TIM
TIM
“You ready?” I ask.
“Hell, yeah.” Mark lies across his bed, stark naked, as I finish setting up the digital camcorder on the tripod beside the foot of the bed. I turn the flip-screen to face us so that we can watch the vile thing we’re about to do.
We don’t fuck around with phones anymore. And we never hit record. Just do it like this so that we can watch.
The thrill was never in re-watching them anyway.
We had a lovely dinner this evening. This time, I surprised Mark, taking him to that steakhouse where we had our first date.
I’ve been practicing some dance moves with Kitty while he’s at school, so I was able to lead this time.
More fitting, and he was impressed as hell when I showed him what I could do.
“Fuck this ass like only you know how to fuck it,” he says. I can see his interest and desire, same as I always can. He crawls across the bed, toward me. As he reaches the end, I move toward him for a kiss.
He grabs my balls, cupping them, massaging them just right.
I enjoy the sensation he stirs there as well as across my lips as his kiss gets to me the same as it did that first night we fucked—only providing a deeper, more powerful fulfillment now than ever before.
I wrap my arms around him and rub up and down his tight body, enjoying all those muscles we’ve been working on at the gym.
I want to be inside him. Filling him. Making him squirm about as he watches to see how I’m making him twist and twitch in pleasure.
I pull away from him and walk around the bed. I grab a condom I laid out on the sheet earlier and suit up while Mark gets on his knees and crawls backward to me.
After lubing up, I watch the screen on the camcorder as I enter him, burying my cock in his hole.
I’m not in a rush. It’s easier to take my time now that my body knows he’s not going anywhere. That Mark Kenmore is all mine to enjoy.
As I inch my way inside his tight hole, he cocks his head and releases a deep moan—that moan I’ve gotten so used to hearing when he’s enjoying how my cock is tending to his needs.
When I work us into a rhythm, I grab his shoulder and pull. He follows my lead like when we were dancing, leaning back until his shoulder blades are pressed against my chest. I wrap my arm around him and stroke my hand across his abs.
Kissing his neck, I reposition us, resting one of my knees on the mattress as I push inside him.
Now, we can see the front of his hot body fully displayed on the screen. He rolls his head, his eyes open so he can watch our work.
I love knowing that he enjoys doing this as much as I do, and that we didn’t need to totally abandon our favorite kink over what happened.
That Keith couldn’t take that away from us.
We’re fucking pervs.
I love it.
Love him.
Love doing this together. Sharing something that’s so wicked and exciting at the same time.
He presses his lips together as though he’s trying to keep from making a sound, but his eye-roll betrays him—lets me know I’m hitting that sweet spot inside him.
He starts to whine and whimper with pleasure. Then he reaches for his cock, but I snatch his wrist.
“Knew you were going to fucking try that,” I whisper into his ear. “You know I don’t like that.”
He turns to me, his eyes lit up with excitement.
“Please let me come,” he begs.
“You’re gonna have to beg a lot better than that.” I run my fingers down his abs, to his cock.
I tease him, moving my fingers across his shaft, stroking a little bit, but just enough to drive him fucking insane.
“I control when you come, remember?”
I love how he submits to me like this. How he obeys me.
He reaches back and rests his hand on my head, pulling me near so I can’t resist him. I kiss his neck.
“Please,” he begs.
“Not until I’m finished.”
I pull out, and as he turns to figure out what I’m doing, I shove him back onto the bed.
I hop on the mattress and crawl to him.
He spreads his legs, clearly eager for me to get back inside him, and I take him while he’s on his back.
And the real fucking begins.
Wild, passionate, crazed…as it always is.
It’s why sex with Mark is so incredible.
He gives me his everything, and I give him all that I have, enjoying more than anything those expressions he makes that let me know that the way I’m groping him, the way I’m fucking him, the way I’m loving him is just right.
We swap positions, shift about so much on the bed that it’s like we’re having a wrestling match.
My balls swell with that familiar pressure. I know I’m going to come soon.
I lie on my back as he rides my cock, his arms behind him so that I’m looking at his back, the muscles tense as he rests his palms on either side of me.
He’s close, I know it.
I guide him onto his knees and back to the foot of the bed, fucking him so that we can watch his comeshot on the camera.
I pull him up like he was when we began. So that his back is pressed against my chest.
And then he shoots his load across the sheets.
He sprays as though he’s been holding it in for days, even though we certainly haven’t had a day together where we haven’t gotten off.
“Fuck,” he screams as he gasps for air, like he’s recovering from the mother of all orgasms.
I wrap my arms around him and two more thrusts do it for me as my own explosion fills him. My body quaking, shaking, trembling.
I curse and cling to his body.
I don’t want to let him go.
Ever.
I want to be stuck in this moment. On this high forever. I want to be here with the man I love, watching him on the screen of his camera for as long as I possibly can.
He turns and kisses me, and I don’t think I can be more satisfied.
Then as we kiss, he sneaks a peek at the camera, and I realize that I can be.
THE END