passing (closed)

Mark

Your kisses tasted so good, maybe that was why I wanted to stay the night. I felt your hand on me, warm as you ran it across my chest and abs. I could lay here all night kissing yoo and feeling your touch my body.


My amr under your neck, rubbing your back through your shirt. It felt strange to be laying there completely naked and your clothed. But, yet I think it turned me on more, it made me feel like you just wanted my body. It made me feel like I was a stud, like you could not keep off of me. Like anyone, that made me feel great.

"Curt, my man, my body is yours for the night. You can touch it, lick it, kiss it, fuck it, whatever you want whenever you want." I kiss your forehead and moan as I feel your hand squeeze my cock.
 
Your permission, your invitation to use you however I wished sounded awesome. I didn't have anything kinky in mind..but just knowing that you seemed to be game for anything was great. I continued rubbing your cock with my palm, and put my lips to your neck again.

I whispered, "So..did I fuck you good Mark? Did you like it as much as I did?" I was fishing for reassurance; I couldn't help it. I needed to know that I measured up. "You think I'm a stud, Mark?"

I heard you make an 'mmhmm' sound, maybe too distracted to answer right away with the attention I was paying to your cock. I felt your hand going up my back and stop at the back of my head. You gently pushed my head, giving me the signal that you'd like my mouth to be giving the attention to your dick instead of my hand. I said, as I let you push my head down, "You need some head, baby?" You replied, softly saying, "Yeah, suck it."
 
Mark

Yea, Curt, I need your mouth on my cock, man I want to feel it sliding down your throat. Then I want to feel your cock plugging my hole, I want to feel you get off inside of me."

"Yea, Curt you are a hot fuckin stud man. Your cock felt so thick when you were fucking me and I swear you fucked me deeper than any guy or dildo has before. No other guy has turned me on as much by fucking my ass. I never really got into getting fucked until I felt you inside me."

My hips thrust up into your waiting mouth. I could feel your saliva coat my cock, your tongue probing my piss slit, bringing a moan from my body. My hand running through your hair, encouraging you on. "Fuck Curt, that feel so good."

Your hand rubbing my balls as your mouth began going up and down, your tongue licking along as your mouth moved. I didn't know if I wanted to hold your head down and fuck your mouth or if I wanted to lay there and let you work me into a frenzied state. I felt my cock throb inside you, sliding into your throat.

Just feeling your mouth tightly on my cock and knowing how good you fuck made me hornier than ever, all over again.
 
Knowing how turned on you were, how turned on I was getting you, no less, gave my ego just the kind of stroking it craved. I went down on you, taking nearly your whole dick in my mouth and started sucking with a vengance. More than I wanted or needed to come, I wanted to keep getting you off, as much as I could.

Your moans and heavy breathing let me know that my mouth was doing a good job. Your hands in my hair, holding my head as your hips came up off the bed and humped my face, all the while telling me how awesome it felt. But what had really gotten to me was hearing you say how you needed to get fucked again...oh man, I wanted to, too! I got to my knees and straddled your leg as I continued sucking you, and I began rubbing my soft cock against your knee. I felt you press it up against me as my humping increased. The lack of nerve endings did nothing to take away from how good it felt, how into it I was.

I took my mouth off your cock; it was totally hard again now. I moved up on you, grinding my dick against yours, and returning my mouth to yours, needing more of your hot kisses. Our open mouths joined and our tongues slid together in each other's mouths. Your hands went to my ass, and pulled me into you harder, our rubbing and humping becoming more urgent.

My mouth went to your neck and I started sucking and kissing right below your ear, loving the way you couldn't help moaning. I whispered, "Yeah Mark...I wanna fuck you again, too. Your ass is so hot, I could never get enough. But first I gotta go take a piss." I sat up and gave your cock a squeeze and said, "Hold that thought sexy", and bent over at the edge of the bed just enough to pick up the necessary impliment that would enable the return of my hard on and hid it in my palm as I stepped over into the bathroom.

After I pissed, which, I did actually have to do, I returned the bendable but rigid spine into my cock, giving me a perfect boner. I tucked it inside my shorts again and returned to you as you lay, gorgeous and naked, waiting for me.
 
