Chapter 16 - Marcus
MARCUS
The air was warm, and the sky was clear. It was the perfect night to go stargazing if you were into that sort of mind-numbing thing.
Marcus was not.
The only time he stared up at the stars was when he was on his back, being ridden by a chick.
Or he fell and, unintentionally, ended up staring up at the stars.
If it weren’t for those two scenarios, Marcus couldn’t give a crap how bright the stars were shining in the sky.
Watching where he stepped, he made his way deeper into the trees behind the bar. He needed to take a piss and didn’t feel the need to share this experience with the fifteen or so people enjoying drinks by the bonfire.
Some things just didn’t require an audience.
Believing he had found the perfect pissing spot, he began unbuttoning his jeans, then pulled out his dick.
The air felt cool around the length of his cock. He gave it a few tugs, stretching it out to avoid any unwanted dribble on his jeans or boots.
Being a guy was not all rainbows and roses. When taking a piss, men needed to consider length, distance, wind, and backsplash.
Taking a piss was like doing hard math.
There were so many factors that one had to consider.
Not to mention the effects of alcohol. Sometimes that fucker snuck up on you, altering reality or causing sudden shifts in the gravitational pull. That shit could cause you to immediately lose your balance—nothing more embarrassing than falling to the left midstream.
Holding his cock, he closed his eyes and waited for his bladder to relax.
Any second now…
“Need a hand with that?” an annoyingly flirty voice asked.
Marcus opened one of his eyes, only to be greeted by the smiling, horny face of the succubus who had been staying with him these past few days.
“No. I’ve been taking a piss on my own since I was four.”
The young man ignored him and continued to stalk toward him.
Marcus gripped his dick harder and commanded his bladder to release.
What was it waiting for?
“Yeah, but since then, your meat has gotten a whole lot heavier. We wouldn’t want you pulling a muscle while holding on to that big, massive thing.”
Marcus never really thought of himself as having a huge dick. He knew it was larger than most men’s, and he had received plenty of compliments about its size since he’d first discovered girls. But he didn’t go around bragging about it.
He had more important things to worry about than the size of the meat between his legs.
“I think my muscles are big enough that I don’t need to worry about injuring myself. Now bug off and leave me in peace.”
Marcus closed his eyes and listened to the gentle stream as it hit the dirt just inches from his feet.
God, why did taking a piss after drinking feel so fucking good?
Once his bladder was empty, Marcus opened his eyes, only to find Gavin standing a foot away from him, his eyes locked on his junk.
“Seriously, dude, you’ve got issues,” Marcus said, shaking his dick and giving it a few tugs to get rid of any clinger-oners.
“The only issue I have is that I’m dying to swallow that cock of yours, and here you are playing hard to get.”
Staring into the hungry eyes of his stalker, Marcus wondered why the boy was so focused on him rather than on any of the hundreds of other gay men who would gladly drop their drawers and feed him their meat.
Gavin wasn’t a bad-looking guy by any means. In fact, his puffy red lips and slicked-up tongue would be perfect for slobbering all over any man’s junk.
Slowly, Marcus’s eyes slid down Gavin’s throat.
Did he enjoy deep-throating cock?
Of course he did. A mouth like that was made to be used.
He wondered what Gavin sounded like, choking and gagging on a big one as he forced his way down.
Did he breathe through his nose? Or take quick gasps of air between mouthfuls of a man’s thick rod?
Marcus wasn’t sure.
He bet that Gavin was a moaner. He looked like a guy who enjoyed showing his partner just how much he loved swallowing cock. Perhaps he even enjoyed having his head held down as his partner throat-fucked the shit out of him.
Yes, Gavin looked like the type of guy who enjoyed getting it rough.
A moan escaped Gavin.
Marcus’s eyes snapped up, locking onto his partially open mouth. His tongue slowly dragged itself along his lower lip.
Jesus, the boy looked so fuckin’ turned on.
Then, Marcus glanced down at what had the boy’s attention.
Without even realizing it, Marcus had been stroking his dick while thinking about Gavin’s cock-sucking abilities. His dick was now rock solid and pointing right at the horny little twink.
“Looks like someone could use a release,” Gavin said, stepping forward and taking Marcus's dick in his hand.
His hands felt warm and smooth.
Foreign, yet familiar.
Marcus took a step back, moving away from the spot he had just finished taking a piss in.
Gavin followed, still holding on to his shaft like he was afraid he might lose it in the dark.
Marcus swallowed as the boy took another step closer to him.
What was happening?
Their eyes were locked together, trapped in a heated force neither of them understood.
Why hadn’t he pulled away from Gavin’s grip?
He wasn’t gay. He’d never felt the desire to feel another man’s body pressed up against his. Yet, here he was, locked in a passionate stare with a young man who craved his dick.
Marcus had never fooled around with a guy before.
Yes, he’d been hit on before, and guys have made it very clear that they were willing to suck his dick if he ever wanted to explore that side of his sexuality. But until today, he’d never actually considered the offer.
