Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The fourth installment of the Golden Memories series; this story continues from the morning after part three, as such all the same author’s commentary from that story applies (work of fiction, etc), with the caveat that, unlike it’s predecessor, this story will contain watersports play. If you can’t get into that particular fetish then this story may not be for you.

*****

My eyes flickered open to the dull light of the morning working its way through the closed venetian blinds. It was either very early, or clouds had rolled in overnight. I hoped for the latter; maybe the heat wave would finally break. I was still snuggled up to Mark’s chest, his bulging pectoral had made a very nice pillow as neither of us seemed to have moved an inch during the night. Cuddling closer, I noticed my morning erection pressing against this thick thigh, making me smile. I needed to go to the washroom but I did not want to leave the warm comfort of Mark and his bed. I laid there contently for a while, thinking about the unbelievable love making we had shared the night before and just enjoying where I was at that place and time, but eventually nature won out. I gently rolled out of bed, trying not to disturb my lover, and looked for an alarm clock. Nearly eight o’clock. Good, it was clouds then.

I closed the bathroom door behind me quietly and did my business, then I brushed my teeth with a travel kit I had brought in my bag. Back in the bedroom I slipped on a fresh pair of my trademark black hip briefs and pulled a tight black undershirt from my bag, donning that as well. Quietly I collected my pack of cigarettes, the ashtray, and my empty whiskey glass and went downstairs to the kitchen, on the hunt for coffee. Mark had one of those fancy, single-cup coffee machines with the pods on his counter. I found a mug in a cabinet near the sink and figured the machine out in short order. My pants were where I’d left them in the living room the night before and I pulled them on, thinking I’d have a smoke with my coffee out on the deck.

Stepping outside I pulled out a chair and sat down at the table, lighting a cigarette. Just past the awning a fine misting of rain fell from the cloudy sky and it was indeed cooler than it had been days previous. I sat quietly, sipping on my coffee and puffing my smoke, enjoying the tolerable weather for a change. I thought of Mark upstairs sleeping and I was glad I accepted his offer to come spend the weekend. He was very easy to get along with and oh my god the sex! He’d touched me in ways no one ever had, and I don’t just mean his monster cock being ten inches inside me either, though, that didn’t hurt. I was getting myself worked up again, and I thought of the gangbang I had given the greenlight to yesterday, exciting me even more. I was still nervous about the idea, but I was also looking forward to it with eager anticipation. All hot and bothered now, I decided to go back upstairs and wake Mark up with a nice surprise if he hadn’t woken up already. I finished my coffee, stubbed out my smoke, and headed back inside.

Sure enough Mark was just as I had left him, asleep on his back in the middle of the bed. I unbuckled my belt and let my pants fall to the floor, stepping out of them and stripping the rest of my clothes off before crawling onto the bed. The thin sheet we had slept under was draped over him from the waist down and I pulled it off slowly, inch by inch revealing my prize. I don’t think it mattered how many times I could see it; his huge cock was a shocking monument of masculinity. Even flaccid it was thick and heavy looking. I slid between his legs, drawing nearer to his manhood until I was face to face with the puckered opening of his foreskin.

With one hand I lifted him to my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head, slipping my tongue inside the foreskin and swirling it around in slow circles, savoring the taste and smell of his sex. I gently sucked on him, working him over with my mouth until he began to engorge. His cock was so big flaccid it didn’t really grow much when he got hard, but it inflated somewhat, growing dense and heavy, warming as the blood flowed into it. I really got off on feeling a soft cock harden in my mouth, my own stiffening cock pinned beneath me was a living testament to my arousal. I looked up at him to see if he was reacting but no, not yet, he was still fast asleep. I bobbed up and down on his firm dick, stroking his shaft gently with one hand and massaging his big, smooth balls with the other. After a few minutes I began to taste the sweet flavor of his precum leaking into my mouth, driving my desire for him through the roof. Finally, Mark awoke with a grunt of surprise as I sucked enthusiastically on his member. I looked up at him with a smile in my eyes and he chuckled, reaching down to caress the back of my head.

“Good morning.” He said with a gentle moan.

“Morning!” I said cheerily, popping of his cock just long enough to reply before hungrily diving back down.