Mark

"Fuck, Curt, I didn't say you could tease too." I moaned as you sat up telling me you needed to pee. I watched as you left for the bathroom. Laying there, my cock hard, unable to go soft, thinking about your cock inside my ass again. Remembering how it filled me up, rememberng feeling every inch of it as you pumped me.

Laying there, one hand on my side the other across my chest, legs spread and cock pointing up, waiting for your return. "Hurry up stud man, I need a good fuck."
 
I came back to the bed, gazing at your perfect body as you lay sprawled out on top of the sheet. Your cock wasn't completely soft even though you'd just fed me a big load minutes ago. You lazily played with it, and spread your legs far when I knealt back on the bed next to you. You raised your legs enough to show me that tight hole again, and right away I was down on it, tonguing and sucking and loving your ass. I mashed my nose into your balls as I thrust my tongue into your hot hole, powerfully driven again to prove myself to you.

"You want to feel my cock again, Mark? Is that what you need stud, to get fucked again? Good, because I can't wait to feel that ass again." I raised back up onto my knees and stayed between his raised legs, pulling my cock out of my fly again, and rubbing its head on Mark's thigh. Then lower, rubbing it on his ass as I positioned it closer to my target. Again, I was at your tight hole, my head pressing against you, wanting to slam into you with one hard thrust.

"You ready Mark? Want this dick baby?" You nodded and said, "Yeah man, fuck my ass Curt", and right away my cockhead was spreading you open and pushing inside, letting myself go all the way until I felt your balls against me.
 
Mark

"Yea Curt, fuck my ass with your cock man, I need to be filled again" I moaned and squirmed as your tongue probed and opened me up.

I felt you rubbing your hard on along my thigh, inching closer to my hole. "Don't tease Curt, fuck me man, I want to feel your cock sliding in, spreading my hole wide, I need a good hard fuck man."

"Ahhh fuck Yea Curt, that's it, that's what I need. Shit, I can feel you pushing all the way in..........oh man, shit Curt." My face was grimacing but my moans where telling you to continue, my moans begging for your cock. Taking a deep breath and relaxing, I felt my hole expanding around your cock, opening and accomodating itself for you. I grabbed your ass, pulling you in tighter.

I pushed back "Yea, stud fuck my ass, damn, it feels stuffed with your cock man." I moaned as I felt you sliding back out, pushing my hips up, wanting you cock to push back in. You could see the lust and the need in my eyes and smiling down at me I felt you slowly push your cock back. "Ughhhh," I groaned out as you hit my pros, my cock twitching. "Oh yea, Fuck me Curt, harder and faster stud."
 
The look on your face and the verbal encouragement you gave me was making me swell from the inside. Fuck, how I loved making you want me like this! By this time I was convinced that it was more than smoking weed and drinking beer that had you asking for more. I knew I was definetly doing something right.

"Sure Mark...you got it stud. I wanna be fuckin' that sweet ass just as much as you want me to be." I leaned down and connected with your mouth again as I began to push into you. Our tongues sliding over each other's as you groaned into my mouth, my girth beginning to make your small tunnel expand again.

When I felt the warmth of your ass against my groin, and knew I was now buried to the hilt inside you, I began my stroking. I pulled out, long and slow and then returned it far into you again. The first several strokes were long like that; I so enjoyed the look on your face that they caused. My mouth went to your neck and began sucking your salty flesh, then moving to your ear and whispering hotly, "You want it hard, Mark? You want me to fuck you hard, babe? Just say the word. I'll do you however you want me to. Fuck man, I love fucking you, you know."
 
Mark

"Shit yea Curt, I need it hard and fast. I need to feel your cock ramming in me hard. I need to feel your cock throbbing while its inside me. I need to feel your cum shooting from your cock inside of me."

I grabbed your ass pulling you back into me. "Don't be a tease, Curt, just fuck me hard..........please?" Your kisses and sucking on my neck making my body squirm even more.

I could feel you slowly slding out, fully expecting the same teasingly slowly push back in, but you surprised me and rammed hard full hilt deep inside, hitting my pros and sending me over the edge. "Oh fuck Curt, another one like that and I be cumming all over us."

