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I felt so...vulnerable as Mark exposed my girlish chest. It flet like his eyes were burning right through me as he took in the sight of my bare chest. This was a first for me, as far as coming out to someone went. We didn't get this far, ever, after I either told the guy I was with or he found me out. This was pretty much new to me. I knew it was new to Mark, too. As I thought about this factor, it felt as though we were both awkward inexperienced virgins in a sense, and that Mark was exploring my body as if it were the first one he'd seen naked before.

My thoughts faded quickly as soon as I felt Mark's mouth on me, sucking my hard nipple with an urgency. I really had forgotten how this felt; keeping them confined behind an ace bandage or a super tight t-shirt and never giving them the freedom to experience this kind of pleasure. I forgot that my chest wasn't hard and muscled. As Mark gave this wonderful attention to my tit, all I could think or feel was how great it felt. My hand went to his head and I pulled at him, encouraging him to continue. Fuck, it felt so good.

My voice was quiet and raspy when I spoke, whispering, "Oh, fuck Mark...that is nice...Man, your mouth is so sexy...reach down and stroke my cock while you do that, please Mark?" I didn't expect him to understand what that did for me in the least. He now knew that that hard cock jutting out of my groin wasn't a natural part of me. But I knew what it did for me. My hips rose a bit as he took my cock in his hand and played along with me, letting his hand slide up and down my shaft. I groaned and again made sure he knew that this felt awesome to me.

Part of my brain was fearful as it lingered too long at the thought of him putting his hand between my legs, touching that part of me that I wanted to forget ever existed. The part of me that to everyone else, seemed perfectly normal and natural, was the same part that I resented. But I let my mind go back to the feelings of the current situation, and knew that if what he was doing now made me feel this great and relaxed, that maybe I was wrong to assume that I knew how it would effect me if his hands...mouth...cock even, explored my body further...
 
Mark

Your chest fully exposed to my view, I moved my hand over, rubbing your nipples, feeling them stiffen under my touch. I leaned over and gave you a passionate kiss. Moving my mouth over your nipple, licking and sucking.

As you asked I moved my hand to your cock, stroking it as my mouth moved to your other nipple. Giving it the same attention, licking, sucking. All of this was turning me on as well. I stretched over along side you, covering half of you, letting my cock rub against your leg. Taking turns between your nipples and mouth, using my mouth to pleasure you.

As I stroked your cock, I found myself wondering what you would do if I explored further. Would you enjoy it if I fingered your pussy, or would it make you irritated. I wondered if you would be as into having your pussy fucked as you were into having your ass fucked.

I felt your hand run over my head and down my back. Roaming up and down as my mouth continued teasing your nipples. Your hand reaching and squeezing my ass, causing me to moan, causing me to feel to be fucked again soon. Remembering how good it felt to have your cock pumping into me, how strong you felt, how wide you opened me up, how submissive I felt when you were on top of me.
 
I didn't know what to feel...how I was supposed to feel here. This had never gone down like this with anyone in the past. The air on my tits felt so cold, but as soon as your mouth covered them there was no denying how great it felt. Something I wouldn't ever allow myself to feel. I had no clue how you perceived me now, but it did seem that your level of excitement hadn't faded.

Your weight on top of me suddenly brought about a strange...strange feeling I couldn't put into words if I tried. I felt like I was transformed into someone weak and...shit, I couldn't bring myself to think it. Your kisses were hard, pressing your open mouth to mine, switching back and forth between my nipples and my mouth. Your hard cock against my leg as you humped it against me. I started feeling fearful about what might come of this, what you might ask of me now. I was partially under a lusty spell you cast, but the other part of me wanted nothing to do with the way I was feeling. I was being pulled so hard in opposing directions.