Mark illegal bahis laid his head back down on the pillow as I blew him greedily, stopping occasionally to rub my face against his balls and give them a good tongue bath. I was so into his cock right at that moment, kissing, licking and nuzzling all over his entire manhood. I loved feeling his warm, smooth skin all over my face.

“Baby this feels amazing, but I really got to take a piss.” Mark said regretfully, propping his head up with one arm.

“Okay.” I replied, sucking his head back into my mouth.

“Okay what? You gotta stop.” He laughed.

“Just go.” I answered, pushing forward on his dick again, giving the head a swirl with my tongue.

“Just go? Right now?” He said, a dubious tone in his voice.

“Hmm-mhm.” I nodded, not even bothering to come off his dick.

“You’re not going to make a mess?”

I just shook my head, keeping him inside my mouth. I was so excited for this! Mark sighed and I felt him relax, and a long few seconds later I felt his hot piss begin to flow into my mouth. He tasted concentrated, stronger than I prefer, but I expected as much first thing in the morning and it turned me on just the same. Staring into his eyes as he watched me, I wanting him to know I was thankful for his gift to me. I lapped at his slit, lips sealed around his cock as he filled my mouth, slowly at first but quickly picking up steam. I gulped down mouthful after mouthful of his potent urine, swallowing just as fast as he could fill my mouth. I consumed so much of his water I was starting to feel full, but I was kind of committed now. Besides, I adored swallowing his piss and it turned me on even more knowing that I couldn’t stop if I wanted to; I would have to take it all.

“So fucking hot baby.” Mark growled, looking down at me.

I didn’t miss a drop, swallowing everything he had to give me, until the stream finally tapered off and stopped flowing. Only then did I break eye contact as I went right back to hungrily servicing him without missing a beat, bobbing up and down on his still erect member. Mark moaned and laid his head back down, relaxing while I sucked him. His vocalizations of pleasure made me happy, every moan encouraging me as I blew him enthusiastically. Soon the stream of precum had resumed, delighting me with a new flavor to bask in while I worshipped him with utter devotion. I was so engrossed in what I was doing I’d lost any sense of time, existing only in the moment as I serviced my lover with total abandon.

As Mark’s breathing grew shallower and he began to tense a little, I knew he would soon explode in my mouth. I stroked his shaft rapidly while I bobbed on his glans, feeling his foreskin slide back and forth with my lips. He began to pant before he tensed up and groaned mightily, a thick jet of cum splashed against my tongue and coated my mouth, filling me with glee. He tasted amazing as always, thick and salty, as he pumped squirt after squirt into my mouth. I swallowed a mouthful already but he just kept cumming, groaning loudly as his orgasm rumbled through him. I loved every part of eating his seed; the taste, the texture, the sensation of it splashing into my mouth, the feeling of his cock pulse with every thick rope he spurted… I’d never been with a man who came so much, but I loved that especially. When his orgasm subsided, I finally slowed down, but I wasn’t done until I was sure I’d sucked every last drop out of his balls.

“Wow.” Mark moaned.

“Hmm.” I replied with a smile. I crawled up next to him, planting a kiss on his cheek and snuggling up to his shoulder.

“That was… Wow.” He repeated.

“Told you I’d go right back to being a dirty slut.” I said playfully, biting my lower lip.

“You weren’t kidding.” He turned to kiss me, his tongue just barely parting my lips and grazing the tip of my own.

“I’m going to make us breakfast.” I said happily, sitting up on the edge of the bed, pulling my briefs and undershirt back on.

“You want help?” Mark asked, starting to get up with a groan.

“Please, all kitchens are the same. I got this. You take your time, come down when you’re ready.” I leaned down to kiss him on the cheek once more and turned to the door.

I wanted to cook for Mark. He made me feel happy and there was more than one way I could service him in return. I opened the fridge, on the hunt for breakfast foods. After a bit of snooping around I sniffed out bacon, eggs and breakfast sausage in the fridge and a bag of sliced bread in the freezer. I hesitated a moment, unsure what I should cook. I didn’t normally eat breakfast, but I considered Mark’s physique and shrugged, figuring I’d just cook it all. I found everything I needed easily enough; minor eccentricities aside all kitchens really are the same. I heard the shower start upstairs as I cooked, and I started the coffee machine again. By the time I heard Mark coming down the stairs I had whipped up two heaping plates illegal bahis siteleri of scrambled eggs, bacon and sausage, with a pile of toast on the side.