As you slowly pulled out again, taking your mouth from my neck and looking into my eyes, smiling, and telling me to shoot my load because you were going to ram me harder this time. I felt your cock pushing in so fast, your hips slapping my ass.
"Ohhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk.............." I felt my cock throb and twitch as I began spewing my load between our bodies. My ass clamping down aournd your cock. "Oh fuck yea Curt, you feel so fucking big. Fuck me and get your cock off using my ass Curt, use my hole to turn yourself on and get your rocks off. I wanna feel your cock inside me when you began to shoot."
 
It was amazing. Mark was writhing and shouting and coming, begging for me to fuck him harder and wanting to feel my cock unloading in him. Over and over he yelled out how he wanted to feel me shoot into him. I had no clue how I could pull that off; but at this point I couldn't concern myself with those details. I was so into slamming myself into him, fucking his ass hard enough and deep enough to make him shoot, that it was all I could think about.

Even after your orgasm subsided, I continued to thrust myself into you, just as deep as I had been. It was incredible and I was getting off big time, no doubt. With each hard inward stroke I'd grunt loudly and say 'fuck yeah!' through gritted teeth. I was loving this more than you could imagine.

Several times I did slow up, holding myself inside you as I felt waves of ecstasy flow through me, paralyed for a second or two with my powerful mental orgasms. I knew you could see the look in my face, and had to recognize it as orgasmic, yet I still wasn't dumping a load into you. I slowed my frenzied pace and spoke, saying "Damn, Mark...your ass is so great dude. I swear I could fuck...you all...night. Mmmnn. I don't know if I can shoot a load though, man...but trust me, I'm getting off hard." I resumed the fast pace from before and it made you cry out, still wanting more.
 
You cock kept pounding away on me, my ass bouncing with each thrust. My cum puddled on my abs and chest having already unloaded because of the fuck you were giving me.

I had yet to feel your cum inside of me, but it did seem like you had one. Hell, I didn't really care, I was just enjoying your cock pumping away in my ass.

"Fuck yea man, you can fuck me all night" I moaned out, as I felt you thrusting in deep, you moving your ass as you pushed in.

My breathing became more ragged, my hear was pounding. Damn what i stud I found I thought to myself. Never found anyone who could last as long as you did.
 
I couldn't resist your invitation to just keep going. The fact that you were so into me fucking you was enough to get me off by itself. But the reality of me pounding myself into you, nestled in between your wide spread muscled legs...seeing your body jerk every time I sunk into you again...and that look on your face of lust. It made me come. As I thrust forward, filling you completely again, I was wracked with such a powerful climax of nearly paralyzing proportions.

I held myself inside you, buried to the hilt as I felt the waves claim me, bleeding me of any power I might have had over this fuck moments ago. I became nothing more than a slave to my famished mind. I stared at you as my body jerked, my muscles contracting and relaxing again and again. You were so perfect; as you lay under me I could easily tell that my own climax was having quite an effect on you too.

You grabbed my ass hard and attempted to lock us together for the moment, urging me on, telling me again how you wanted to feel me filling you with hot cum. "Yeah...fuckin' come Curt...come hard in me man", you yelled out. God I wished I could oblige you.

I was finally able to move again. But right then, I couldn't go on fucking you. I was breathless and panting from coming so hard. I laid on top of you, my heart pounding against your chest. I was sweating like crazy, and before I could protest, you were tugging my shirt off over my head, saying it was too fuckin' hot to have it on...and I just let you. I lay still on top of you, catching my breath, and feeling your hand stroking my back lightly over my binding.
 
Mark

I pulled your shirt up over your head, rubbing your back as you laid on top of me, "Did I wear you out stud" I said laughing, letting you know it was a joke. Placing a kiss on your head, holding you in my arms, your cock still in my hole, my legs wrapped around your waist.

I had to admit I was pretty spent too, you had been pounding my ass for awhile, my breathing was needing to get back to normal. I could feel our hearts pounding away. Your breath cooling the sweat on my neck, your lips rubbing against my skin.

I slid my hand inside your shorts, squeezing your ass. "Curt, this has been on hot sexy night for me, something I really needed."
 
Fucking you the way I had was exactly what I needed. Yeah, it was true that we were both getting off incredibly from the sex we shared, but you were doing way more for me than just making me come. And you just had no idea at all.