But my hunger for you began to get the best of me, and my hips rose up and met your movements, quickly seeming to become a single movement as our bodies pressed and rocked together. My own cock, perpetually hard as it was, lay between your leg and my belly. I felt your hand leave my neck where you'd been holding me, and move downwards. I guess the way I trembled was apparent; you paused long enough to show me you felt it. But then your hand kept travelling lower and my breath caught in my throat.

"Uh..Mark...I, I just am not real sure how I feel about you going there. I am so fuckin' turned on, but I'm so freaked out. Dude, roll another joint. Please. I need to chill out, ok? Please just give me a little more time dude, this is totally new to me."

For a quick second somehow I imagined his cock in my female hole. But it was too surreal to grasp for any amount of time.
 
I could sense your feeling change slightly. I didn't want to take you someplace you didn't want to go. I was turned on by it all and was glad when you wanted to smoke another joint, it would help calm me down.

I moved up along side of you, lighting, taking a hit, and passing it over to you. "After we smoke this, dude, you think you could fuck my ass again, fuck me really hard? I feel the need to be your slut, to be the tool to get you off."

This was one fucking weird situation, one I did not totally understand, but one which I didn't really care if I understood right now. I mean here I was, a guy who was a total stud with women, always the one in control, always the one to fuck pussy anyway I saw fit Then one night, I go out, wanting something different. Expecting to get a blow job and to suck another guy off. It turns out I get fucked too. Now I was in bed with you, not a "bio" male, as you so aptly described it. Not only that, but I felt submissive to you, like I needed you to control me, to treat me like your slut.
 
I lay on my side, propped up on my elbow as you sat next to me, rolling and lighting another joint. As soon as I'd taken a hit, I began to chill out some. This was not a situation that I was experienced in dealing with; but hearing you say that you wanted to get fucked again put me somewhat at ease. After I passed it back to you my hand moved down my body and took hold of my cock. I squeezed it and gave it several lazy strokes, as I thought about being on top of you again.

I felt shy now, after telling you all I had. But after another couple hits that started to fade. I could feel any apprehension on your part disappearing as well. I took the half smoked joint from your fingers and moved up on my knees, getting right next to you. "Shotgun?" I didn't wait for you to answer before I'd put the lit end of the joint in my mouth and held it carefully between my lips. I put my lips to your open mouth and began blowing some, watching as you sucked it in through your lips and nostrils. I had had enough to be comfortable with, and I took one more small hit before putting it out in the ashtray.

I moved right back over to your face again, waiting for you to exhale. After you emitted a thick cloud of smoke, I began kissing your mouth gently. My hand found its way to your lap where it found your half hard cock. I rubbed my hand along the length of your silky cockflesh and reached my tongue into your mouth.

Your hands came up and went to my chest, finding both my nipples with your fingers and thumbs. I almost didn't flinch this time, but instead just tried to let it happen and enjoy the feeling for what it really was, not what my brain had turned it into over the years. I slid my hand around the back of your neck and pulled you into me, kissing you stronger now. I really did love the fact that you wanted my dick again, and I had the feeling that you weren't just saying that to appease me.

"How do you want it, sexy", I said in a soft raspy voice. "Show how you wanna get fucked, Mark." I couldn't help thinking to myself that if you really weren't uncomfortable with this situation, that possibly I'd gotten lucky enough to have found my perfect match.
 
Mark

There is something so sexy about shotgun, and I readily accepted your offer. I was getting a pretty good buzz by the time you put the joint out. Your body laying over mine, our lips touching, your tongue sliding in my mouth, exploring. I moaned when your hand rubbed my half hard cock. My hand moving from your nipples to your back, running along the length of it.

"Yea, Curt I need you to fuck me man. I need to feel your cock sliding in and filling me, expanding my hole with your thickness. Let me roll over Curt, let me get on my hands and knees wo you can ram your cock in hard."

Your body moving off me and long side of me as I rolled over getting up on my hands and knees. I looked back at you, wiggling my ass, "C'mon stud, fuck me good." I felt your hand run over my ass as your moved between my legs. As you leaned over me I could feel the heat of your body. Your cock rubbing across my hole as you whispered in my ear.

