Chapter 2 Steve and Mark continue their explorations
This is the second chapter of a three chapter story. Copyright, 2023. Everyone engaged in sexual activity is over 18.
It was an incredibly busy Saturday night at the Left Bank Rudder, perhaps the busiest night of the year. Every reservation slot had been filled and potential diners were lined up at the bar--eating there or waiting to take no-show seats in the dining rooms. All of the waiters were literally running from the early bird opening at five until after the last entrée call just after nine. Lingering diners remained well after the closing time of ten. Toward the end of the night, I kept my eyes on the tables on the patio where I was to meet Mark.
I was still quite busy until one large party of six rose to leave. That left two after 9:30. One was a party of four to which I delivered a check and "doggie boxes", but they didn't seem anxious to leave and the second wine bottle was still a third full. I approached and offered a carrier for the bottle--since local laws don't permit patrons to leave restaurants or bars with open bottles on display. But they didn't seem to get the hint. Maybe they had hired the sitter for the night. Then there was another couple, two 40-something guys, obviously gay, who had been baiting me all night--one even running his hand "accidentally" along my inner thigh as I served dessert when he reached to retrieve a decoy napkin. I brought the bill and wished them a pleasant evening, but they seemed intent on propositioning me for a threesome at their nearby hotel. I tried to refuse--gently, as they still hadn't left the tip--so I strung them along. I looked out at the patio, but Mark hadn't materialized. Perhaps our second date had been wishful thinking on my part. Maybe the threesome wasn't such a bad idea. They were attractive and in shape and obviously wealthy.
At around 10:15, I finally clocked out, ready to drive home to Dad, having decided against the threesome. But, there he was, staring at me with a hungry intensity that tingled my spine (and at least one other important organ). He was indeed every bit the dark god that I remembered. I walked up to him and he pulled me into a tight embrace. "You must be tired. And I can feel the knots. It's my turn to play masseur. Let's go get a shower and we'll see where tonight leads." So we walked the few blocks to his place where I had left the duffel with a few necessities. This time his arm reached possessively around my shoulder.
When we arrived there were several cars in front. "A few more of my housemates have arrived for tonight, but we still have a private room. They're all out clubbing anyway. We probably won't see most of them before morning, and I wouldn't be surprised if a few guests appear for coffee tomorrow." Once through the front door, I knew the way and headed for his room and the shower, losing my logo tee, khaki shorts and docksiders on the way. He joined me in the shower seconds later, pressed behind me and wrapped me into his chest. "This shower is not the largest, so this is going to be pretty intimate." "And that's a problem?"
He then proceeded to scrub my hair and gel my torso, teasing my nips, as he bit my earlobes and poked my ass with his growing dick. He pushed me to the wall and I reached up for support and pushed out my ass, as he repeated the process on my back, spending most of his time on my crevice. Then he leaned in and his penis began to ride up and down my canyon and, as I spread my legs, under my balls. He leaned into me as his index finger teased my rim and penetrated deeply to reach my prostate. I was already high, hot and ready.
"Your turn," he said, as he released me and turned to give me room and access. Fortunately, we were nearly the same height--although he was more muscular than I, so I too could have the pleasure of washing his dark black curls, and of working his chest which I knew to be very sensitive. I reached down to hold his cock with both hands--its length took two plus and I noticed that my fingers didn't touch with his girth. I swirled my hands counter to each other to provide a bit of friction and pulled down the hood. One can't be too clean there. Then, I sucked on his neck, just below the ear, probably giving him a souvenir of our encounter, and reached down to cup and lift his heavy balls. He gasped and threw his ass back into me. "Let's take this to bed." We emerged and toweled each other, rarely allowing ourselves to be out of contact.
I moved to the bed, lay on my back, pushed a pillow under my ass, and lifted my legs in a broad vee. His eyes widened and his large dark tongue licked his lips. He bent down and started sucking hard, swirling his tongue around the crown and drawing precum before licking my balls in turn. Then, he knelt below me stretching back to push his torpedo out and into my balls. He stroked a few times, then he pulled back and rolled me higher, and began the finger and tongue ministrations that would prepare me for his deep purple monster. He was good, really good. I could picture his tongue curling and flicking in and out like one of those vipers as he penetrated deeply and repeatedly. His black curls dropped sexily over his forehead as his dark eyes stared with increasing hunger and intensity. This guy was really dramatic. Then, he inserted lubed fingers, stroked and scissored, moving me toward readiness. "Mark, please. Fuck me now. I want to feel that monster. Do I have to beg?" "If you insist." "I'm begging...and leaking. Or am I going solo for round one?"
"Oh, no, babe. We're both going to enjoy this roller coaster." He began a rhythmic rocking in and out, using strong hips and thighs to slowly raise him and me from the mattress so that my leaking dick hung only an inch or so from my own mouth, drizzling precum to my open lips. He slowly rose above me, smeared some of my precum on his lips, then reached down and grabbed my pecs, ringing my swollen nipples. We were near the top of the first giant hill of the Cyclone. I'm sure I gasped, because he whispered, "So you're sensitive there too. Good to know." I signaled that I was going to blast, so he quickly repositioned. He reached up to the brass pipes of the headboard and stretched his legs out behind, tensing his entire body, resting with just one point of contact. I spread my arms out to the side and grabbed the sheet to balance. He was incredibly deep. His balls were hammering my taint, stalling my eruption for just a few seconds as his own climax approached. Then he released me and I gave up the treasure, coating my face and neck with a half dozen ropes of my own spunk.
Then he too began the plunge. I knew we had left my stomach at the crest of the hill, but I could feel him deeply inside me. As he too began the descent, his "little" head exploded into the condom--and I felt the heat and the volume as he stiffened his legs straight back onto the bed and pushed deeply into my gut. He blasted four more times rocking me and my world each time. Then suddenly he rolled to the side and pulled me on top, using his arms to pull me into a deep embrace while his hardness remained in place. I wound my legs around his hips to sustain our contact and he reached down to lap up my cum like a big friendly mastiff and to connect our lips.
As he softened and pulled out, I raised my head. "Man, you are a terrific bed partner. I think I'll keep you." I rolled off and he pulled me into a deep spoon and we both fell to sleep.
