noise like "Whaa-- aah!", his eyes snapping open. His hips, unbidden, thrust up hard.

Barry had a fist firmly squeezing the hairy base of Mark's dick, as he gently kissed and licked its bald, bulging head. He passed his lips around it and gave it a lick around and around. He suckled at it, while he slowly bobbed his head up and down.

"Uhhhhh," was Mark's weak comment. His gaze went glassy, his breathing shallow.

Barry let go his shaft and started playing with his balls, as he closed his mouth. Now only his lips and tongue gripped the boy's long prick as it slipped in and out. "Spread your legs more," he muttered around it. When Mark did, he slipped his fingers down that slippery, hairy chasm, stroking between his butt cheeks and rubbing back and forth across the nubby, tight asshole.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Fuck yeah. Ohhhh, fuck--"

Barry's other hand was rubbing Mark from groin to neck, from butt cheek to the inside of his knee. It was a tight, college body. It was well-muscled, smooth, clean, and oiled. He gave a nipple a slippery pinch now and then, but mostly, he just touched Mark, anywhere and everywhere.

"How's that oil taste?" Mark asked, catching his breath. He was trying to play it cool, as the hot mouth sucked up and down. Barry didn't bother to answer. It didn't have much of a taste, and all he could smell was the soapy-clean, but sweaty and musky odor of a college boy's balls.

When he stretched out and laid on his side, he grabbed Mark's butt cheek and pulled it toward him, turning Mark on his side while he kept his cock in his mouth. At first he didn't say anything. But Mark couldn't help but notice Barry's plump cock, sticking out from his groin like a stump, smeared and dripping with his pre-cum. It was right in front of his face.

Smelled salty. Sweaty. More.

When he hesitated, Barry lifted his head. "Go ahead. It's good, you'll see."

Mark wasn't thinking straight. He felt cool air and warm breath on his wetted cock. "Ahhh, shouldn't we wait? I mean..."

Barry traced up and down with one finger, idly exploring a fleshy ridge. "I want us both sucking at once. I wanna see what it's like. It's just cum. It's just a dick. You can put it in your mouth. It won't hurt you."

Mark was on the verge of sucking it anyway, and the teasing on his shaft was all the persuasion he needed. Guiding it with one hand, he leaned forward, opened wide, and took his first mouthful of cock.

"Oh, yeah. That's right. Now suck on it. Yeah, that's right." Barry's deep voice encouraged him as Mark stretched his jaw wide to fit it in. His tongue was pressed up against the bulky, sticky head he was cramming into his mouth. He couldn't help but lick the smooth, flat crown of the tip.

Barry bent his knee and lifted his leg, opening himself up for the younger man. His voice grew husky. "Play with my asshole. Get it oily,"

Mark felt himself rolling and flexing his body, aching for touch, seeking it, as Barry teased his cock. If there was a thought in his mind, it was "let's really do this." Horny and willing, Mark reached up and around Barry's hip, grabbing his ass and pushing his fingers blindly into its warm, soft center. He pushed his mouth deeper onto Barry's fat cock while pulling the larger man's hips into him.

The stiff stump crammed into his wide-open mouth, and he groaned, mouth so full, mouth filled with hot flesh, tasting sticky semen.

His fingers found Barry's anus. Their mouths still sucking each other's cocks, Barry handed him the open bottle of oil, and Mark smeared some into Barry's ass crack. As his probing fingers found Barry's tight hole, the senior groaned. Mark's cock slipped out of his mouth. "Fuck!" Barry said, and stiffened his legs, moaning.

Barry had held himself tightly in control until now. But when that middle finger started pushing at his ass, while that hot, wet mouth sucked so eagerly at his cock, he started to lose it.

"Oh fuck yeah," Barry grunted. "Keep going. Fuck. Ease into me. Yeah. Oh. Oh fuck."

Mark's steel-stiff cock bobbed free now. Barry was overwhelmed with the hot energy from Mark's wet mouth and slippery hands. His whole body was jerking in small spasming bursts. His hips humped Mark's mouth, helplessly.

Plus, he knew Mark was close to cumming -- he'd felt Mark's prick twitch, felt his balls rise -- and he wanted the pleasure to go on. It was his turn to be pleasured now. He'd stretch it out.

The boys gripped each other around the waist, fingers probing asses. Holding each other, mouth to groin, they thrust and rolled back and forth in a friendly but desperate tug-of-war.

Barry, legs spread, dropped his foot to the ground and lifted his hips an inch into the air, holding his cock in position for Mark to give it a good sucking.

Mark, intensely hot and horny, pushed his freed erection against Barry's face, begging wordlessly for more pleasure. Instead, Barry took a finger and gently but firmly pushed it against Mark's asshole.

"Mmmm!" Mark moaned, protesting.

"Suck me harder!" said Barry. "Fuck that ass!" he grunted, feeling Mark's long finger worming most of the way up his butt. He'd felt that stabbing, filling ache from Mark's finger before. It felt good now. It was a poker of pleasurable fire gripping and skewering him. He wanted Mark to feel the same.