Staring into Gavin’s big blue eyes, he wondered what the boy’s face would look like, all blissed out and swallowing his cock?
Would he look all desperate and needy? Would he come undone while worshipping him like the sex god that he was?
Why was he even wondering these things?
Oh yeah, because his dick was rock solid, and it was very clear what it wanted—Gavin’s mouth wrapped around its surface.
Marcus’s lips pulled back in a wicked grin.
He placed his hand on Gavin’s head, then slowly pushed him down to his knees.
The boy’s face lit up when he realized that Marcus was giving him permission to suck his dick.
Pushing his jeans down around his thick thighs, Marcus watched as Gavin wrapped his hand around the base, taking in the size and girth of the meat before him.
He swore he heard Gavin whimper.
Lips parting, Gavin slowly dragged his tongue along the underside of Marcus’s cock.
A groan escaped Marcus.
Fuck, the boy’s tongue felt so fuckin’ good along his cock.
Moving his hand to the back of Gavin’s head, Marcus guided him down on his cock.
Warm, wet heat surrounded his shaft, moving lower as the boy took him all in.
“That’s right. Take it all in,” Marcus whispered, watching as his dick disappeared inch by inch into the heat of his mouth. “Be a good boy and take Daddy’s dick.”
A sinful moan came from Gavin’s throat. Apparently, the boy really enjoyed the father/son role-play.
Twisting his fingers through the mess of black hair, Marcus began guiding Gavin’s head, working his mouth into a steady rhythm, bobbing up and down on his rock-hard cock.
Fuck, the boy’s mouth felt so fuckin’ good. Like he was born to suck dick and needed it more than oxygen.
Moaning and slurping, Gavin worked over Marcus’s dick like a cock-sucking virtuoso.
Was this how all gay men sucked dick? If so, why had he wasted all these years getting half-ass blow jobs from subpar women?
This was getting too much.
Marcus needed more. His alpha-male urge to dominate was taking control.
“Oh yeah. Fuck that’s good,” Marcus growled, grabbing Gavin by the head with both hands. “Open that throat for me,” Marcus ordered as he rammed his cock into Gavin’s hungry, wet hole.
Gavin’s eyes dilated, clearly turned on by the sudden surge of aggression.
“Now I’m going to show you how Shadow Vipers fuck.”
Letting out a snarl, Marcus began fucking the boy’s mouth like it was his own personal sex toy. He paid no attention to the boy’s breathing or tears as they began sliding from the corners of his eyes.
Gavin moaned and gasped, and struggled to breathe as he was force-fed Marcus’s dick.
The whole thing was rough and violent, and everything that Marcus loved.
Staring up at Marcus, Gavin’s eyes were so blissed out. He used his hand to jerk the length of Marcus’s shaft as he did his best to accept every thrust, every deep pump that man forced into his mouth.
“Oh, you’re such a good boy. Do you like taking all of Daddy’s meat? Do you like it when he forces you to choke on that hog as he has his way with that fucking mouth of yours?”
Gavin’s eyes dilated even more as he let out a moan and hungrily slurped down on what was given to him.
Marcus couldn’t take much more of it. His mouth felt so good, swallowing him all the way down to the base before using his hands to work over his balls.
The boy was incredible.
“Fuck, babe. I’m getting so close,” Marcus huffed, as he continued his assault on his newest favorite sex toy.
“Mmm, give me that load.” Gavin gasped, popping off his dick quickly before diving back down and swallowing it whole.
Throwing his head back, Marcus felt his balls tighten seconds before his orgasm slammed into him.
“Fuck!” Marcus growled, slamming his hips forward as Gavin grabbed hold of his ass and held him firmly in place while he swallowed his load.
Lights flashed before his eyes as Marcus unloaded. He tightened his grip on Gavin’s hair as the boy continued to swallow every last drop.
There was something extremely sexy about a partner who swallowed your load. It was their way of saying they just couldn’t get enough of you and worshipped everything about you.
Only when his body stopped spasming did Gavin finally release his death-like grip on Marcus’s butt.
Smiling up at him, Gavin wiped his bottom lip, then stood up like he was the luckiest man in the world.
“Mmm. Thanks for the protein shake, Daddy.” Gavin beamed as he tucked Marcus’s spent cock back into his underwear and pulled up his jeans. “Can’t wait to do that again!”
Marcus’s vision came back into focus. “What? Next time?”
But he was already walking back toward the bonfire.
“There will be no next time,” Marcus shouted, not knowing whether he didn’t hear him or was just choosing to ignore him.
No, this was just a one-time blow job.
Two horny men blowing a load—well, one blowing a load while the other walked away happy as a pig in shit.
He wasn’t gay, and he wasn’t going to get involved with his latest assignment. Nothing good could come of it.
“Gavin?” Marcus called, watching as the boy continued to ignore him. “This isn’t happening again.” It sounded more like a question than the actual statement he meant it to be.
This time, Gavin threw his hand up in the air and twiddled his fingers as he stepped out into the clearing.
That little fucker was going to be the death of him. Why didn’t he ever listen?