When I woke up the next morning, Mark wasn't there. I guessed he was being discrete, not knowing how I'd be in the cold light of day. It was the right thing to do for as the fog of sleep cleared from my brain and recalled everything that had happened the night before, I panicked.
I grabbed my clothes, got dressed and escaped as quickly as possible.
Once I got home I showered and tried to put everything that had happened out of my mind. I mean, jerking off to gay stories was one thing, this was something else entirely. But at the same time, I had just had the best night's sex of my entire life. I was so confused.
Even though I had done a runner on Mark, I couldn't bring myself to call him and he didn't call me. Sunday stretched into Monday stretched into Tuesday into Wednesday but there was no contact.
I tried to go on as normal at work but every so often I would have a vivid flash of memory; the hardness of his penis as it slid over my tongue, the taste of his ass, the warmth of his semen as it flowed into mine. Each time my hand would creep towards my cock and I'd have to pull it away before I got in trouble.
By the time the following Saturday came around I still hadn't heard from Mark or had the guts to call him but we were all due for another big night out. I nearly didn't go but I realised I had to see him sooner or later. I made up my mind that I would tell him that last weekend was great but I was drunk and we should forget it ever happened. It sounded lame, even to me.
I got to the club a little late and most of the guys were there, but Mark wasn't. The sense of relief was unbelievable. It was just a postponement of the inevitable but it felt good to put it off for another day. I grabbed a beer and sat down, chatting to the guys and casting my eye around the room. There were some really hot girls there but I couldn't help noticing one or two hot guys as well. I pushed the thought it my mind and tried to decide who I was going to hit on first.
I was just making eye contact with a nice brunette when I heard a voice right by my ear.
"Hi" Mark said.
I took every ounce of self-control not to jump out of my skin there and then. I fixed a grin (not a very convincing one) and turned round.
An electric jolt ran through my body when I saw him. All the memories I had tried to suppress over the past week came violently flooding back. My penis began to harden unbidden.
"Hi" I said, almost through gritted teeth.
Marked tuned to the guy next to him, who I hadn't noticed: "Jay, I'd like to meet Josh, he's my date tonight"
The bottom dropped out of my world. It figured, if I hadn't called him all week he was hardly going to wait round for me, and I didn't want him to anyway, didn't I?
All of this passed through my mind but my kept my face steady and greeted Josh politely. He was a similar build to Mark, and looked like he worked out; he had very dark hair and was not unattractive. Unwanted images of them together flashed through my mind and I didn't like it.
We all made small talk for a couple of minutes before they went off to get drinks. Mark seemed to be playing along with my game of pretence. However, I quickly immersed myself in conversations about sport with the other guys so I wouldn't have to talk to them when they came back. I had lost interest in all the women in the club and just wanted to get out of there without looking weird. I couldn't help sneaking looks at Mark and Josh who were looking very comfortable with each other while they chatted amiably with the group.
Just when I thought I'd been long enough to make my excuses and leave, Mark and Josh got up and started to say their goodbyes. Again, images of them in bed came into my head and I felt a twinge of...what? Jealousy?
They waved at us all and made towards the door, my eyes following them. Josh went through the door and I thought Mark would follow but at that moment he turned back and his eyes locked onto mine. He raised an eyebrow and inclined his head towards the door. There was no mistaking the gesture. It simply said "Are you coming?"
At that point all the barriers I had been trying to raise around myself all week came crashing down. All the worry and nerves fell away in an instance leaving two important facts glowing brightly in my head. One, Josh wasn't Mark's date, he was *our* date. Second, there was no question, no fucking way of me saying no.
I nodded to Mark and he smiled. I swear I saw a touch of relief in that smile. He walked out the door and I knew what I had to do.
I waited an eternity before calling it a night. I made some excuse; I don't even know what it was and got the hell out of there. I grabbed a taxi, gave Mark's address and told him that there would be a healthy tip in it if he got me there quickly.
Even driving fast, the journey still took too long. The hardness of my cock against my jeans was almost painful and I was delirious with horny anticipation. I was imagining Mark and Josh together but this time I enjoyed the thought. I wondered what Josh's penis would look like, how it might feel in my hands, or elsewhere.
I got to Mark's and was quickly buzzed in. They were both sitting on the sofa - the same sofa on which I'd tasted my first man only a week before - watching the same porno that had got me going last time. I didn't need it now, not with two guys waiting to fuck me.
They both got up when I came in and moved towards me at once. Mark smiled but there was no talking. The air was electric. They weren't naked yet but they were both topless.
Mark wasted no time in kissing me, roughly shoving his tongue into mouth. I liked it. I kissed him back before Josh pulled my head round and tongued me deeply too. This was so erotic I felt close to ejaculation already!