Resting on top of you, you with arms around me snugly, was such a comfortable place. But I was burning up; we were both sweating our balls off after that intense romp, and I had to roll off of you. I eased my still erect cock out of you, grabbed my shirt that had somehow made it's way off my body, and wiped the stickiness from it before I lay directly on the bed. I tossed the shirt on the floor and unconciously rubbed my hard on against the mattress.

I moved to your side and gave us a couple inches in between us of breathing room, and propped up on my elbows, looking over at you as you laid there, grinning away. I smiled back at you and told you again how great it was to have you here with me. "Damn, Mark...I swear I haven't fucked someone that hard in ages...and I so swear that they weren't telling me to keep going when I did! Fuck, man, you are one hot stud. This..this is great dude. You need a smoke?"

Silly question, I knew we both did. I reached over and grabbed the pack and the ashtray, and lit one for you and put it at your lips. Then I lit mine and set the ashtray back on your chest, where it had been earlier when we'd shared our first after-fuck smoke. I was so happy having you sharing this time with me that for a while, all my worries of concealing myself from you were gone. It felt so right, everything that was happening. I actually went for awhile without feeling less than or phoney, and far from lonely.

I flicked an ash into the glass ashtray that rose and fell with each breath you took, and sighed. I'm sure I had a goofy look on my face, but I couldn't help myself. I looked at you, hoping that my smile said it all, about what a great time I was having with you. Then I said, "Mmm, Mark. Fuck you're cool. Can I keep you?"
 
Mark

Your comment cracked me up. "Yea, Curt, you can keep me. I am expensive to maintain though, ya know, hope you got a good income." I laughed again, messing your hair with my hand then grabbing your neck and pulling your lips to mine.

If anybody, two days ago had asked if they could keep me, I would have took it the wrong way. I was the one who wanted to be the controlling one, the one who decided eveything, the one who took the top position so to speak. But that was all changing it seemed, I began to feel like I might rather enjoy being "kept"

Your pulled your lips off me and laid back on your back, taking another drag of the cig. "I should probably tell you though, my ass requires at least one good fuck a day, you ok with that?"
 
I thought about what I'd just said to you, and your comeback. I laid back, not concerned with the fact that my cock was still totally hard as it rested on my belly. I took a long drag and said, "Man, Mark. Maybe it's that weed...I don't know. I have not said something of that nature to someone in a long time. And lemmie tell you, my intention of tonight was just like any other night I'd go to that bar, wanting nothing more than to get with someone just long enough to ease my pain, so to speak."

I paused, taking another hit from the smoke and trying to choose my next words carefully, not wanting it to come out all wrong.

"But..uh, something about this...about you, sure feels different. And I'm not talking about the sex. Well, not just the sex." I paused again, thinking I was about to sound like a total idiot, but said what was on my mind anyhow.

"It feels like I've known you forever, Mark. Damn I'm so comfortable with you. I feel like I could tell you things that I don't tell anyone. I feel like I could almost be myself with you, Mark, and that you're cool enough to let me."

I let you think about how to repond, and looked away, feeling embarressed about what I'd just said, yet, still getting the feeling that my thoughts about you were correct. I put my cigarette out in the ashtray and reached down for the sheet, tugging it up over me to my waist. I held up the corner of it, silently inviting you under, wanting you closer to me.
 
Mark

I moved in closer to you, under the sheet. The heat of our bodies as we touched felt so good.

"You can tell me anything Curt. I'm not into judging people. I either like them or don't but I don't make a big deal about it." I wrapped my arm around you kissing your neck savoring your scent. "I never expected this to happen either, I was out to get my cock sucked but damn, your just too enticing to stop at that." I said smiling into your eyes.

"Yea, Curt, I'm yours to keep."
 
My arm reached out and I pushed it under your neck and pulled you against me again. I moved my face to yours and covered your mouth with mine, kissing you with such a deep hunger, sucking your tongue into my mouth roughly, wanting you to know that I was strong. Your hands moved over me, touching my shoulders and crossing over my bound chest. You made no move to unfasten the ace bandage that held my small tits flat against me. I wouldn't have been able to stop you at this point, though.

Coming up for air I panted, saying, "Mark..fuck, you turn me on more than I can tell you, man. You feel how hard I am? You feel this cock on your leg, jabbing you? You know, I bet I stay fucking hard all night if I'm next to you, you stud. And please know that my ass is yours for the taking. Fuck I loved your cock in my ass....I'll do anything you want, Mark..Just say the words."
 