I moaned louder when I felt your hand playfully slap my ass. I pushed back, "Curt, man, don't tease me now, don't make me beg for your cock."
 
We were stoned again. And ready to fuck again as well. I wasn't sure if I was right in my thinking or not, but as far as I could tell, nothing had changed. You turned over and got on all fours, asking, no, telling me to fuck you again and saying that you needed it. I was grateful, of course. Hell, I wanted to fuck you all night...all the next day too! I couldn't be sure if you were doing your best to assure me that yes, in your eyes, I was still a man, despite the latest developments. But I wasn't going to waste this time trying to analyze anything. This was possibly the most satisfying, and most liberating sex I could remember, and who knows when or if I'd get this chance again.

I moved to my knees behind you, now pulling my boxers down low enough to free my cock. I still wasn't ready to get rid of them yet, though. I felt like I still needed to conceal that part of me. I gave your sweet wiggling ass a swat as I moved my hips forward, rubbing against you, teasing your hole with my cockhead. I reached under your belly and gave your erection a few slow strokes as I leaned against your broad back and said, "So you need some more dick, Mark? You need to get fucked again, buddy? Cause I'll tell you right now, man...I can go on and on...and on..." I licked your back as I rose back up and took my cock in my hand, beginning to shove it back inside your oh-so-warm ass...
 
Mark

I could feel the heat of your warm body over my back, your hand stroking my cock as you asked me if I needed more cock. I moaned back, "Fuck man, don't tease, you know I need it, stick it in man, fuck me good. Show me how much of a stud you are."

I pushed my ass back as you held your cock at my hole. "C'mon Curt, fuck my ass, fill me with you cock." I felt you pushing in, my hole expanding, your cock moving in further. "Fuck yea Curt, it feels so good." I felt your hand let go of my cock, reaching up to pinch my nipple before moving to my hip. Both your hands holding my hips, pulling me back as you pushed forward.

I let out a gasp as I felt you cock hit my prostate, "Oh fuck yea Curt, thats it man."
Your hips beginning a steady rhythm, your cock sliding in and out. Damn it felt so hot to have you fuck me like this. "Curt man you keep it up and I'll be cumming again from your fuck man."
 
As I slid myself back inside you, my shaft finding your warm, snug fitting glove once again, I sighed in satisfaction more than anything else. Again I was connected to you, and I absolutely loved that you so readily gave me this power, to provide you pleasure and assert myself in this way. My pelvis was up tight to your body again, and I began to move in and out of you with long slow strokes.

One hand held firmly to your hip, pulling us together with each stroke; the other rubbed across your naked back lightly, feeling your skin, revelling in the idea of how I was fucking you with no secrets now. Talk about liberation!

"Fuck, Mark...you are a perfect fuck. I never woulda thought that this night could be what it's become, for me anyway...God, I love bein' inside you. You like it Mark? Tell me it feels good, man...Tell me how you want it. How do you want me to fuck you, Mark? I'll give it to you anyway you want."

With your ass pushing back against me, wiggling still, and the moans that I heard you vaocalizing, it seemed pretty clear that you wanted to get fucked hard. I slid myself in and out of you, still slowly, waiting for you to tell me if you wanted it harder or faster. I wanted to be your perfect fuck, and give you just what you needed. Just like you were for me, far beyond what you probably knew.
 
Mark

"Damn Curt it feels so fucking good man I feel your sliding in slowly, going in so deep, opening me so wide." I pushed my ass back, wanting all of you inside me. It felt like you were teasing me, teasing my prostate, hitting it one time, just barely making it there the next. It was like you were edging me with your cock in my ass.

I couldn't take much more, I needed it badly, "Curt, stud, fuck me harder man, don't tease me like this, show me how hard you can fuck my ass. Give it to me good and hard."