“God damn.” Mark said as he entered the kitchen, “I need to have you over more often.”

I smiled and handed him a steaming cup of coffee before sitting down at a barstool in front of my plate. We talked while we ate our breakfast, and I noticed the rain had picked up outside. When we were done, I tried to clean up, but Mark wouldn’t let me, he said I had done enough already. I made mention how much I liked the rain, looking out the sliding glass door to the backyard and he suggested I go outside and have a smoke. I started to go get my pants but he told me not to worry about it. I knew it was plenty warm enough so I took my coffee cup and went outside while he tidied up. After a while Mark came out to join me. He approached me from behind and started massaging my neck and shoulders, his powerful fingers dug deep trenches in my muscles making me moan softly.

“Listen,” he started, still massaging me firmly, “I got to pick up some supplies for the job I’m working on. You’re welcome to come, but you’d be better off staying here. It’ll be standing around a warehouse waiting until they get the order together and loaded up. Not very glamorous.”

“Hmm.” I moaned as he kneaded my shoulders. “As great as that sounds, I’m okay with staying here. You going now?”

“Naw, we’ll hang out for a bit.” He smiled down at me.

I lit another cigarette and watched the rain fall across the yard. The sound, I think, is what I liked most about the rain. It has a way of supplanting the other noises of the world and asserting itself as the defining quality of the atmosphere. I found it calming. Mark kept at it, mostly rubbing my neck and shoulders, though occasionally a hand would drift down inside my undershirt and massage my chest, stopping to playfully flick my nipples. I felt so good as his strong hands worked me over and by the time he was done I really felt loose and relaxed. After a while we went back inside and Mark headed off to run his errand.

I plopped down on the couch, reclining into the corner of the ‘L’ shape and flicked on the TV. I quickly became bored with the mindless selection of programming and got up to rifle through the bookshelf next to the TV. I found myself surprised at the collection he had, seeing books on politics, history, science, some by authors I knew well and some I’d never heard of. There were a healthy collection of fiction works as well; Mark seemed to like his spy-thrillers. I pulled something off the shelf about a USMC sniper and curled up on the couch to read it. It seemed like a good book and it passed the time quickly; I made a note of the title so I could pick up a copy. After a couple hours Mark came home, finding me there in my underwear, cigarette hanging from lips and my nose buried in the book.

“Look at you!” He said with a laugh. “I got us another case of beer; thought we might need it.”

I moved to get up but Mark insisted I stayed where I was. After a few minutes of clinking bottles around the fridge he came out to join me, handing me a beer and sitting beside me, putting an arm around my shoulder.

“Oh, that’s a good one.” He said, looking at the cover of the book I had been reading.

“Yeah, I’m gonna pick up a copy I think.” I replied.

“Why don’t you take that one?”

“No, I wouldn’t want to take your book.”

“It’s fine, I’ve read it twice. Besides, you can always give it back next time.”

Was he being presumptuous assuming there would be a next time? Who was I kidding, of course there would be a next time; Mark was really good to me and I liked being around him, to say nothing of the amazing sex we shared. We sat together for some time, him watching something on the TV, me leaning against his warm bulk reading the book as we drank our beers. I was content. We had already established an intimate familiarity and we were obviously very comfortable together; it was nice.

At some point we discussed when Mark should tell the guys to come over. I wanted to eat dinner either long before, or after the festivities; best to have an empty stomach for what I had in mind, I thought. We decided on an early dinner and have the guys over after ten o’clock. Mark said he could eat steak every day of the week, and I was inclined to agree, so dinner would be a repeat of last night. As he went to find his phone to send a message to the guys, I asked him to add in that I request they drink lots of water and no coffee a few hours before. Mark chuckled at this, but I knew coffee has an unpleasant effect of the taste of piss that I’d rather avoid if possible. This finalization of the plans made it suddenly real, and I began to feel apprehensive again.

“I’m a little nervous about this.” I shared, lighting another smoke.

“If you’re having second thoughts let me know, this is totally up to you.” He said earnestly.