I felt so comfortable laying there, my arm draped over you as your strong arm held me close. I never thought I would feel so masculine and yet, so femininely comfortable with someone holding me like this. Kissing here and there, just enjoying laying there together. It seemed as if you wanted to tell me something, at first, but then you kind of changed the subject. Being the non-confrontational lazy ass that I am, I blew it off, not prying, telling myself you would tell me when you are ready.

"Curt, man," I said as I licked over your nipple right through the bandage, "The first thing you need to learn about me is that it is not all about what I want, its about what we want man. Pleasing you is something I want and it turns me on when I know I am doing that. When two people are together is is about mutual pleasure dude, not just one person getting off."

Lifting my body up on my elbow, leaning down kissing your mouth, then reaching and pinching your nipple, again not easy through the bandage, "Oh, one more thing, I'm not into the mushy shit, you got something to say, say it, if not, then fuck my ass some more, stud." Smiling as I pushed on your chest lifitng myself up, "I gotta pee man." I hoisted myself off the bed and headed to the bathroom.

The entire time thinking about how lucky I was to have met you, to be able to spend so much time with you. Walking back into the bedroom, seeing you laying there, the sheet tented with your hard on. I flopped myself along side of you, laying on top of the sheet, grabbing your hard cock and saying "Damn dude, you been playing with yourself while I was gone?"

I rolled over and grabbed the pack of cigs, lighting one, "Want one?"
 
Last edited:
I knew I sighed audibly when I heard you saying what you said. I took the cigarette you offered, and took a big drag as I thought about your words. Telling me that it was important to you that you pleased me, that it wasn't a one way street. And then saying to either speak or put out...Shit, I didn't know what to do! Part of me began getting fearful again, thinking well, I better fuck him again now before I do tell him, and he flips out and leaves, but something else told me I knew better. That by all appearences, you were a totally cool guy who already knew I could fuck the shit outta you, suck your dick like a fucking pro, and take your cock up my ass as hard as you wanted to give it. I took a deep breath, and began.

"Well, Mark...yeah. There is something I think I oughta bring up, dude. But I definetely want to fuck you again...as soon as I..." I absent mindedly ran my hand over my chest, feeling how hard you'd made my nips under the ace bandage. I felt my stomach do a flip as I started talking again.

"I need to just say this, but before I do please, Mark..don't for a second think that this has anything to do with you, or to do with me wanting to 'get over' on you, or that I'm playing some fucked-up game. Ok?" You shook your head and I noticed you kinda tense up, bracing yourself for something crazy. Well, it was pretty crazy.

"Mark, I don't know if maybe you've known what was up this whole time, and you were just playing it cool..or if you really have no idea, but...I'm not a bio male."

I had no clue what to follow that with. I just had to wait for your reaction to know what the right next thing to say would be. I definetely saw your change of expressions, but I couldn't read you well enough to know what you were thinking. I took another big drag off the smoke and looked at you, waiting for a response.
 
Mark

I laid there thinking a moment before reaching over to light another cig, trying to buy time, I guess. What was Curt trying to tell me, "not a bio male". Does he mean he is not really a guy? But then how the hell did he fuck me so well? Is that why he had his chest bandaged? No, that couldn't be what he meant. He fucked me too good. Had I just been fucked several times by a female? Fuck, so many thoughts running through my mind.

"You, mean, Curt, you not really a guy? But what about your cock man, how the hell did you fuck me if your not a guy? You mean you really got a pussy down there, and tits too?" Hell I was just so confused about how it could've all happened that my mind was not really thinking of the ramifications, least not at this point.
 
I had to look away as you spoke, feeling like such a deceitful prick. Even though I knew I hadn't done it to spite you. Shit, if I had it my way, I'd never tell you, never need to tell you. But things had become awfully intimate betwen us in just the short time you'd spent in my bed. I knew I didn't have much of a choice than to tell you, unless I was ready to tell you to go ahead and leave. But I wasn't anywhere near ready to say that. I'd tell you my crazy truth before I'd ask you to go...

"Shit. Mark...I know its just nuts. Fuck, please don't hate me, man. Please let me try to explain myself for a minute before you tell me to fuck off, ok?" I mostly didn't expect you to stay sitting there in the bed with me. I'd braced myself for you to get up, dress without speaking, and turn to leave. But you didn't. You took another drag from your cigarette and gave me a nod, silently telling me to proceed.