My head hitting the headboard as you suddenly slammed into me. I grunted out in pleasure, "Oh yea Curt like than man." I pushed back as you begin to slide out, beggin you with my ass to fuck me harder faster. I held onto the headboard, bracing myself for the next onslaught of thrusts.
 
I held onto your hips tightly, probably bruising you as my fingers dug into your fleshy ass as I yanked your body back to meet my thrusts, again and again. Every time I sent my cock into you, you'd gasp and groan, and tell me how much you loved my cock. I felt incredible as you delivered me from the self I rejected on a regular basis, allowing me to be the man I truly was.

Our fucking was so loud; the slap-slap-slapping of my front against your rear almost echoed in the sparsely furnished room. The dim lighting was no longer a necessity, but we were both quite used to it and I was sure your eyes had adjusted just as well as mine had. Despite the lack of light, I could see you perfectly. And as I watched my cock dissappear inside your stretched, abused asshole over and over I felt another incredible wave begin to overcome my whole body.

My head jerked back as I slammed deep into you, grunting and cursing as I came again. I noticed how my chest bounced as I fucked you, how hard my small nipples were as the orgasm gripped me. Just having my chest bared like this was such a wonderful freedom, since I no longer felt a need to hide from you.

"Mark, Oh fuck..you sweet fucker...I'm comin' man! I'm comin' again...gettin' off so hard man...Oh shit Mark....Shit! Take it baby...take it and you can fuck me again...Ooh fuck yeahhhh...!"
 
Mark

I pulled you tightly onto me, your orgam having touched your entire body. I felt so good knowing I got you off like that. I held your head in my neck, your breathing ragged. "Damn, Curt, your one hot fucker man. I'd do anything to keep you fucking me. Shit, if you asked me to go out and suck off other guys cuz it turned you on I would do it."
 
Panting hard as you pulled me down against you, I pressed my head against your chest and listened as your heartbeat pounded equally as fast and hard as mine. I loved, so much, that I was getting you off as good as you got me off. This was truely an incredible experience for me, in so many ways it was totally new to me, too.

My bare chest was against you, your arms keeping us tight against each other. I felt your hardness and moved my hips enough to pull myself out of you. You'd blurted out, in the passion of the moment, how you needed me to keep fucking you; how you'd do other guys if that was what I wanted, put on a show for me if I'd just keep doing you.

"Fuck, Mark...shit...I'll keep doing you as long as you let me, man. You're incredible. You...are like the best fuck ever, man. Not to mention that you're totally cool. I'm fuckin' thrilled that you are as into it as me, man."

I wanted a smoke, and as I started to reach for the pack, Mark's arm shot out and he grabbed them before I could. He lit two up, and handed me one, saying so sweetly, "Here you go, stud." I smiled and spoke again.

"Mark...I know I've said it already, but this, what we're doing..is way diff than the way it's been with other guys. It is really feeling very special to me, man. I'm, uh, actually kinda compelled to...oh shit I don't know."

I stopped myself before I said something that I really wasn't so sure about. For a moment, I thought I wanted it, but, did I really? I had no idea how I'd feel about it, if he actually started doing it. And, it wasn't that I felt any pressure from him, to do it, but just the fact that he had the knowledge of who I truely was made me...want him that way. Fuck, I was confusing myself now. I shut up and took several drags off my cigarette, not sure what to say or what not to say.
 
"Curt, man, I totally agree with you, this is way more than what I thought would be a one night thing." I said as I handed you a smoke. I took a deep drag, thinking, knowing you were about to say something, but, for whatever reason, opting to hold it back.

I ran my hand over your back as we laid there, smiling in each other's eyes, smoking the cigs. I knew you were right, there was something between us that was special. I also knew, we probably would had a lot to talk about, but I was willing, wanting to postpone that for now.