"Shit -- fuck -- yeah -- I'm gonna finger your ass now," Barry panted, and that was all the warning Mark got. He pushed and wiggled, holding onto Mark's waist as the younger man twisted. A moment later, one knuckle slipped into Mark's virgin asshole. Mouth full of cock, the sophomore moaned loud and long as Barry's finger pushed and pulled at his anus.

Both boys knew how to finger a girl's wet pussy. Now they were fingering a boy's oily ass.

Mark was frantic, feeling like he might cum any second, though his dick was still being ignored while his ass got painfully stretched. He moaned and pulled Barry into his mouth, hard. Why the sudden need to suck? He didn't know. He licked his tongue all over everything it could reach, greedy, fast. His lips squeezed and stroked up and down that bulbous cock as his middle finger slid in and out of Barry's lubricated ass. He tasted Barry's pre-cum, a fecund ocean flowing and spilling with his spit past his lips.

That fat fist of a cock pushed in and out of his mouth. Mark pushed back with his glistening, slippery tongue, his ache for pleasure driving him somehow to a lust he had never imagined.

Barry's breath came in gasps. Suddenly -- he was there. Oh shit. Too much. Too much all at once.

He planted his foot and lifted his hips half-over Mark's head, thrusting, pushing. It wasn't Mark's mouth anymore, it was just warm, wet pleasure. He pushed, downward, forcing himself in, fucking Mark's mouth like a pussy. Yelps of "oh," "ah" rose up out of him, building as his orgasm built.

Oblivious, lost, he humped like an animal. His ass clenched. He pushed deep, hard.

Oh fuck -- so soon -- he was cumming --

Oh Mark, he thought. He diddled Mark's oily ass like he was fingering a girl. Eyes squeezed shut, head bent, he felt Mark's poor horny prick pressing against his cheek. And Mark's finger, fucking him -- all the way out -- fuck, all the way back in -- out -- in -- stretching his poor virgin ass.

Mark groaned, pinned, choked, as big, masculine Barry fucked his mouth.

Fuck -- cumming -- can't stop -- hot and slippery up his ass, hot and slippery jammed on his cock --

"Uhhhh!" Barry shouted, frozen as the cum rushed through him.

A sea of hot liquid flooded Mark's throat. Yanking his head back, he felt Barry's pulsing cock slide out of his mouth, popping up. An explosion of thick cum came with it. Barry, crying out, pushed his shaft into Mark's chin and shot another hot jet onto Mark's neck and chest.

Mark tried to swallow and felt most of the salty, thick cum spill onto his cheek. He slid his finger out of Barry's ass as the senior bucked his hips, thrusting his sloppy, still-cumming cock again into his face. A spurt onto his other cheek.

"Ahhhhhh!" Barry cried, rubbing his pleasured dick on Mark's cheek and shoulder. Release. Sweet joy.

Mark didn't care -- he needed to cum. So close. Now Barry would suck him off, he knew, and that was all he could think of. He'd been teased enough. His balls were full and tight. He moaned, and his body twisted. Barry had relaxed, and now was idly, gently fingering his sore, slippery asshole. So close --

Barry rolled away, onto his back, releasing his grip. Mark's cock, so hard, so close, hanging mid-air, begging --

Mark breathed hard, waiting. With the back of his hand, he wiped some of the cum off his mouth.

"Oh God. Holy fuck," said Barry, still panting, little moans escaping him.

"C'mon man," said Mark. The boys looked at each other across a landscape of spattered cum. "C'mon, I need this. Don't stop --"

They heard a noise.

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It was a grown-girl crush, and she was a grown girl now.

She'd decided on the red strapless dress. Its long, tight shape made her look taller. Made her boobs look even bigger. It fell to mid-thigh, just barely a respectable cocktail dress, its hem flirting with slutty just enough for what she wanted. Matching red heels, a classy look in a daring color.

She took a deep breath as she approached Mark's door. It'd been a great night, a long-awaited show, and she knew they were both glowing with success. He'd be happy and content. They had a lot in common. She could start by talking about the afterparty, and she knew before long he would notice how she was dressed, and realize what she wanted.

She knew he didn't have a girlfriend.

She was pretty sure anyway...

A noise from behind the door. Mark must have the TV on. She was about to knock, then tested the handle -- it was unlocked. Time to be daring, she thought. She wanted to see the surprise on his face when his hot friend Sherry walked in for a night of crazy fucking.

She pushed the door open and walked in, to a crazy scramble of undressed guys.

Confused at first, Sherry didn't sort out what she was seeing until Mark had stood and grabbed a pillow from the couch to put over his crotch. Barry, on the floor, just sat up and looked at her.

Mark and Barry -- both naked. What was going on?

It only took a moment before she realized what the smell was, and what Mark was smearing as he tried to wipe his face with his arm.

She froze in the open door, staring.

"Oh my gosh!" said Sherry. "Oh my gosh!"