“No, canlı bahis siteleri no. I want to do it. I really want to do it. I’m just nervous. Hell, I was nervous yesterday waiting to hang out with you, and I’d already met you.”

“I get it. I’m a little unsure myself, I have to work with these guys again!” He said with a laugh.

“Oh yeah…” I really hadn’t considered much how this could be awkward for Mark as well. That encouraged me some; we were in this together really.

“You know I’m going to take good care of you though, right?” He asked.

I really did. I trusted him. He was gentle and respectful with me, except of course he knew when he could be rough as well. That went a long way to soothing my anxieties, I wasn’t on my own; I had someone who cared about me there with me. I smiled and leaned up to kiss him softly on the mouth, teasing the tip of his tongue with mine before snuggling against him. I don’t know how much time we spent just sitting together in cozy intimacy, but I had read several chapters into the book. Eventually I got up to use the bathroom and went to the kitchen to grab us a couple more beers. Looking out the sliding door I noticed the rain had stopped, though the sky was still grey and dark. I remembered the hot tub on the deck and thought now might be a good time to suggest the we put it to use.

When I returned to the living room and handed Mark his beer, I floated the hot tub idea and he was definitely receptive, on the one condition we don’t do anything too loud. Though no neighbors could see into the property he understandably didn’t want to have to explain any strange noises coming from his yard. I happily agreed and he went out to start it up. Soon Mark suggested I go test the water, that he would grab us some towels and join me. I stripped naked in the living room and gathered my cigarettes and our beers before heading outside.

I was comfortable enough with my body, but I nonetheless felt strange as I slid open the door to the yard and stepped nude out onto the deck. The temperature had indeed dropped following the rain. Though still plenty warm enough, it was perhaps a touch cool to be fully naked in the open air. I slipped into the hot, bubbling water with a sigh, the warmth engulfing me in soothing comfort. Mark came out shortly, fully naked, his enormous manhood swinging back and forth between his leg as he crossed the short distance to the tub. He dropped our towels at the edge of the deck and slid into the water next to me.

It was warm and relaxing, hanging out together in the tub drinking our beers and just talking, getting to know each other a little more. I leaned against him as we did, playfully touching him, letting my hands drift over his muscles, teasingly running down to his groin and fondling his balls. I liked touching him like this; flirtatiously but without and serious sexual intent, and he responded positively to my hands. Mark lifted me onto his lap, reclining in the tub so I was laying against him, my back to his chest, as he ran his hands over my body. I felt his cock float up between my thighs and I crossed my legs under the water, squeezing him between them just beneath my balls. I was making a deliberate effort not to get carried away, but still, I couldn’t help absentmindedly stroking the head of his member with my fingertips.

Mark wanted to kiss me. He let me know by running one big hand up to my neck, squeezing my throat ever so gently and pulling me back to him. His broad, meaty tongue slipped into my mouth making me shudder in delight. As we made out, his hands sliding up and down my body, cupping my own package occasionally, I instinctively humped my butt back into him, gently massaging his cock with my thighs. I felt amazing, completely enveloped in the heat of the water, my body pressed against my lover’s while I squeezed his thick dick between my legs, his tongue probing my mouth slowly but with great desire.

I felt myself getting hot and heavy. I couldn’t help it; I was a cock-hungry slut deep down and there was no preventing that side of me from coming to the surface, playing with each other as we were. I told Mark we were going to have to cool it if he didn’t want a scene in his backyard and he laughed, nodding understandingly. I floated over to where I’d left my beer and cigarettes, lighting a smoke and taking a drink. We continued talking, the conversation predictably taking on a sexual nature after the fooling around we had just engaged in. Mark and I were both bisexual, so we talked about women, how we got into sleeping with men and what that was like for us, our turn-ons and fantasies, though mine were pretty much out in the open at this point. Mark did affirm that he was a fan of the tight black briefs I had been wearing; he said they were like sexy panties, but for men.

“But you know,” I began, a thought coming to me, “I’ve always wanted to give a guy a handjob. Just jerk him off, start to finish. I’ve never had occasion to do it because I’ve always had heavier things in mind.”

“I love a good handjob.” Mark said, playfully raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah?” I asked, “It’s pretty tame compared to what we’ve been doing to each other, but I’d love to jerk you off.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32