I took another drag, "Curt man, I know I'm being a little greedy here, but ah, I so love the way you fuck me. You think in a bit I could get more? You think maybe in a bit you could, well, not sure if I should ask this. But, uh I really want to know what it feels like being fucked by you while I'm sucking on some guys cock."
 
It was pretty easy to see that yeah, Mark wanted to get someone else into this picture. But he'd have to wait; I was on the verge of getting so real with him now, no way could I put it on hold to find someone else who wanted to play...no, not right now I couldn't.

I gathered my thoughts and my courage, and layed it out there for him. I wasn't sure how he'd feel, but mostly I had no idea how I'd feel. But shit, the lust had taken me over completely, it seemed, and I wanted him to fuck me again, but not in my ass this time.

I was scared. I couldn't remember the last time something had spread the pink labia that hid my girl-hole from the world. I knew it had been a long, long time. But something was telling me that now was the time, and that Mark was the guy. Despite my repulsion of this particular body part, I couldn't deny how its ache was tormenting me.

"Mark", I started, laying back and pulling my boxers down all the way, kicking them off my feet, then spreading my legs wide. "I want...I mean, Would...oh shit man, I'm sayin'...would you fuck me there..?"
 
I watched as you laid back and kicked off your boxers, exposing yourself to me fully for the first time. I was more than willing to stay away from where you were going, but you seemed determined to go there. My eyes probably bugging out when you actually came out and asked me to fuck you, to fuck you where you had not been fucked in a very long time.

I moved over on top of you, kissing you deeply, then asking, "You sure Curt, you sure this is what you want?" You kept silent, kissing me so passionately, letting me know without words to go on, to continue.

I suddenly felt like a high school boy on his first virgin voyage. Not quite sure what to do. My hands moved between your legs, feeling your there. I realized how wet you were from earlier orgasms. My cock rubbing you right along side my fingers. You felt so warm and wet, my cock wanting so badly to take over, desparately wanting to show you it could be as good this way.

I pressed the head of my cock at your opening. My hips began to slowly push down, sending my cock into your warmth. "Aww fuck Curt," I moaned as I pushed in deeper. You felt so tight, yet so wet I could slide in deeply right away. My thickness expanding your walls. My cock becoming heated from you.
 
Your fingers sliding, touching me there in this forbidden place, made my whole mid section pulse with a hot electricity. Of course I knew that it all felt good; but it had been pushed out of my mind for so long now, just because of the difficulty I had with awknowledging that physical part of me. For so long now, I felt like I had to convince myself that it just didn't exist. But it did, and my awareness was way past awakened. As your hand explored me, feeling between my legs, I reflexively thrust my pelvis up, wanting more.

"Yeah..I'm sure Mark. Fuck me, man. Go easy at first, ok? It's been a long time.."

I felt the head of his cock rubbing against my slick girl-hole. A combination of anxiety and lust was making me flow with my own personal lube. Even though I was incedibly slipperey and swollen now, I knew he'd have to give a pretty good shove to get inside me. I braced myself, preparing myself mentally to take him.

I looked up at you as you nodded, saying, "Ok, here it comes", and pushed forward, your fat cockhead spreading me open so far, so fast, that I literally couldn't breathe. A seering pain began where your dick was splitting me, and radiated through my pelvis, hips and down my inner thighs. But it was a delicious pain all the same. You stopped, half way into my tight tight cunt, waiting for me to ask for more, and I said, "Do it Mark. I'm totally ready...fuck it hard."
 
I could tell this was not easy for you. I wasn't completely sure you wanted this and I knew I would comply with your decision either way. But, you urged me to conitnue, to fuck you hard. I pushed in deeper, feeling you expand and surround me. Your cunt slick and wet around me.

I leaned down and kissed your lips as my cock began sliding in and out. My tongue exploring your mouth. I wanted to show you the passion I felt for you, to acknowledge that I realize what you were giving to me. My hips picking up speed, thrusting harder as well as faster.
 
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