I took a deep breath and began to give you an account of the condensed version of why I'd done what I'd done. Trying hard to make you believe that bringing you here and fucking you wasn't some kind of joke or some sick method of fucking with you. It only took a few minutes of explaining before I began to feel so drained from the energy it took to tell you my truth.

"So, Mark...its really more like I have this...birth defect, if you can grasp that. I was born with the wrong equipment, and have known that since I was really young. This isn't like a crossdressing fetish or a bizarre need to fool people. I am a man...I just am in the wrong kind of body."

You stayed quiet, trying to digest all I was telling you. I lit another cigarette to try to keep my nervousness at bay, but it wasn't working too well. I hated the thought of you taking this personally, and not wanting to see me anymore.

I was sure you were confused about the whole sexual preference thing as well. I'd learned a long time ago that gender had little to do with orientation. It was bad enough that I was trans, but a gay trans? It just made it all the more difficult in trying to help you understand.

I finally shut up, feeling like there was nothing else to say about it, unless you actually responded instead of taking off. I was prepared to answer anything you'd ask me, but wasn't going to continue my diatribe if you were finished listening.
 
Mark

I listened to every word you said, all the while trying to figure out how to respond, what to say, how I should feel. Wondering how I could know what or how to feel, I didn't really even understand what you were saying.

I sat on the edge of the bed, smoking another cig, feeling you hand roam over my back as you spoke. "Look Curt, I'm not the kind of guy who would just pick up and leave, so don't worry about that. I can't say, at least not yet, that I understand what you're telling me, not sure if I ever will, but that don't make it right or wrong."

I moved back on the bed, sitting closer to you, my one arm placed on the other side of your body as I looked into your eyes. As is usual with me, I needed to bring humor into the situation, "Don't worry Curt, there's no way I can pass up your cocksucking skills, nor the way you have learned how to fuck an ass, man."
 
I almost couldn't believe what you were saying. I was pretty fucking amazed that you weren't on your way out the door. Not only were you staying, you were still praising my sucking and fucking of earlier. I was comforted with your words, but still felt shame for feeling unable to be honest about myself from the very beginning.

I managed to look back to your face, and said, "Wow, Mark. That's really cool of you. And I know I've already said this and maybe I'm beating it into the ground now, but...Shit, can you see how I just can't come out and say that shit to a stranger? A potential fuck?"

I lit another cigarette and continued. You reached for my hand as I spoke, enabling me to smile. "Man, if I woulda come out and said that in the bar, I know you would've gotten up and walked away. You might say that no, you wouldn't have, but I know when a guy is looking for cock, either to suck or to get fucked with, usually the silicone variety isn't at the top of their list. I know, I can tell, that you're a real nice guy, Mark. And I'm not saying that I think you would've walked away because you're a dick...just because you're like, normal. Shit, I better shut up now."

I was embarressed about rambling like I was, but I couldn't help it during this awkward moment. But you didn't seem to be all that freaked out about anything I'd said. Not to the point of being pissed or leaving, so it seemed.
I was unsure if I should, but went against my better judgement anyhow and leaned my face on your shoulder. I guess I half expected you to shake me off or something, but you didn't.

I knew that you had to be curious as hell, and although it wasn't something I was thrilled with saying, I figured it was the least I could do since I'd suddenly gotten so brutally honest. My voice waivered a little as I said, "Uh, so do you want to see 'em? My chest, I mean?"
 
Mark

"Well, you do have that right Curt, if you would have told me all this at the bar, we would not be here right now. Not that I think its wrong, its just not what I would have thought I would be looking for. But, uh, you didn't tell me last night, and its probably good you didn't. I never would have gotten the fucking I did." I said as I smiled over at you.

"Yea," I said, "I wanna see your chest, you know I'm really good at paying attention to nipples." My hand moving over, running along the bandage to find the spot where I could begin to unwrap you. I watched as you breast became unveiled, small, but to me, still inviting. My hand moving over them, rubbing, squeezing, rubbing your nipples and feeling them stiffen. "You shouldn't be hiding these Curt." I said before leaning over to suck each nipple, running my tongue over them.
 
Back
Top